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 Trash

Night is down, on insect town

i´m sitting glued to the glowing tube

tedius, tedium, is flowing slow

about the crying for something i could really use

we´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 things

but it´s sad, ´t´s so sad

the 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, tv

the sadness of, shooting away your bloom

and of old crumpled men, in their workday suits

and telephones ringing in empty rooms

all the birds have flown from the "uptown"

and a family i know, has built and ark

it´s been raining long in a steady flow

and newspaper headlines, read bad and stark

it´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, tv

the sadness of, shooting away your bloom

and of old crumpled men, in their wokday suits

and, 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, down

well you bite the hand that feeds you

spite in the face of those who needs you

don´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 ways

Well, don´t you know rasta?, we´ve been treated just the same way

I look around, and all i see is...

White Trash, in a Babylon

White Trash, in a London

White Trash right here in Buenos Aires town, Yeah

White Trash, in a rich man

White Trash in a babylon

White Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, URLINGAN! YEAH!

Ska, ska...

People of the Argentine

you 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 time

cause you bite the hand that feeds you

spit in the face of those who needs you

don´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 ways

don´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 Babylon

White Trash, in a London

White Trash, aca! in Buenos Aires town!, you better belive it

White Trash, in a Birmingham

White Trash, in a Twinkcenham

White Trash, were we´re living, hurlingham, c´mon Baby, Hurlingham, yeah!

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