Boys by Andres Calamaro
The song that begins today will be referred to full, as they say young people today, a warm and cheering tribunero: PARROT PARROT PARROT PARROT PARROT RO! and continues with a LORORO LORORO LORO LORO! and so continued with a string of variations around these silavas as would a prehistoric amoeba after two English classes with Guido Süller.
Then: "If you get to go to the river before me because there is eternal life and take part
a cucumelo mine if it did not rain in the sky ..."
If the blog had little camera website, you. at this moment would be seeing my eyeballs explode in gory vessels that are bleeding on my face contorted in disbelief, anger, helplessness ....
us continue, we will give an opportunity the world's craziest singer, maybe it is true that it has something to say
"... and part of the 22 you give the kid music band, and give him a long hug to my friends who were first ... "
From performing arts studies, Supernatural and Social Imbalances HLVAV deliverables after extensive glimpse we have reached a conclusion with respect to these sentences like: Apparently the boy music band would become the former singer Rodrigo Bueno Cordobés who lost his life in a car accident years ago. Its main feature, we mean the absolute absence of life in the body of Cordoba, have inspired for the singer, and in this way not only sends a cucumelos with his interlocutor -el/la that was the river first, assuming that Rodrigo was / is a frequent consumer of hallucinogens, but it also exploits the leg of this world music band to rhyme with the first of the following sentence that mentions the other jerks who died before the beloved-by others-interpreter.
"... also take a few songs that will cause us great prosperity ..."
After a hard resuscitation in which I have burned four teams of electroshock we're back with you.
few songs that will cause us great prosperity ... Explicame the further stressed &%$"·%/**$$% something your mother! sorry ... Tell me Andrew, "a song of yours, or you and do not know who, will cause great prosperity in an establishment which in itself is not only infinite but it also has the convenient advantage of being eternal? Ehhh! Ehhh !!!??? THE MOTHER THAT RE REPARIÓO %&"¨^*:;%&! Let
: "... I guess there will be an entire city and it consoles me if I expect there ..." without comment.
"... many friends have gone before me, and-let-me-alone, so if winter too cold in hell a little ... "I wonder
and asked them to friends who are now leaning to read these lines: Is this asshole, is or does? ... no offense what bothers me most is an innocuous and insipid that this song is horrible the way the guy tries that oligofrénico lyrics fit the music of mental invalid.
seeing: "... and I guess nobody be entirely (we pray to God that no trace of yours cabezón) hope there is some place where children listen to my songs but not hear say ... " for more debate and attempts to unravel the true intentions of this trap we can not find an argument with a clear idea to help us explain what the singer referred shit when he says these things and only gives us to assume that you enter the first bullshit that comes to mind and more or less goes into the metric of the sad combination of sounds previously made by him or by some other wanker.
"... takes a list of my friends want to convince me that again ..." die again if they return to you! let them rest in peace son of a great %&$¨^**?!!!
"... if I will not wait long and long ago I want to see ..."
to see Andrew I have an interesting and diverse list of friends who considered an indispensable right for your development as an individual to share your time with your loved ones, as it is sooo hard for those who were first regain the gift of life, which for some reason beyond the understanding of mere mortals was seized by the being that lives in the hereafter, we have come to send as soon as possible to see the crazy, Think it, we'll do the wave, anything send an email.
guitar solo played by a panda bear with a maimed boxer's gloves in the stumps of what remains the soul of HIT, the usual "parrot parrot parrot parrot parrot ro ..." really phobia causes me unspeakable, unbearable, overwhelming against all forms of Mamerto.
Andres Calamaro seems that someone told him or he himself came up, it's winter and the list of deceased friends he was cute and then it repeats, say, from the high, as saying: - JeJeee ...!!! Andrés comes
8 to Santa Fe and now I have the balls like two Citroens full of fat eating pizza, so I said, "see, we are not closed, we hear a little theme ..." I can not, I tried but I can not.
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