Mala Mujer

by Mucha Gueva

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If you wanna rock, you gotta rock shit hot - well said, Danko Jones! The non-compromise, no-dumb-producing-asshole-tellin-me-wot-do third album of Germanys hot and juicy music maker MUCHA GUEVA out now. If he wants to do a Spaghetti Western song, he does it (Spaghetti Cochino). If he wants a Reggae tune, he plays it (Weather is Fine). Dooming Metal, sweeping Rockabilly, pounding heavy blues rock riffs, it´s all there. And it´s a no frills, no bullshit, no overload production - it´s pure Rock and Roll attitude roared and riffed into the recording machine. "This is great entertainment, no comparison possible" wrote the critics. Hellya!

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released September 24, 2013

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Mucha Gueva Germany

"Cultural rebellion in bits and bytes" and "an absolutely interesting musician worth being watched out for" is what the critics in Germany wrote about MUCHA GUEVA. Armenian-rooted, the man was born in Germany, grew up in Colombia, loves french culture - and his music, rooted in hardrock and metal, mixes alle these influences. Dry to the bone, durty, deutsch!
Zis is ze dawn of ze new Krautrock!
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Track Name: Hail To The Hard Rockin´ Savior
Down from the skies came a Rock and Roll child
Wondered bout the people with their starvin´ eyes
Stood and told ´em there oughta be light
Sound, drums, guitar and all dead would come alive

Praise the Rock and Roll kid
Tell you no lie, give you no shit
Stop your back wrecking labour
Hail to the hard rockin savior

The child saw what he did and what he did was good
He called up to his sisters and his brothers, too
Down from the skies came soul, wave and funk
Metal, jazz, country, rap and blues and punk

Praise the Rock and Roll kid
Tell you no lie, give you no shit
Stop your back wrecking labour
Hail to the hard rockin savior

All the people hopped and danced and sang
Rockin funky music all over the land
The child went to a planet just too sad and quiet
And the Rock and Roll people waved him goodbye

Praise the Rock and Roll kid
Tell you no lie, give you no shit
Stop your back wrecking labour
Hail to the hard rockin savior
Track Name: Steel Colossus
Peace peace we serve peace way out far east
We serve what? We serve what?
We bring peace and greedy priests
Sowing led and dynamite
In our armor shining bright
The iron brush

Sleep no more my steel colossus
Sweep the world my steel colossus

God God we serve God with iron claws
We serve what? We serve what?
We serve God conquista blood
Give you relief, minor roles,
Bring you belief, heal your soul
The iron broom

Sleep no more my steel colossus
Sweep the world my steel colossus

Espírito Santo y Santa Maria
Te vendo mentira tu pagas en oro
Prometo progreso y pago en hierro
La tuya miseria en dignidad
Come to our world of subtle submission
Where popes and mullahs have john in gold
We´re rich and we know and we have a vision
And TNT is our philosophy

Sleep no more my steel colossus
Sweep the world my steel colossus
Track Name: Stratocruisin´
Something strange evolved here, baby
Somebody opened
Somebody opened up the cage
The golden cage

Saw them people runnin´
Under the moonlight
Eyes wide open
Until the wake of the day
They would find their way

Jump on it, everybody´s
gotta do the stratocruisin´

Threw off their chains
Walked through this land
Of little wonders
People working
People singin´ all the way

Millions that we left behind
They´re still awaitin´
They wait in patience
They turn their heads to us
And what´s it that they see
Anxiety

Something strange is happening, baby
Somebody opened
Somebody opened up the cage
And it wasn´t me

Saw them people risin´
Tear down their tyrants
They want to stratocruise
And sure did not ask me
To be free
Track Name: Madre De Dios Que Puta Mala Mujer
Witchy bitchy welly smelly mean woman you
Will you be hula hoopin´ on me
Hoochie-coochie jelly belly bootie shakin´ mummy
I want you, so badly
There´s just no use in tryin´ to use my sickening head

Hitchin´ up yer skirt just way too unintentionally
Sighin´ at the wild dogs dance
Eenie-weenie estrogeny full sized mother
I want you, so badly
There´s just no use in tryin´ to use my sickening head

Madre de Dios, que puta mala mujer
Madre de Dios, que puta mala mujer

Je vais te baiser comme un sourd, je vais te susser ton amour
Tu vois pas que suis à genoux
Ooby dooby heavy boobie supervixen you
I want you, so badly
There´s just no use in tryin´ to use my sickening head

Tricky tricky halloween quiero dulces para mi
Have mercy on this wide-eyed child
Silky milky satin skinny peachy assy baby
I want you, so badly
There´s just no use in tryin´ to use my sickening head

Gliding like worms in hot ground
Winding like worms in hot ground
Loving like worms in hot ground
Dying like worms in hot ground

Madre de Dios, que puta mala mujer
Madre de Dios, que puta mala mujer
Track Name: If I Can´t Make It With You
I´m a-gettin´ nervous, baby
Talkin´ bout yer dawg
Said you´d take me home
And we´re still on the walk
Buttons of my pants
Are about to pop
I´m pumpin´ up the jam

If I can´t make it with you I´m gonna do it with myself
I got two strong hands and they´re just workin´ fine
If I can´t make it with you I´m gonna do it with myself
I got my head, I got my hands
And I won´t be wastin´ too much time

Now you´re tellin´ me the stories
Bout yer high school class
I just keep on lookin´
At yer high class ass
Buttons of my pants
Are about to bust
I´m pumpin´ up the juice

I´m playin´ guitar in a band
I got a fast left hand (sensible hands)
Goin´ up and down the neck (thing)
Glidin´ smooth and fine

Time is slippin´ thru my hands
Girl I gotta go home
There´s too much pressure
On the pleasure dome
Buttons of my pants
Are about to pop
I´m a pumpin´ up the – ah!
Track Name: All You Dickheads Go To Hell
Last night I found myself
Bent over the toilet
Wondered why, wondered why
Why I had to vomit

Plastic people
Plastic idols

All you maggots serve your master well
All you dickheads dickheads go to hell

Crept out of the black and white
In desperate need of colour
But likes of you had just putten
Concrete on my flower

Plastic people
Plastic idols

All you maggots serve your master well
All you dickheads dickheads go to hell
Track Name: Who´s Creeping Now
So you thought sun´d go down on me
World stop turnin´ and freeze
Leave, a bird sailin´ on a breeze
Me pale history
Struck, struck in a state of shock
Dead fish in the sea
Waves roll over me
And blood, all the blood I gave
Dried out in my grave

But who´s standing now
Who´s standing now
And who´s crawling now
Who´s creeping now

I saw the beast lurkin´ for prey
Wondering what the king may say
And I frowned just drank me away
I could not escape
Gash, bitten into willing flesh
Rip you up in a dash
And I saw the
Beast chew your bones in a feast
Gaze at me with glee

Split, sank in the fire you lit
One dark year in the pit
Tired, used up and
Bruised, beat up, shattered, burned
But the page would turn
Pain, just a pain overdose
Out of ashes I rose
I saw you and you
You looked rotten to me
Stinking with your bigotry
Track Name: Broad Butt Betty
Watch out boys
She come bombin´ thru the hall
All the studs in the house
Start a kickin´ the stall
Now she´s steppin´ to the floor
And when she startin´ to shake
All the eyes are gonna pop
And the earth is gonna quake

When the boys get home
They all got her in their heads
And they´ll be spillin´
All their love into their beds
Ye know that fantasy gets dirty
When an ass starts to wobble
When mum does yer bed
Betty´s got you into trouble

Broad Butt Betty
Talkin´ bout yer behind
Five days o´ work
Still got it on my mind
Please let me know
If you´re gonna be there
Just put yer tight dress on
Don´t worry bout yer hair
Track Name: Humanoid Juke Box Machine
I did this job one night low down´n´dirty
When this gal was comin´ up to me
Said you´re such a good band
But can´t you play some sweet
Foo Fighty Robbie Willy for me
I said yep and played that crap
Feelin´ like an idiot stuck in someone´s ass with vaseline
Then I turned to the band
Told ´em that´s it I quit
Cos I ain´t no humanoid juke box machine

You´ll be missin´ the fun and
You´ll be runnin´ out of cash
The boys said when I packed my case
Nobody´s wantin´ your songs
They want to hear the Stones
But shit I dont wanna be some clone
I said no won´t play no more
And feel like a jerk stuck in someone´s ass with vaseline
That´s when I turned to the boys
Told ´em it´s time to quit
Cos I ain´t no humanoid juke box machine

Now I´m doin´ my own thang
And I´m doin´ mighty fine
And if the record doesn´t sell don´t give a shit
The gal came up and asked me:
Was that Chili Peppers?
And I went no that was just me
She said: Now cool, that´s somethin´ new
I showed her my guitar and said
If you can handle this machine
You´ll never ever be in need again
Of a coin for a humanoid juke box machine
Track Name: Too Old Too Slow
Hey, I´m gettin´ too slow, baby
Too slow to rock and roll
Hey, I´m gettin´ too old, baby
Too old to rock and roll

Neck that hurts, spine that´s cracked
Tons of years weighing on my back
Unpaid gigs and way cheap rhymes
Ragged chicks, I´m into full decline

Audience lacks, no big deal
Neither sex nor appeal
Tax is high, income low
Since ten years I´m playin´ my last show

Fingers stiff, voice is weak
No razor riffs but achin´ feet
Withered man, no health care
Goin´ down, no one´s there
Track Name: Pearls At Swine
On my way, I´m leavin´ lonesome
Like the day that I came
One last cigarette
And once again astray

Years went by, we worked so hard
But we failed in the end
We built castles in the sand
Come take my hand

Isn´t it just true
You go your way I go mine
For sure there´s no regret
We never threw no pearls at swine

Part of me
Will always be a part of you
Anywhere I go
You will be with me, too

So much respect, for what you do
For what you say for what you think
Now destiny is givin´ us a wink

Isn´t it just true
You go your way I go mine
For sure there´s no regret,
We never threw no pearls at swine