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ROCANROL O MUERTE

by Mucha Gueva

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Mi leche! Hot´n´salty love machine rubbin´ my face Narco titty cumbia baby on the job again An innocent man I came into this land Forbidden fruits so ripe they just drop into your hands I saw these bums shake like mother´s best puddin´ Peaches in bronze I had to stick my tongue in ´em Sacame el jugo, give me muchos niños Narco titty puta negra will you marry me Paraíso de cuca butter soaked bolt Creamy and demanding, ooh my soul Can´t you see that I come from a good family So sit right on my face and let your love rain on me Drippin´ live wire out of your strong tetas I´m the starvin´ baby, you the mamasita I love your salty – ay! I love your oily – ay! Narco titty cumbia baby queen of the thighs Narco titty puta negra plague of my briefcase Narco titty lady we´re not yet runnin´ dry Piston keep on pushin´ pumpin´ fever in yer thighs Liquids boilin´ bubblin´ and we´re still far from ´ome Hot and salty butter melt my solid stone I see yo sweat drippin´ body bend on fire I see yo black mane round the glowin´ tower I love your tremblin´ - ay! I love your shakin´- ay! Narco titty puta negra ride eternally Hot´n´salty drippin´ love all over my face Narco titty cumbia baby on the job again An innocent man I came into this land Forbidden fruits so ripe they just drop into your hands I saw these bums shake like mother´s best puddin´ Peaches in bronze i had to stick my tongue in ´em Sacame el jugo, give me muchos niños Narco titty cumbia baby queen of the thighs Narco titty puta negra plague of my briefcase
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GOOD SON DEAD AND GONE Dropped outta school cos I was Acceptin no rules and I was Askin me who are you to tell me what to do Truth can be cruel but I will never be yer dog Rebel with a cause and a rock´n´roll rage Break the chains and storm the stage Everybody tellin me which way I should run I looked up to my mother Said rama lama ding dong I don´t want no lesson I´ll never be a good son You´re makin me blue, said mama You stupid fool, said poppa and the boy went Let´s talk about you and your cage of possession Talk about you and your life of submission I´m gonna start to rock and I´m gonna start to roll This boy is goin straight thru the walls Everybody givin me advice I never asked for I looked up to my father Said rama lama ding dong I don´t want no lesson I´ll never be a good son Torment in his soul and riot in his blood Tell the story quick, life was short Big idea in his head but he rocked himself to death And he looked up to the skies Said rama lama ding dong I don´t want no lesson I´ll never be a good son Rama lama ding dong I don´t want no lesson I´d rather be dead and gone Hoo hoo good son dead and gone
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Apricot Tree 03:41
APRICOT TREE Far away so far away Historically, geographically Feel your pain inside of me Anger so deep, love and grief One day my sweet you will see Me sit in peace by the apricot tree One day my sweet you will see Me sit in peace by the apricot tree Spell the word - genocide Roots so sweet, roots that bleed Jerewan Jerewan Broken home dead family Armenia Armenia One day my sweet you will see Me sit in peace by the apricot tree One day my sweet you will see Me sit in peace by the apricot tree Spell the word - genocide
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DIE WILDE HILDE Am besten sind Mädchen Wenn sie nicht perfekt sind Sie machen dich an, gehen direkt ran Keine Püppchen, keine Spielchen Sie war ein Geschoss, ein edles Ross Mmh ja, mmh nein, Mmh jein, ach lass es sein Die Hilde mit der Gurkennase nimmt mich mit heim Sie legte mich hin und sagte: Lass es geschehn Dann packte sie mich aus und sagte: Oh wie schön! Ich sagte: Whole lotta Rosie, ich lass dich nie mehr gehen Wilde Hilde, tschüss, auf Wiedersehn Am besten sind Mädchen Wenn sie nicht perfekt sind Sie machen dich an, gehen direkt ran Keine Püppchen, keine Spielchen Pickel auf der Haut, oben schwach gebaut Unten dafür viel angestaut Sie mochte nie in den Spiegel schaun Dann hat die stramme Ute mein Herz geklaut Sie war kein Mannequin und keine beauty queen Sie ging feste ran und sie hatte Stil Ich wollte was sie hat und sie hatte so viel Wilde Ute, tschüss, auf wiedersehn Was macht mich an, soll ichs dir verraten Nicht heiße Apparate und scharfe Granaten In der zweiten Reihe hab ich sie entdeckt Der kleine Defekt ist es der mich weckt Nie im Rampenlicht und doch so wunderbar Du denkst nix Schlimmes und dann – oh là là Sie packen dich am Horn und dann – hoppala Zweite Reihe Mädchen, du bist mein Star Nie im Rampenlicht und doch so wunderbar Du denkst nix Schlimmes und dann – oh là là Sie packen dich am Horn und dann – hoppala Zweite Reihe Mädchen, du bist mein Star Am besten sind Mädchen Wenn sie nicht perfekt sind Sie machen dich an, gehen direkt ran Keine Püppchen, keine Spielchen
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Morality 02:23
MORALITY? You take the masses, brilliant speaker You seem to stand above all poles Charismatic, oh so charming You´re way too perfect in all roles Is it authority or personality Or just a giant machinery Is it you or is it an image How do you know the nations me Morality? Your morality? Morality? Your morality? You promise instant gratification Your future shines so bright But in the long run, what is the essence Are you for real or just façade Morality? Your morality? Morality? Your morality?
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JE REVE TOUJOURS Je parle pas de ce qu´ils discutent a la télé Comme ils s´arrangent dans les cercles fermés Je parle ni de Renault ni de BM double V Surtout pas de Berlin ou de l´Élysée Mon pôte, je rêve toujours de l´amitié Je veux la voir dans tes yeux Pas sur papier J´entends votre langue, tendre, plein de joie Plein de tristesse, plein d´espoir Quand je suis chez vous, je me sens chez moi Pas question de politique ni de grands débats Mon pôte, je rêve toujours de l´amitié Je veux la sentir dans tes bras En disant adieu Mon pôte, je rêve toujours de l´amitié Ce qui me touche c´est toi Pas les traités
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WRONG WAY DADDY I got the funk thinkin about the thing that we do Ya know the thing thats a keepin me thrillin I got the feelin it´s about time to quit We´re bout headin into one way street Sister lovin hot, cold blood mother, Ya givin me the thing that I need Thought that I could choose, but you keepin me abused Leave me alone and go back to your man I got the feelin, I got the feelin You´re goin the wrong way, daddy Daddy, you´re goin wrong Sometimes I cry when I open the door And the kids come a runnin my way And I cry with my lady worryin bout me Say you should´t be workin too late We got a demon grabbin hold of our souls Draggin down our families And when the shits the fan, yea when the shit hits the fan Ya know that we´ll be gettin our share I got the feelin, i got the feelin You´re goin the wrong way, daddy Daddy, you´re goin wrong
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EINS UND EINS ZUSAMMENZÄHLEN 1 und 1 zusammenzählen Es ist gut dass wir jetzt getrennte Wege gehen 1 und 1 zusammenzählen Manche rennen, andre bleiben stehen Irgendwo auf der Welt turnst du jetzt umher Mit all deinen Komplexen und geheimen Wünschen Glaub jetzt bloß nicht ich denke an dich Du kamst mir in den Sinn, und ich musste kotzen Du fühlst dich sicher wohl in deinem kleinen Kackhaufen Ist ja auch schön warm mit dem Dummkopf deiner Wahl Isser auch schön dankbar für den Müll aus deinem Hirn? Immer brav nicken, dann ein bisschen Bussi Bussi 1 und 1 zusammenzählen Es ist gut dass wir jetzt getrennte Wege gehen 1 und 1 zusammenzählen Manche rennen, andre bleiben stehen Du wirst nie erfahren wie frisch der Wind hier draußen weht Du wirst nie verstehen worum es wirklich geht Manche flattern nur anstatt zu fliegen Manche starren nur wenn das Rad sich dreht
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Opium 02:39
OPIUM People, music, style, religion - pull on your uniform Opium people, opium people Sex, culture, politics, opinion - pull on your uniform Opium people, opium people I tell da bitter truth about da rasta man The idea is dead and I don´t give a damn They bitch demselves for some pot and some dollar Sellin big dick to thick pig European mama I tell da bitter truth about da rasta man The idea is dead and I don´t give a damn They bitch demselves for some pot and some dollar Sellin big dick to thick pig americana mama Bankers, preachers, judges, teachers - pull on your uniform Asia, Europe, America, China - pull on your uniform Christians, muslims, language, profession - pull on your uniform People, music, style, religion - pull on your uniform
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TOO CLOSE TO THE BUTTON Somebody´s getting nervous, finger on the trigger There´s always somebody who wants to shoot his gun Somebody´s always too close to the button There´s always somebody anxious to strike first You got the bombs and you got the missiles You got the cannons and you got the tanks You got the vessels and you got jet fighters You got the radar and you got intelligence Still you are afraid of being run over Still you are afraid of some threat overseas Still you don´t trust in the power of your culture Everybodys lookin up but your head´s above the clouds
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GOIN´ STRAIGHT DOWN Double barrel gun and a razorsharp dagger Hoodoo hudlum mother´s crippled fagot Got a knife beneath my cloak and a grinded tooth Mumbo jumbo reaper on the loose Sweet red rooster and some rotten fish Choked him by the throat and the blood was fresh Mother´s heart won´t fail even drowned in the closet Said the boy had pity but somehow he forgot it Thunder on the road, hot wind on the lawn D´ya see the lovely boy next door goin´ straight down Lord oh lord, won´t you let me go On the rivers of grief I wanna row my boat Now there´s thunder of decay rollin´ over the land I´ll be dancin´ with the devil round the bleeding lamb Now there´s thunder of decay rollin´ over the land And I´ll do the devil´s dance around the lamb
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LEAVE YOU TOMORROW Lil child dreams in your eyes You have been trapped in my web of lies The way you see me is naive The truth is that I bring disguise When I leave you tomorrow You´ll fall Lil fool live your illusions Victim of misperceptions My heart is dead, it´s black I bring you disillusion When I leave you tomorrow You´ll fall Lil spark I won´t catch fire I´ll take you down not higher And I´ll drag your soul Til it´s dead And I´ll kill your heart Til it´s black
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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

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"Rocanrol o muerte" means "Rock and Roll or death" - see Rock and Roll as an attitude, and you got the message! Second strike of Mucha Gueva, this album is tighter than the debut album, but still unpredictable. You get a steamin rocker like "Narco Titty Cumbia Baby", you get hardcore-metal riffing like "Good Son Dead And Gone" and "Apricot Tree", a Rockabilly in "Die Wilde Hilde" with an odd solo in "cats & dawgs"-technique (if you never heard of it, no surprise, Mucha Gueva invented it!), you get a funk song with gospel choir like "Wrong Way Daddy", you get a mean Waits-like bad boy-story like "Goin straight down". It´s still weird, it´s still itchin and a-scratchin, bone-dry and head-on Rock and Roll. As a bonus track and preview for the next album, the anthem "Hail To The hard Rocking Savior" is included here. Hallelujah, it´s Rock and Roll time! Amen.

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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!
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