El Vertedero de Palabras -

El Vertedero de Palabras -

  • Year of release: 1994
  • Language: Spanish
  • Duration: 4:24

Below is the lyrics of the song El Vertedero de Palabras , artist - with translation

Lyrics " El Vertedero de Palabras "

Original text with translation

El Vertedero de Palabras

Original text

Párrafos, líneas, todas escribidas

A boli y siempre manejados por un ser activo, constructivo

Práctico, estático, siempre vigilante

Nunca permitiendo que se lleve lo valioso cualquier ente maligno

De demoníaco signo

Haciendo que el sistema creativo de palabras

No se descomponga, se ponga

Y haga permanente y duradera

La sinfonía rimadera

Subid las banderas

Pero las verdaderas

No vaya a ser que subais las banderas

En las que no estais

Y por consecuencia todo lo confundais

El caso es hablar y seguir palabreando

Creando, ando con las dos piernas

No puedo andar con una

Si andara yo con una, sería un pobre cojo

De palabras me mojo, ¿loco?

Loco el chino capuccino ino-

Cente pero noto culpable

Dehesa desgradable

Dehesa inamable

Ahorcate en un cable

Ahogate en un río de agua despotable

Llena de cristales

Los cuales tales producen sangre de males

Y nunca te puedes curar

Con tiritas finitas, bonitas y eso

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

El coro está finito, se ha acabado maldicho

Si yo hubiera dicho

Dicho con una b

Hubiera dicho bicho

Pero no lo he maldicho

Dicho con una d, serías mi dicho

He de quitar la d y después poner la b

Ahí sería bicho

Pero no yo si tu no él

Men, hombre y dice palabras

Dog es un perro y ladra palabras

Que tú nunca entenderás

Por nunca siempre jamás

De las cosas inciertas peinando los ceros

Vertederos, corderos, silencio de los maderos

Que se callan cuando paso, arraso

Ni caso porque eso es mentira

La ira, que tira y luego se estira

Violenta paranoia desfasada de los dibujos de Akira

Mira, un violento corpulento calvo con perilla

Nadando con ropa en un charco de guisando

Y sigo mirando

Y veo otro calvo más delgado en el metro pintando

Letras que indican su nombre

Y después otros dos remordiendo conciencias

En contra del polismo y el alcoholismo

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

Incluso podría ser dehesa desagradable

Como un bocata podrido de perejil

Más maloliento que el sobaco de Jesús Gil

Sobaco putrefacto tan asqueroso

Como el culo sucio maloliento de una vieja prostituta

Y sucia, furcia, sin la r, o sea murcia

Decido vencido eso es cuanto has perdido

Me he ido, y Sonia me mira

Mentiras cuando mientes

Y como te sientes

Liado, quemado, cansado

Pasado por el lío de palabras que en tu mente he creado

Si fuera graffitero te las hubiera graffiteado

Pintado si fuera un pintor

Machacado si fuera un machacador

Un momento, es posible que lo sea cuando vea un ultrasur neonazi

Nada y su cabeza machacada

Y toda su peña plastada

Su casa quemada

Y toda su familia, fascista capitalista arruinada

Pobre y sin un duro, parada

Y siendo Frank T siempre un poco bastante agobiante

Imagina que pueda ser

Yo de semejante a un niño pequeño

Que tiene un gran sueño

Y es el dueño de algo gris como el pis

Y un alien en plena transición megaplástica

Y siendo común de las horas atrasadas

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

El vertedero de palabras

Song translation

Paragraphs, lines, all written

A pen and always managed by an active, constructive being

Practical, static, ever vigilant

Never allowing what is valuable to be taken by any evil entity

of demonic sign

Making the creative word system

Don't break down, get

And make permanent and lasting

the rhyming symphony

raise the flags

But the real ones

It is not going to be that you raise the flags

in which you are not

And therefore you confuse everything

The case is to talk and keep talking

Creating, I walk with both legs

I can't walk with one

If I walked with one, I would be a poor cripple

I get wet with words, crazy?

Crazy the Chinese cappuccino ino-

Cente but I feel guilty

disgusting pasture

flammable meadow

hang yourself on a wire

Drown in a river of disposable water

full of crystals

Which such produce blood of evils

And you can never heal

With thin, pretty strips and that

The word dump

The word dump

The word dump

The word dump

The choir is finite, it's cursed over

If I had said

said with a b

I would have said bug

But I have not cursed

Said with a d, you'd be my saying

I have to remove the d and then put the b

there would be bug

But not me if you not him

Men, man and says words

Dog is a dog and barks words

that you will never understand

For never ever ever

Of uncertain things combing the zeros

Dumps, lambs, silence of the logs

That they shut up when I pass, I destroy

No case because that is a lie

Anger, which pulls and then stretches

Violent paranoia outdated from Akira's drawings

Look, a violent burly bald man with a goatee

Swimming with clothes on in a puddle of stew

and i keep looking

And I see another thinner bald man in the subway painting

Letters indicating your name

And then two others with a guilty conscience

Against polismo and alcoholism

The word dump

The word dump

The word dump

Might even be nasty pasture

Like a rotten parsley sandwich

Smellier than Jesús Gil's armpit

Rotten armpit so disgusting

Like the dirty smelly ass of an old whore

And dirty, whore, without the r, that is, murcia

Decide defeated that's how much you've lost

I have gone, and Sonia looks at me

lies when you lie

And how do you feel

Tied up, burned out, tired

gone through the mess of words that in your mind I have created

If I were a graffiti artist I would have graffitied them for you

Painted if I were a painter

Crushed if I was a crusher

Wait, you might be when you see a neo-Nazi ultrasur

Nada and his smashed head

And all his crushed rock

his house burnt down

And all his family from him, ruined capitalist fascist

Poor and penniless, stop

And being Frank T always a bit pretty pushy

imagine he could be

I like a little child

who has a big dream

And he is the owner of something gray as pee

And an alien in full megaplastic transition

And being common of the late hours

The word dump

The word dump

The word dump

The word dump

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