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Mala Mujer

by Mucha Gueva

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1.
Hail To The Hard Rockin´ Savior 02:22
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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
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Steel Colossus 03:47
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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
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Stratocruisin´ 03:39
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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
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Madre De Dios Que Puta Mala Mujer 06:38
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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
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Weather Is Fine 03:37
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If I Can´t Make It With You 02:41
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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!
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All You Dickheads Go To Hell 02:39
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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
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Spaghetti Cochino 03:53
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Who´s Creeping Now 03:57
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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
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Broad Butt Betty 02:22
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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
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Humanoid Juke Box Machine 02:25
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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
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Too Old Too Slow 04:39
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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
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Pearls At Swine 03:59
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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

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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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"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! ... more

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