Teléfonos / White Trash (Luca Prodan en Corpiños en la madrugada)
"todos los pájaros han volado de la ciudad
y una familia que conozco, ha construido un arca
ha estado lloviendo mucho tiempo en un flujo constante
y titulares de periódicos, malos y crudos
es triste, es tan triste..." (Luca Prodan)
Teléfonos / White TrashNight is down, on insect towni´m sitting glued to the glowing tubetedius, tedium, is flowing slowabout the crying for something i could really usewe´re worker ants, or we´re ants whit wings?saying "god i´m high" or "christ, i´m late"asking girls and women, "would you show me the way?"to, the crumple sheets and naughtier thingsbut it´s sad, ´t´s so sadthe old people shouln´t take it quite so bad, i know,but it´s sad, sad, sad...well the sadness of, a lone dead star on late night, tvthe sadness of, shooting away your bloomand of old crumpled men, in their workday suitsand telephones ringing in empty roomsall the birds have flown from the "uptown"and a family i know, has built and arkit´s been raining long in a steady flowand newspaper headlines, read bad and starkit´s sad, it´s so sad...old people never had it, quite so bad...and it´s sad, sad, sad...well the sadness of, a lone dead star late night, tvthe sadness of, shooting away your bloomand of old crumpled men, in their wokday suitsand, telephones ringing in empty rooms, ok...Ska, ska...I said people of babylon, "well if you wanna be wrong, you gotta be strong"cause if you don´t, you´ll go down, down, downwell you bite the hand that feeds youspite in the face of those who needs youdon´t you know when you´re old, who is gonna feed when you´re on your own.I heard my black brothers tell me every, about how they been put down in a so many waysWell, don´t you know rasta?, we´ve been treated just the same wayI look around, and all i see is...White Trash, in a BabylonWhite Trash, in a LondonWhite Trash right here in Buenos Aires town, YeahWhite Trash, in a rich manWhite Trash in a babylonWhite Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, URLINGAN! YEAH!Ska, ska...People of the Argentineyou easy eat you´re meet your everyday, you´re looking so fine,don´t you know what´s happening to, you´re going down all the timecause you bite the hand that feeds youspit in the face of those who needs youdon´t you know when you´re old, who is gonna feed you when you´re on your own.I heard my black brother tell me everday, about how they been put down in a so many waysdon´t you know rasta?, some of us been treated, in just the same way,I look around, and all i see is...White Trash, in a BabylonWhite Trash, in a LondonWhite Trash, aca! in Buenos Aires town!, you better belive itWhite Trash, in a BirminghamWhite Trash, in a TwinkcenhamWhite Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, c´mon Baby, Hurlingham, yeah!*-*
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