Grandes letras de la historia musical
No es oficial, es más, existen varias versiones de la canción, pero cada vez que escucho una de ellas, se me pone una sonrisa de un lado a otro de la cara.
Discworld - The Hedgehog Song
You can bugger the bear, if you do it with care,
in the winter, when he is asleep in his lair,
Though I would not advise it in spring or in fall--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
If you're feeling quite coarse, you can bugger the horse,
or the palfrey, the jennet, the stallion (with force),
You can bugger the donkey, the mare, or the mule,
Though to bugger the pony is needlessly cruel.
You can bugger the ox (if you stand on a box)
And vulpologists say you can bugger the fox,
You can bugger the shrew, though it's awfully small--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
Herptologists gasp you can bugger the asp,
Entymologists claim you can bugger the wasp.
If an insects your thing, man, then just have a ball--
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
And the elephant too, that you meet in the zoo,
Can be buggered if you are sure just what to do,
You will need a large mattress upon which to fall--
but the hedgehog cvan never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the bees if your down on your knees,
You can bugger the termites with terminal ease
you can bugger the beetle, the ladybug (bird!) too,
there's no end to the buggering that you can do.
You can bugger the cat if it isn't too fat
You can bugger the rabbit you draw from your hat
You can bugger the shark that you've chased in your yawl--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the ermine, and all other vermine,
like rats, mice, and roaches, if your not discernin'.
You can bugger the dog, it will come when you call--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
Although Mr. Tiggy is not very big, he
Avoids with great ease those who fancy his arse.
He just curls in a ball, shows his prickles and all--
And the would-be seducer leaves himin the grass
If you're that kind of fool, and you have a long tool,
Do it with a giraffe, if you stand on a stool,
Catch a yeti, who lives in the snows of Nepal--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
For the hedgehog escapes the posterior rapes
Performed upon others of different shapes
Those who run, swim, or slither, they get it withal--
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
It is said, if you try, you can bugger the fly,
Or the swallow as it skims so skilfully by,
Use a noose or a net, or lime (if you've the gall)--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all
You can bugger the cow (I will not tell you how),
Or the boar, or the piglet, the shoat or the sow,
You can bugger the ass as it stands in the stall--
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can order or shoo 'im, or run a knife through 'im
The one thing you cannot do is stick it to 'im.
If you try to seduce 'im, you'll end in a fix,
His prickles defend him against rampant pricks.
You can bugger the ram, you can bugger the lamb,
You can bugger the ewe, though the wether's a sham,
You can bugger the tiger (it may caterwaul)
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the seal, you can bugger the eel,
You can bugger the crab, though they say it can't feel,
You can bugger the bat as the night casts its pall,
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the snake (hold it down with a rake),
Though to bugger the quetzal may be a mistake.
You can bugger the billy, the nanny the kid,
But to bugger the hedeghog just cannot be did.
You can bugger the slug, though it messes the rug,
You can bugger the different species of bug,
Or do it with a snail, if you slow to a crawl,
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
At the end of the day, when you've had your rough way
With all of those creatures, you'll just have to say
"That damned Erinaceous has been my downfall--"
For the hedgehog can never be buggered at all!
Nota: Bugger, para los no angloparlantes, significa encular.
Discworld - The Hedgehog Song
You can bugger the bear, if you do it with care,
in the winter, when he is asleep in his lair,
Though I would not advise it in spring or in fall--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
If you're feeling quite coarse, you can bugger the horse,
or the palfrey, the jennet, the stallion (with force),
You can bugger the donkey, the mare, or the mule,
Though to bugger the pony is needlessly cruel.
You can bugger the ox (if you stand on a box)
And vulpologists say you can bugger the fox,
You can bugger the shrew, though it's awfully small--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
Herptologists gasp you can bugger the asp,
Entymologists claim you can bugger the wasp.
If an insects your thing, man, then just have a ball--
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
And the elephant too, that you meet in the zoo,
Can be buggered if you are sure just what to do,
You will need a large mattress upon which to fall--
but the hedgehog cvan never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the bees if your down on your knees,
You can bugger the termites with terminal ease
you can bugger the beetle, the ladybug (bird!) too,
there's no end to the buggering that you can do.
You can bugger the cat if it isn't too fat
You can bugger the rabbit you draw from your hat
You can bugger the shark that you've chased in your yawl--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the ermine, and all other vermine,
like rats, mice, and roaches, if your not discernin'.
You can bugger the dog, it will come when you call--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
Although Mr. Tiggy is not very big, he
Avoids with great ease those who fancy his arse.
He just curls in a ball, shows his prickles and all--
And the would-be seducer leaves himin the grass
If you're that kind of fool, and you have a long tool,
Do it with a giraffe, if you stand on a stool,
Catch a yeti, who lives in the snows of Nepal--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
For the hedgehog escapes the posterior rapes
Performed upon others of different shapes
Those who run, swim, or slither, they get it withal--
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
It is said, if you try, you can bugger the fly,
Or the swallow as it skims so skilfully by,
Use a noose or a net, or lime (if you've the gall)--
but the hedgehog can never be buggered at all
You can bugger the cow (I will not tell you how),
Or the boar, or the piglet, the shoat or the sow,
You can bugger the ass as it stands in the stall--
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can order or shoo 'im, or run a knife through 'im
The one thing you cannot do is stick it to 'im.
If you try to seduce 'im, you'll end in a fix,
His prickles defend him against rampant pricks.
You can bugger the ram, you can bugger the lamb,
You can bugger the ewe, though the wether's a sham,
You can bugger the tiger (it may caterwaul)
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the seal, you can bugger the eel,
You can bugger the crab, though they say it can't feel,
You can bugger the bat as the night casts its pall,
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
You can bugger the snake (hold it down with a rake),
Though to bugger the quetzal may be a mistake.
You can bugger the billy, the nanny the kid,
But to bugger the hedeghog just cannot be did.
You can bugger the slug, though it messes the rug,
You can bugger the different species of bug,
Or do it with a snail, if you slow to a crawl,
But the hedgehog can never be buggered at all.
At the end of the day, when you've had your rough way
With all of those creatures, you'll just have to say
"That damned Erinaceous has been my downfall--"
For the hedgehog can never be buggered at all!
Nota: Bugger, para los no angloparlantes, significa encular.
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A Pirate i was meant to be
Haggis: We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward: A sailin´ out to sea.
Bill: When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis: You'll be sure to turn and flee!
Guybrush: Oh, this is just ridiculous.
Guybrush: Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill: That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!
Bill: We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Haggis: We can sing in every clef!
Edward: We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis: It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward: We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
Edward: We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis: A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill: To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward: Just really good ear plugs!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
Haggis: We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill: We'll battle you on land.
Edward: But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush: They'll be more than you can stand.
Bill: Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush: No, it wasn't.
Guybrush: No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!
Bill: We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.
Haggis: Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward: We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis: ...then sing from the diaphragm!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Less singing, more sailing.
Edward: When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
Bill: If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis: ...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Edward: If ya disrespect our singing´...
Bill: ...we will feed ya to a kraken!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis: We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
Edward: We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill: And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis: We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward: ...but we have to rest five measures.
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.
Guybrush: You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush: ...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush: From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush: ...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis: And...!
Haggis: ...um...
Bill: Well...
Edward: ...err...
Bill: Door hinge?
Edward: No, no...
Bill: Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis: Guess so.
Edward: Okay, back to work.
Guybrush: Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.
http://www.worldofmi.com/features/lyrics/A%20pirate%20I%20was%20meant%20to%20be.mp3
Haggis: We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward: A sailin´ out to sea.
Bill: When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis: You'll be sure to turn and flee!
Guybrush: Oh, this is just ridiculous.
Guybrush: Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Bill: That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!
Bill: We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Haggis: We can sing in every clef!
Edward: We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis: It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward: We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
Edward: We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis: A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill: To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward: Just really good ear plugs!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
Haggis: We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill: We'll battle you on land.
Edward: But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush: They'll be more than you can stand.
Bill: Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush: No, it wasn't.
Guybrush: No time for song! We've got to move!
Bill: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!
Bill: We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.
Haggis: Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward: We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis: ...then sing from the diaphragm!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Less singing, more sailing.
Edward: When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
Bill: If ye try ta fight us...
Haggis: ...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Edward: If ya disrespect our singing´...
Bill: ...we will feed ya to a kraken!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis: We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
Edward: We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill: And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis: We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward: ...but we have to rest five measures.
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.
Guybrush: You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush: ...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush: From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush: ...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Guybrush: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis: And...!
Haggis: ...um...
Bill: Well...
Edward: ...err...
Bill: Door hinge?
Edward: No, no...
Bill: Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis: Guess so.
Edward: Okay, back to work.
Guybrush: Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.
http://www.worldofmi.com/features/lyrics/A%20pirate%20I%20was%20meant%20to%20be.mp3
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Born_to_lose
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Rosendo. Jugar al gua.
Flojos De Pantalón
Surge la escena en un salón
niñas en promoción
momias poniendo precio
ambigüedad.
Alguien va presumiendo
discreción
flojos de pantalón
líderes del diseño novedad.
Son la musa que inspira
la ambición
sueño de libertad.
Noches al pie del cañón
fuerza de voluntad.
Es una tribu de ficción
síndrome de bufón
héroes de novelista berbiquí.
Provocando desprecio
y reacción
lucen su condición
dueños del desparpajo frenesí.
Son la musa que inspira
la ambición
sueño de libertad.
Noches al pie del cañón
fuerza de voluntad.
Y tú mientras asumiendo
rebuscando
renegando de tu tiempo.
http://www.rockmusic.org/rosendo/
Flojos De Pantalón
Surge la escena en un salón
niñas en promoción
momias poniendo precio
ambigüedad.
Alguien va presumiendo
discreción
flojos de pantalón
líderes del diseño novedad.
Son la musa que inspira
la ambición
sueño de libertad.
Noches al pie del cañón
fuerza de voluntad.
Es una tribu de ficción
síndrome de bufón
héroes de novelista berbiquí.
Provocando desprecio
y reacción
lucen su condición
dueños del desparpajo frenesí.
Son la musa que inspira
la ambición
sueño de libertad.
Noches al pie del cañón
fuerza de voluntad.
Y tú mientras asumiendo
rebuscando
renegando de tu tiempo.
http://www.rockmusic.org/rosendo/
TROVADORES DE LA LIRICA PERDIDA - MI PRIMERA VEZ
Intro:
- Bueno pues asi fue mi primera vez
- Ah dabuti, no
- No, si estuvo bien y la tuya como fue?
- Joder la mia, yo ke se tio, que te voy a contar
- Venga cuenta
- Es que....yo ke se
- Venga cuetna macho
- Venga va
Llegaba tarde a la cita, pero no importaba,
sabia que allí estaría ella, siempre estuvo esperándome.
Mis ojos se clavaron en sus formas, de forma bestia,
mi corazón se aceleraba, no había palabras.
Poco a poco me fui acercando, insinuando,
estabamos hechos el uno para el otro, estaba claro.
Empecé a ponerme romántico, cante poemas,
le declaré mi amor, nunca nos separarían barreras.
Ella escuchaba atenta sin interrumpirme,
los planes de futuro que le ofrecía sin parar de repetirle.
Tenía un brillo especial y quería besarla,
pero era su primer hombre y tenía que saber tratarla.
Al principio la note un poco fría, sin embargo
cada vez se ponía más caliente, era evidente...
Así que le propuse algo indecente, diferente,
acercarnos a un reservado
y hacerlo apasionadamente.
No se cortaba un cacho cuando vi que quería montárselo allí,
delante de todo el mundo, todo el público.
La gente no parecía darle importancia,
así que la cogí con las dos manos y allí mismo la abrí.
Ella suspiró, fue algo bello, le acaricié por el cuello
y roce mis labios cegado por sus encantos.
Cuando me vio más a tono me di a entender
que tenía que pagar por lo que iba a hacer,
" Las cosas no son gratis... tu que crees? ....
¿ Así que fue pagando tu primera vez ? "
Pues si, ya ves,
pero estaba tan caliente y excitado,
que hasta echaba espuma por la boca.
Necesitaba sentirla, agarrarla, chuparla,
la notaba tan mojada que no podía negarme.
Le quité lo poco que llevaba encima,
y ahí estaba frente a mí con sus curvas perfectas, su estilo.
Merecía la pena pagar por ella...
Pero yo no era lo mismo, mi corazón se había partido.
Resentido, acabe como pude y como quedaba tiempo la dije,
ya que me has hecho pagar por ti,
con mis amigos ahora te voy a compartir.
Y allí la deje casi sin fuerzas,
viendo como se la pasaban unos a otros,
y supe que no seria la única en mi vida,
pero nunca olvidaré aquella primera y bella…
botella de cerveza.
Intro:
- Bueno pues asi fue mi primera vez
- Ah dabuti, no
- No, si estuvo bien y la tuya como fue?
- Joder la mia, yo ke se tio, que te voy a contar
- Venga cuenta
- Es que....yo ke se
- Venga cuetna macho
- Venga va
Llegaba tarde a la cita, pero no importaba,
sabia que allí estaría ella, siempre estuvo esperándome.
Mis ojos se clavaron en sus formas, de forma bestia,
mi corazón se aceleraba, no había palabras.
Poco a poco me fui acercando, insinuando,
estabamos hechos el uno para el otro, estaba claro.
Empecé a ponerme romántico, cante poemas,
le declaré mi amor, nunca nos separarían barreras.
Ella escuchaba atenta sin interrumpirme,
los planes de futuro que le ofrecía sin parar de repetirle.
Tenía un brillo especial y quería besarla,
pero era su primer hombre y tenía que saber tratarla.
Al principio la note un poco fría, sin embargo
cada vez se ponía más caliente, era evidente...
Así que le propuse algo indecente, diferente,
acercarnos a un reservado
y hacerlo apasionadamente.
No se cortaba un cacho cuando vi que quería montárselo allí,
delante de todo el mundo, todo el público.
La gente no parecía darle importancia,
así que la cogí con las dos manos y allí mismo la abrí.
Ella suspiró, fue algo bello, le acaricié por el cuello
y roce mis labios cegado por sus encantos.
Cuando me vio más a tono me di a entender
que tenía que pagar por lo que iba a hacer,
" Las cosas no son gratis... tu que crees? ....
¿ Así que fue pagando tu primera vez ? "
Pues si, ya ves,
pero estaba tan caliente y excitado,
que hasta echaba espuma por la boca.
Necesitaba sentirla, agarrarla, chuparla,
la notaba tan mojada que no podía negarme.
Le quité lo poco que llevaba encima,
y ahí estaba frente a mí con sus curvas perfectas, su estilo.
Merecía la pena pagar por ella...
Pero yo no era lo mismo, mi corazón se había partido.
Resentido, acabe como pude y como quedaba tiempo la dije,
ya que me has hecho pagar por ti,
con mis amigos ahora te voy a compartir.
Y allí la deje casi sin fuerzas,
viendo como se la pasaban unos a otros,
y supe que no seria la única en mi vida,
pero nunca olvidaré aquella primera y bella…
botella de cerveza.
Prez escribió:j.
1. f. Undécima letra del abecedario español, y décima del orden latino internacional, que representa un fonema consonántico de articulación fricativa, velar y sorda. Su nombre es jota. La mayor o menor tensión con que se articula en diferentes países y regiones produce variedades que van desde la vibrante a la simple aspiración.
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¡O sea que esto es para Prez el humor!
Ja... ja.
Se te nota falto de práctica. Pero aprecio sobremanera el esfuerzo, créeme.
Dolordebarriga escribió: ↑18 Jun 2024 17:36he aclarado mil veces que fue por metérsela por el culo a pelo a una amiga durante la noche/madrugada de fin de año
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Juggernaut
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Viceversa: Ella
Tu piel morena
sobre la arena
nadas igual
que una sirena
tu pelo negro
moldea el viento
cuando te miro
me pongó contento
y si miro al horizonte
puedo ver
como las olas pelean
por tocar tu piel
y si miro al horizonte
pueeeeedo ver
como las olas pelean
por tocar tu piel
No me acuerdo de más, solo era para provocar.
Tu piel morena
sobre la arena
nadas igual
que una sirena
tu pelo negro
moldea el viento
cuando te miro
me pongó contento
y si miro al horizonte
puedo ver
como las olas pelean
por tocar tu piel
y si miro al horizonte
pueeeeedo ver
como las olas pelean
por tocar tu piel
No me acuerdo de más, solo era para provocar.
Este es un mundo de estúpidos, controlados por imbéciles, para beneficio de mediocres.
Drive Shaft - (You All) Everybody
Rock and roll, man
I walk around my town
Watch the people come and go
I watch them up and down
And I see what they don't know
They have given up on me
I can see it in their eyes
Well, I have given up on you
And I think you should realise
You all, everybody
You all, everybody
I don't like you stupid people
Wearing expensive clothes
You all everybody
You all, everybody
You all everybody
I know you see what I have been
And compare with what I am
But I don't care now what you've seen
I'm just doing what I can
You say you've given up on me
And you say it like I should care
Well I have given up on you
And no, I don't want to “share”
Chorus
You all everybody
And will you get the message now?
When I cross my heart and shout it out damn loud?
Chorus
You all everybody
Yeah, you all everybody
Rock and roll, man
I walk around my town
Watch the people come and go
I watch them up and down
And I see what they don't know
They have given up on me
I can see it in their eyes
Well, I have given up on you
And I think you should realise
You all, everybody
You all, everybody
I don't like you stupid people
Wearing expensive clothes
You all everybody
You all, everybody
You all everybody
I know you see what I have been
And compare with what I am
But I don't care now what you've seen
I'm just doing what I can
You say you've given up on me
And you say it like I should care
Well I have given up on you
And no, I don't want to “share”
Chorus
You all everybody
And will you get the message now?
When I cross my heart and shout it out damn loud?
Chorus
You all everybody
Yeah, you all everybody