ROCANROL O MUERTE

by Mucha Gueva

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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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Track Name: Narco Titty Cumbia Baby
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
Track Name: Good Son Dead And Gone
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
Track Name: Apricot Tree
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
Track Name: Die Wilde Hilde
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
Track Name: Morality
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?
Track Name: Je Reve Toujours
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
Track Name: Wrong Way Daddy
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
Track Name: Eins Und Eins Zusammenzählen
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
Track Name: Opium
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
Track Name: Too Close To The Button
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
Track Name: Goin´ Straight Down
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
Track Name: Leave You Tomorrow
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
Track Name: Hail To The Hard Rocking Savior (Bonus Track)
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