Thursday, December 18, 2008

Piel De Pueblo



I usually don't go in for rock music in different languages. Its not that I really care all that much what they are saying, it just sounds off. Spanish sounds frantic, french sounds off-beat...ya know? But this recent find off Chris is fire. I'm obviously not sure what he is saying, but I assume it is something along the lines of "when you're deep in the heart of rape valley, Tom Mahoney ain't never gonna save you. His black heart is infinitely black and stinks of fried plastic and tar love. Kindle your foie gras in the river of shameful bestiality. Mountain goats, in the heat flame, guide me to the domed terrace of sainthood."
Shit, that is what I would say if I was an Argentinian psych rocker in the 70s. Chris goes off yet again. Dig the GNR post a few below too for anyone who though Chris was a snobby cynic and hater. I never did...



Piel De Pueblo "Silencion Para Un Pueblo Dormido" Mediafire

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Woooooooo! I love it when you talk nasty rock lyrics on me. Come and get some, Kringle. Hoo ha!