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MUCHA GUEVA

by Mucha Gueva

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1.
Maricón 01:12
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MARICÓN Me llaman mucha gueva, maricón Los perros lindos de los barrios limpios Con sueños sucios en las calles de la ciudad Y los gatos feos toman sus pesos Para una ilusión de la verdad Me llaman mucha gueva, maricón Miles canciónes, un million corazónes Un baile borracho de orgullo letal Yo te digo querido amigo Aquí no hay nada solo mierda y mal Me llaman mucha gueva, maricón
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The All German Bobo Boy 03:27
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THE ALL GERMAN BOBO BOY I´m a middle-class boy And I am so bored Guess I need some kind of revolution My basic needs are satisfied Guess I need something that frights Questioning of all our institutions Got my t-shirt on, what I think is on it I guess we need a brand new trend And with a brand new president We´ll sell our brand new idea cross the land And with a huge pr campaign Nothin´ will remain the same Cause image is the essence in our brains Got my t-shirt on, what I think is on it I´m just a bored bourgeois boy Get me some pills, get me some thrills Bored bourgeois boy Where´s my revolution I guess it should be anarchy Machiavelli´s Principe A tyranny that reigns in blood But I guess with guys like me We´ll all end up in monarchy Cause this is what sells best on TV Got my t-shirt on, what I think is on it Pull our t-shirt on with our slogan on it I´m just a bored bourgeois boy Get me some pills, get me some thrills Bored bourgeois boy Where´s my revolution
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Bunga Bunga Party Mucho Macho Man 02:49
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BUNGA BUNGA PARTY MUCHO MACHO MAN Come here! So sweet! Sit down here! Each day you do your job And you work just like a dog To make this nations business grow You got responsibility You got to feed your herd of sheep Who would mind a little bit of luxury Bunga bunga party mucho macho man Bunga bunga party mighty macho man Some bitch has got you by the balls Couldn´t she be grateful y´all For being taught what this life is all about Poppa we will stand by you It don´t matter what you do Men just got to get rid of their juice Bunga bunga party mucho macho man Bunga bunga party mighty macho man We love you, respect you Never would reject you And we praise your superiority Yea, I appreciate that! Thank you, people! Bunga bunga party mucho macho man Bunga bunga party mighty macho man
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Die Welt Ist Schlecht 03:36
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DIE WELT IST SCHLECHT Ich spreche zu dir aus meiner feuchten Grube Maggot brain Destination Staub Es ist vorbei, mein müdes Glimmen Und die Frage der Fragen stellt sich nicht Die Welt ist schlecht Es lohnt sich drin zu leben Alles ist umsonst Trotzdem alles geben Menschen schlagen Menschen tiefe Wunden Im Vorbeigehen, sie sehen nicht mal hin Seelenkrüppel und am Leib geschunden Doch die Frage der Fragen stellt sich nicht Die Welt ist schlecht Es lohnt sich drin zu leben Alles ist umsonst Trotzdem alles geben
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En Vogue 02:19
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EN VOGUE Vous êtes à la mode, très à la mode, toujours en vogue Always in the right pose and on a high dose Mind closed, beauty shows and a powdered nose Guevara on your tongue, in your song Ideology on sale now and I wonder What´s been goin´ wrong Superficial, artificial, nothing real If it ain´t no big deal Are you lyin´ and bought, lyin´ and mistaught Très slick, très chic, money big, thick prick, Prostitute, feed the chick Buyin´ and bought, lyin´ and mistaught What´s goin´ wrong, am I alone swallowing crap, this shit Instead of kickin´ it Politics with mobilized emotions Value bullshit, one-day acclamations Buyin´ and bought, lyin´ and mistaught Vous êtes à la mode, très à la mode, toujours en vogue Is that a life you wanna lead?
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No Sister Would Not Shoot Me Lame 03:27
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NO SISTER WOULD NOT SHOOT ME LAME I been told what you been tellin´ bout me I remember you fallin´ on your knees beggin´ me Sister if you knew me well you wouldn´t choose this kinda game I told ya I was born loose and no sister would not shoot me lame Won´t tie me down, won´t tie me down You can´t hold me Won´t tie me down, You got to hear what I say Victimize yourself and lose your dignity Won´t tie me down, won´t tie me down You can´t hold me Won´t tie me down, You got to hear what I say Shake it off baby
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Escarabajo Intro 02:56
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ESCARABAJO INTRO Voici, toutefois, ce que j´ai vu Dans la montée et la descente de l´Izoard et du Galibier. Quand ils les gravissaient, Ils ne semblaient plus appuyer sur les pédales Mais déraciner des gros arbres. Ils tiraient de toute leur force Quelque chose d´invisible, Caché au fond du sol, Mais la chose ne venait jamais. Ils faisaient : « Hein ! Hein ! », Comme les boulangers la nuit devant leur pétrin. Quand leur regard rencontrait le mien, Cela me rappelait celui d´un chien que j´avais Et qui, avant de mourir, En appelait à moi de sa peine profonde D´être obligé de quitter la terre. Puis ils baissaient de nouveau les yeux Et s´en allaient, Courbés sur leur guidon, Fixant la route, Comme pour chercher à savoir Si les gouttes d´eau qu´ils semaient Étaient de la sueur ou des larmes. (Albert Londres, Tour de France - Tour de Souffrance 1924)
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Escarabajo 02:28
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ESCARABAJO La route elle monte en lacets Puis elle disparaît dans la forêt La partie raide, j´suis en danseuse Larmes de sueur dans mes yeux Moi, je suis grimpeur, je respire Moi je tire gros, qu´elle est belle cette lutte Liberté totale en pleine solitude La tête baissée je fonce dans la beauté Je m´envole vers les sommets, là ç´est la verité Moi, je suis grimpeur, je respire Pousse les pedales! Tire les pedales! Vis ta liberté! Vis ta liberté! Andale, Lucho! Moi j´ai mis mes grands braquets Je m´enfou du boulot, je vole en liberté Moi j´ai mis mes grands braquets Je m´enfou du boulot, je vis ma liberté Ahí vienen! Edgar Corredor! Abelardo Rondón! Alvaro Mejía! Martín Ramírez! Ay los escarabajos!
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Keep Yer Shit Away From Me, Mother, I´m Playin´ Guitar 02:16
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10.
Holy Nation 03:48
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HOLY NATION Mr. Stout, lights are goin´ out You used to fight so proud Never the slightest doubt Mr. Show, the candle´s burnin´ low The end is comin´ slowly Now death give you the blow Uncle Sam, I don´t give a damn Keep your confetti land Blood is on your praying hands Stars and stripes, too fat to start a riot Get on mental diet Wash your dishes, keep quiet No more inspiration by the holy nation All ideals been sold, the grand days days of old Mr. President, I don´t give no cent Your billion dollar friends Are reigning this old land Drop fat boy, and clean your shootin´ toys You enjoy to destroy Missis Lib, I don´t give a shit You bowed to hypocrits What´s left is just forgotten myths Drop fat boy, and clean your shootin´ toys You enjoy to destroy No more inspiration by the holy nation All ideals been sold, the grand days days of old
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Holy Nation Outro 00:55
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HOLY NATION OUTRO On croit que les sociétés nouvelles Vont chaque jour changer de face, Et, moi, j´ai peur qu´elles ne finissent Par être trop invariablement fixées Dans les mêmes institutions, Les mêmes préjugés, Les mêmes moeurs ; De telle sorte que le genre humain S´arrête et se borne ; Que l´esprit se plie et se replie éternellement sur lui-même Sans produire d´idées nouvelles ; Que l´homme s´épuise en petits mouvements solitaires et stérils, Et que, tout en se remuant sans cesse, L´humanité n´avance plus. (Alexis de Tocqueville, De la Démocatie en Amerique, 1835)
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Wintersonnenblei 02:15
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WINTERSONNENBLEI Wintersonnenblei, schweres Gemüt Warten, warten, bis sich etwas tut Hoffnung Klolektüre, Kartenstudium Doch die Zeit, sie geht um Côte d´Azur und ab dafür Autoroute du soleil, alles ok Und wenn der Reifen quietscht Sind wir on the beach Alles wunderbar Maloche, Poofe, Don Quijote Fliege im Honig, ewiger Trott Monat für Monat gemartert, gequält Doch die Tage sind gezählt Côte d´Azur und ab dafür Autoroute du soleil, alles ok Und wenn der Reifen quietscht Sind wir on the beach Alles wunderbar Pack die Kinder ein Hol die Kohle von der Bank Bring die Karre übern TÜV Stell das Wasser ab Lange Zeit sind wir schon bereit Urlaubsreif
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Little Cigarette Baby 03:31
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LITTLE CIGARETTE BABY Little cigarette baby Come on and have one puff with me Little cigarette baby Want it so bad that nicotine Got the money in my pocket And I´m goin´ to the man Gonna get another packet And I´m a dig dig diggin´ my grave Got the poison in my body Got the venom in my veins Can´t quit baby Too much pain Little cigarette baby Come on and have one puff with me Little cigarette baby Want it so bad that nicotine I´m not a sniffin´ no powder I´m not a smokin´ no shit Ain´t hot for liquor But there´s something I can´t quit Got the money in my pocket And I´m goin´ to the man Gonna get another packet And I´m a dig dig diggin´ my grave Little cigarette baby Come on and have one puff with me Little cigarette baby Want it so bad that nicotine
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Written In The Sand 04:10
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WRITTEN IN THE SAND I know that love is illusion You know I´ve been thru it all I´ve had my share of confusion It made me stumble and fall I know that love is a liar I´ve seen them all pass away She´ll take you higher an´ higher And then she´ll make you pay But then you ran over me And blew away all sorrow But you wouldn´t do it for good Cos always I knew, it always had been true It was written in the sand Love is a fata morgana She made me run to the well Then she would break out in laughter And I fell and I fell But then you ran over me And blew away all sorrow But you wouldn´t do it for good Cos always I knew, it always had been true It was written in the sand
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Water 04:34
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WATER As I look into your eyes I try to sink deeper As I lie beneath your thighs I try to get nearer Though you´re lyin´ close to me Still I want you nearer Let´s go to the water deep There we´ll walk and linger Water grey and water deep There we´ll kiss and linger As we sink into the deep Finally we know While we sink and fall asleep Finally we know Water
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Hollywood Bullshitto 03:50
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17.
Gleich Aufs Maul 03:00
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GLEICH AUFS MAUL Wir gehen heut aus mit Kumpels in die Szene Und kommt uns einer quer, dann kriegt er in die Zähne Das ist nun mal so, wir sind nun mal gefährlich Wir sindn bisschen hohl, aber dafür ehrlich Gleich auf´s Maul, das klärt die Hierarchie Wir rücken das zurecht mit der Bourgeoisie Ich hab da nen Knüppel, und der springt mir ausm Sack Dir in die Fresse, das geht zackzack Ha, ewige Liebe, naives Geseier Wir ham die Flocken in der Tasche und ziemlich dicke Eier Nachm Suff inn Puff, ich sachs ganz laut Die Nutten die sind billig, willig und versaut Da sparste Knete, Sstress und Kindergeschrei Lieber Egoist und immer frei Es ist mir egal, ich bin halt asozial Wer ist das heute nicht, ist doch normal Kurze Pause Meine Mama ruft Es gibt was zu fressen Bin gleich zurück im Groove Kurze Pause Es steht was aufm Tisch O Mama wasn das? Ich mag doch keinen Fisch! Von Haus aus bürgerlich war ich immer zögerlich Mir selbst hinderlich, lasch und weichlich Aber nun bin ich mir nicht mehr peinlich Hau feste drauf und bin dabei nicht zimperlich Du bittelst, bettelst, machst mich an und bist nicht nett Dein Flehen sei erhört, jetzt gibtsn Brett Nun liegst du da mit Blut in der Fresse Und ich seh dich morgen wieder in der Presse Kurze Pause Mama hat geklopft Och Mutter, nee, nich putzen Das brauch ich wien Kropf Kurze Pause Endlich isse raus Eh Scheiss wo ist mein Piece? Einfach weggesaugt
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Opera Blablabla 02:57
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OPERA BLABLABLA Don´t wanna know what you are Don´t wanna know where you´ve been Don´t wanna know where you go Don´t wanna know what you say Don´t wanna know what you think Don´t wanna know what you know There is just nothin bout you And bout what you do Or bout your family That I wanna know So get outta my eye Get outta my way Just stop singing yer Opera bla bla bla Opera bla bla bla I don´t care bout yer chitter Don´t care bout yer chatter And I don´t care bout yer looks I don´t care bout yer wines I don´t care bout yer bucks I don´t care bout yer books I don´t care bout yer ups Don´t care bout yer downs No and not yer taste And I see right through you Would you please go away Cos you´re making me puke Just stop singing yer Opera bla bla bla Opera bla bla bla You´re making me puke
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Menschenfeind 02:34
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MENSCHENFEIND So fürchtet ihr den Menschenfeind Dass ihr euch wider ihn vereint Ihr wähnt mich vor den Toren Oh weh ihr seid verloren Ich bin das Gift in euren Herzen Neid und Hass und Schmerzen Der Stein in euren Seelen Niemals auszumerzen Ich bin der Wolf ob dem ihr heuchelt Einander rücklings meuchelt Die Klinge in der Hand Ihr glaubt sie sei verteufelt Ja, ich bin des Menschen Feind Ich bin Mensch und damit Feind Tief in euch bin ich die Fäulnis Bis das Licht erlischt
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Sons Intro 00:50
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SONDS INTRO Je n´enferme pas les autres, dit Jacquemort. Mes enfants et moi, c´est la même chose, dit Clémentine. Je les aime tant. Vous avez une drôle de conception du monde, dit-il. C´est-ce que je pensais de vous. La mienne n´a rien de drôle. Le monde, c´est eux. Non, vous confondez, dit Jacquemort. Vous souhaitez d´être le leur. Dans ce sens-là, C´est destructif. (Boris Vian, L´Arrache-Cœur 1953)
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Sons 02:01
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SONS Oh my sons, the moon has died See the morning sun My sons, let me wipe your eyes Wish the day welcome Northbound winter goes Springtime on tip toes Then summer´s here and the time is right For me and you to run into this world And have a real good time Oh my sons, let me hold you tight And smell the wind in your hair Then spread your wings And rise into the air Northbound winter goes Springtime on tip toes Then summer´s here and the time is right For me and you to run into this world And have a real good time

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Mucha Guevas debut in double album length, 58 minutes of „cultural rebellion“, as the critics wrote. Released just six months before the follow-up “Rocanrol o muerte” in January 2012, this album is a weird mixture of styles and languages. Mucha Gueva sings in Spanish, French, English and German, bounces wildly between Hardcore, Metal, Funk, some swingin Rock and Roll, some punky Charleston, then again a heavy rollin rap. In between, instrumentals like the on the beach-relaxed “Keep yer shit away from me, mother, I´m playin guitar” or the insane funk-metal trip “Hollywood Bullshitto” with scat vocals. And pieces of french literature like Albert Londres in “Escarabajo”, an ode to cycling and to the colombian superclimbers like Lucho Herrera who emerged in the 1980s. Or Alexis de Tocquevilles critical prognostics for democratic societies in “Holy Nation”. This album is just a wild mixture without specific genre. There´s just one line goin through: no beatin around the bush here, just direct and straight heavy rockin funky groovin music.

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released June 18, 2012

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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! ... more

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