Nadie Se Atreve - Cultura Profética

No se por que nadie se atreve

Dime por que nadie se atreve ya

A hacer lo que les llene… aca

Nadie se atreve ya

Y no se por que nadie se atreve

Dime por que nadie se atreve ya

A hacer algo decente, algo de musica…

Y tu que crees

Que es lo que esperabas de mi escuchar?

No soy de esa gente que canta y no piensa, ni siente, ni ve, no

Yo lo se hacer me se expresa, la musa es mi razon de ser

Solo se crear a mis sentidos fiel, nada comercial

(Coro)

Aunque hay

Hay una escena;

hay una escena

Que no come cuento con la mierda comercial

Y no basa su musa en venderte nooooooo

Solo en expresar sin miedo a opinar de lo que pasa y lo que tiene

Que cambiar.

Que cree en el arte puro y se mantiene real

(coro)

Pue por que hay tanto pop, lolly pop, pop corn…

Pop tu camisa, pop tu pantalon

El pop azucarado, pop rosita en un helado

Hay tanto pop que he vomitado pop

Y esnap cracker pop, je!

que imaginacion (corta!)

Con tanto imagen y la mente ya no importa

Y quien soporta, no se?

Es solo el que se pasa tó el dia sentao viendo en la T. V

Tanto pop, lolly pop, pop corn

Pop tu camisa, pop tu pantalón

El pop un engaño, pop realmente me hace daño

Hay tanto pop que me vomito pop, pop volcón pop

No mezcla con (hip hop) ni con reagge, ni con jazz, ni con soul

Yo no me tiro de ese lado, el pop a mi me suena empaquetado!

(its real, its real) ah ah ah ah ah

Hace falta musica!

Hace falta musica real !

Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh

Saba dep oh ah oh ah ah ah oh …

Porque ya nadie quiere ser, nadie quiere decir

Generalizar no es bueno pero ya no aguanto este sentir

Que haya tanta musica buena y lo que se escucha diario no

No vale la pena, no vale la pena y que eso se venda

A mi me da verguenza ajena

Que la musica real tenga que JODERSE y sudar!

Mientras los que posan y solo posan se la guillan de derrochar

Pa presumir y aparentar

Hace falta musica real (its real!)

Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh

Saba dep… oh ah oh ah ah ah oh … (x2)

(Coro)

No se por que nadie se atreve

Dime por que nadie se atreve ya

A hacer lo que les llene… aca

Nadie se atreve ya

Y no se por que nadie se atreve

Dime por que nadie quiere ya

Hacer algo decente, algo de musica…

(en vivo)

Si tu te cres que es broma pues coge toma

Ando empuñando mi boligrafo en esta zona

Y si te asomas ya veras como hay de sobra

Canciones y obras

Que valen mas que lo que cobran

Y mas vale que entiendas y aprendas a

No apoyar tu seguridad en tus prendas

Por que si todo lo pierdes entonces con que te quedas

Si todo lo que tienes es un solo adorno que pena!

De veras que

Triste suena como condena, que te base en la vida es solo mierda material

Nada especial se puede comprar

Y como dice el principito: «lo esencial es invisible a los ojos»

Por eso canto un coro, como despojo tratando de sacarme todo

Eso a lo que estamos acostumbrados a ser fichas del ajedrez ciudadano

I don't know why no one dares

Tell me why no one dares anymore

To do what fills them... here

no one dares anymore

And I don't know why nobody dares

Tell me why no one dares anymore

To do something decent, some music…

And what do you think

What do you expect from me to hear?

I'm not one of those people who sings and doesn't think, or feel, or see, no

I know how to do it, I express myself, the muse is my reason for being

I only know how to create my true senses, nothing commercial

(Chorus)

Although there are

There is a scene;

there is a scene

Who doesn't eat I count on the commercial shit

And he doesn't base his muse on selling you nooooooo

Only in expressing without fear of giving an opinion about what is happening and what you have

What to change.

Who believes in pure art and keeps it real

(chorus)

Well, why is there so much pop, lolly pop, pop corn...

Pop your shirt, pop your pants

The sugar pop, pink pop in an ice cream

There's so much pop that I've thrown up pop

And esnap cracker pop, heh!

what an imagination (short!)

With so much image and the mind no longer matters

And who supports, I don't know?

It's just the one who spends the whole day sitting down watching T. V

So much pop, lolly pop, pop corn

Pop your shirt, pop your pants

Pop a hoax, pop really hurt me

There is so much pop that I throw up pop, pop volcano pop

It does not mix with (hip hop) nor with reggae, nor with jazz, nor with soul

I don't throw myself on that side, pop sounds packaged to me!

(its real, its real) ah ah ah ah

Music is needed!

Real music is needed!

Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh

Saba dep oh ah oh ah ah ah oh…

Because no one wants to be anymore, no one wants to say

Generalizing is not good but I can't stand this feeling anymore

That there is so much good music and what is heard daily is not

It's not worth it, it's not worth it and let that be sold

I am embarrassed

Let real music have to FUCK and sweat!

While those who pose and only pose are guilty of wasting

To show off and pretend

It takes real music (its real!)

Saba dab da du dab de… saba dep, dep be dep, OH OH ah ah ahhhh

Saba dep… oh ah oh ah ah oh… (x2)

(Chorus)

I don't know why no one dares

Tell me why no one dares anymore

To do what fills them... here

no one dares anymore

And I don't know why nobody dares

Tell me why nobody wants anymore

Do something decent, some music…

(Live)

If you think it's a joke then take take

I'm holding my pen in this area

And if you look out you'll see how there's plenty

Songs and works

That they are worth more than what they charge

And you better understand and learn to

Do not support your safety in your garments

Because if you lose everything, then what are you left with?

If all you have is a single ornament, what a shame!

really that

Sad sounds like condemnation, being grounded in life is just material shit

Nothing special can be bought

And as the little prince says: “what is essential is invisible to the eye”

That's why I sing a chorus, as I dispossess trying to get everything out of me

That to which we are used to being citizen chess pieces