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WHO DARES (WINS)
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
There's NO hope, it's all in vain, They will put us in line again,
And again,
(You) can try & think for yourself, History will repeat itself,
All the same,
…It’s okay, I won’t insist. Don’t want my name on your list,
I’m scared.
Cause we're running out of time, And We're running out of rime,
To explain…
So let's welcome the new thief, Let's turn over a new leaf, (BIS)
Who cares? / Who dares?
Who cares? Who dares always wins…(BIS)
…It’s okay, I won’t insist, Don’t want my name on your list,
I’m scared.
Cause we're running out of time, And We're running out of rime,
To explain…
Who cares? / Who dares?
Who cares? Who dares always wins…(BIS)
Let’s not say what we think,
It would fell too bad, to think “It’s too sad” so let’s replace it for Let’s not say what we think,
It would fell too bad, to think “It’s too sad” so let’s replace it for “I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m glad, who dares always wins”
“I’m glad, I’m glad, I’m glad, who dares always wins”
Who dares always wins…wins
Who dares always wins, wins
So let's welcome the new thief. Let's turn over a new leaf,
Let's welcome the new thief. Let's turn over a new leaf,
SUPER SURFER
Nelson Surfer, nacido entre las olas de las playas de Malibú, educado en la idiocracia americana dedicó su existencia a navegar sin pena ni gloria por la vida, sin principios, maleable, creyéndose el mejor... Fucking Mondays le ha dedicado esta canción:
Letra: Daniel Pataa / Jorge Ortuño
Música: Fucking Mondays
Super surfer reflexiona que
es un ente superior
y que es miembro de una raza
de este mundo la mejor
Como pescado en el agua
en su entorno se codea
con el resto de los suyos
miembros todos de una secta
Super Sufer, no se controla
Lo pilotan sin permiso, gente de mente corta
Super sufer no respeta
y recela de los otros
que le quitan el trabajo
¡Súper Surfer!
Ayúdame a coger, la ola del placer, yo también, quiero ser, un
¡Súper Surfer!
Enseñame a coger La ola del placer, Yo también, quiero ser, un
Sus Principios como Groucho,
Si no te gustan tiene otros
Se lo tiene muy creído,
Nunca se ha comprado un libro, nunca se atrevió.
¡Súper Surfer!
Ayúdame a coger, la ola del placer, yo también, quiero ser, un
¡Súper Surfer!
Enseñame a coger La ola del placer, Yo también, quiero ser, un
CONSUMIR PREFERENTEMENTE ANTES DE VOLVERSE DEMENTE (BEST BEFORE)
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
With items for sale or consumption,
a “Best Before” is the option.
I wish it would
be the same,
would work the same
way with your brain:
Its “freshness date”
is about to expire, it’s burning
and it’s on fire.
And to stop
this breakdown process,
you say there’s
nothing else than…
With items for sale or consumption,
a “Best Before” is the option.
I wish it would
be the same,
would work the same
way with your brain:
Its “freshness date”
is about to expire,
it’s burning and
it’s on fire.
And to stop
this nervous breakdown,
you say there’s nothing than:
“Consumir preferentemente antes de volverse demente”
So if you live on consumption,
you’d “best before” pay attention!
And even if
it were the same,
wouldn’t work the same
way with your brain:
Its “freshness date”
has long expired.
You’re burning
as you’ve been fired.
And to stop
this nervous breakdown,
you say there’s nothing than:
“Consumir preferentemente antes de volverse demente”
“Consumir preferentemente antes de volverse demente”
BEST BEFORE / BEST BEFORE / BEST BEFORE / (you)
“Consumir preferentemente antes de volverse demente”
swing...
OCÉAN
LETRA :“OCÉAN” / “Vers des espoirs” de Bertrand SUÁREZ-PAZOS / y David Fernández parte en castellano.
Moi,
Sur la pointe,
De la terre,
(Là) tout au bout,
Du Finistère,
J’ai vu rugir la vague blonde,
J’ai vu l’immensité du monde (bis)
Et puis s’ouvrir les flots au vent.
Moi,
Sur la pointe,
De la terre,
(Là) tout au bout,
Du Finistère,
La mer immense est devant moi,
EN UNA VIDA SIN TIMÓN
HAY QUE AGARRASE AL CORAZÓN
Y PARA ANDAR
BEBERSE EL MAR (bis)
La mer immense est devant moi,
Mon cœur se serre à ce moment,
Et des larmes montent (bis)
Et des larmes montent, Pourquoi ?
EN UNA VIDA SIN TIMÓN
HAY QUE AGARRASE AL CORAZÓN
Y PARA ANDAR
BEBERSE EL MAR (bis)
Océan,
Océan,
Lames qui montent en déferlantes.
EN UNA VIDA SIN TIMÓN
HAY QUE AGARRASE AL CORAZÓN
Y PARA ANDAR
BEBERSE EL MAR (bis)
AT THE DRUGSTORE
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
Doesn't time fly when you enjoy yourself?
I was so high there was no-one else,
One more shot could shoot me dead,
But I need it, is it too early or too late?
Only you could change the course,
Of action, but you have no intention!
Only you could change the course,
But of course, you're not going to,
It’s like a bad habit and I can't get rid of it.
Bloody lack of will, but bleeding's not too real until
I jump over the fence, does this life make sense? (No)
Sooner or later, I know I will remember…
Only you could change the course,
But of course, you're not going to.
It's stronger than you, overwhelming you.
Only you could change the course,
But of course, you're not going to.
It's stronger than you, overwhelming you.
At the drugstore,
I ask for one more pill, or the pain will kill.
At the drugstore,
I just ask you for one more
Come on! It’s not a big deal, not a big deal!
Doesn't time fly when you enjoy yourself?
Feeling so high there's nooooooooo!
One more shot could shoot me dead but I need it, too early or too late?
Neither one, so let's go for it…
Only you could change the course,
But of course, you're not going to.
It's stronger than you, overwhelming you.
Only you could change the course,
But of course, you're not going to.
It's stronger than you, overwhelming you.
It's stronger than you, o-ve-rwhel-ming / overwhelming you.
BESOIN DE PERSONNE
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
« Je n’ai pas besoin de toi, pas besoin de toi,
Je n’ai pas besoin de toi, pas besoin de toi »,
Besoin de personne, like the poor lonesome, Poor lonesome cowboy.
(bis)
Depuis qu’elle est partie: « NO MARTINI, NO PARTY »
D’puis qu’elle lui fait la nique : LIFE IS NO PICNIC.
Son corps, son esprit, il les blinde, It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND »
It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND »
Le célibataire endurci prolonge tant qu’il peut son sursis,
Un à un, ses amis s’marient, lui, il aime pas qu’on gâche le riz.
Même que depuis qu’personne ne l’aime, il aurait vachement moins d’problèmes,
À voir son visage blême, J’en dirais pas de même…
Depuis qu’elle est partie: « NO MARTINI, NO PARTY »
D’puis qu’elle lui fait la nique : LIFE IS NO PICNIC.
Son corps, son esprit, il les blinde, It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND » It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND » (bis),
Depuis qu’elle est partie: « NO MARTINI, NO PARTY »
D’puis qu’elle lui fait la nique : LIFE IS NO PICNIC.
Son corps, son esprit, il les blinde, It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND »
Son corps, son esprit, il les blinde, It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND »
Son corps, son esprit, il les blinde, It’s a « NO WOMAN’S LAND »
LUCKY YOU
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
WALKIN’ DOWN THE SAME STREET
OVER AND OVER AGAIN
MY WOODEN HEART IS SINKING
UNDER THE HEAVY RAIN
& I CAN’T SEE THE LIGHT / EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT
NO I DON’T SEE THE LIGHT / I’M STEPPIN’BACK IN THE NIGHT
LUCKY YOU / UNLUCKY ME
AS YOU SAY: “C’EST LA VIE”
HOW I WISH we COULD BE
LUCKY we, LUCKY WE (bis)
WINTER IS SO COLD BUT / I DONT FEEL LIKE GOIN’HOME
WINTER COULD BE WARM THOUGH/ IF I WAS NOT ALONE
WINTER S’NOT THE SEASON, THEY SAY
THE SEASON
TO FALL IN LOVE…
BUT I’M NOT ASKING FOR SUCH A THING
JUST A REACHING HAND WITHOUT GLOVE
LUCKY YOU / UNLUCKY ME
AS YOU SAY: “C’EST LA VIE”
HOW I WISH we COULD BE
LUCKY we, LUCKY WE (bis)
MY FRIENDS USED TO SAY :
« IN LIFE YOU GOT TO CHOOSE YOUR OWN WAY
IF THE WAY WAS TO CHOOSE FOR YOU
WE ‘D ALWAYS BE THERE ANYWAY »
NOW I HAVE NO MONEY
THEY ALL SEEM TO ‘VE RUNAWAY
LUCKY YOU / UNLUCKY ME
AS YOU SAY: “C’EST LA VIE”
HOW I WISH we COULD BE
LUCKY we, LUCKY WE (bis)
LUCKY YOU / UNLUCKY ME
AS YOU SAY: “C’EST LA VIE”
HOW I WISH we COULD BE
LUCKY we, LUCKY WE
MORE THAN EVER
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
He needs her tonight
Needs her more than ever,
He needs her tonight,
Coz she makes him feel real
And still, without her,
He would be better,
And he knows it.
He’s lost control over body and soul,
He’s sad, pathetic & close to the bone,
He’s lost control of her body and her soul,
Will she come tonight?
Come and relieve the fever,
He needs her tonight
Needs her more than anyone,
And still, without her,
He would be better,
And he knows it.
He’s lost control over body and soul,
He’s mad, pathetic, close to the bone,
He’s lost control over body and soul,
Falling into madness on his own,
He’s lost control over body and soul,
He’s mad, pathetic, close to the bone,
He’s lost control of her body and her soul,
He’s lost control over body and soul,
He’s mad, pathetic, close to the bone,
He’s lost control over body and soul,
No passion, no reason, no passion, no reason to live.
No reason, no passion, no reason, no passion to love.
THE FUCKING MONDAYS
Letra: Daniel Pataa
Música: Fucking Mondays
Do you really enjoy laughing at my Sunday morning?
Do you really enjoy fucking reminding me of everything?
What I have to do, what I have to check, Who I have to be, not to be late.
Do you really enjoy spoiling my Sunday evenings?
Do you really enjoy “Fucking”? Mum said it sounds so shocking!
She finds the word far too vulgar
but we’re talking ‘bout
The weekend intruder…
And my sister hates the fucking Mondays and my other sister hates the Fucking Mondays
And my Granny hates the Fucking Mondays and my Daddy hates the Fucking Mondays
Now you can see I’m in mourning each and every Sunday evening
But you really enjoy fucking reminding me of everything:
What I have to do, what I have to check, Who I have be. not to be late.
What I have to do, what to prepare, To be ready when I get there…
And my sister hates the fucking Mondays and my other sister hates the Fucking Mondays
And my Daddy hates the Fucking Mondays and my Granny hates the Fucking Mondays
And my doctor hates the Fucking Mondays and my manager hates the Fucking Mondays
And we all…hate the Fucking…Fucking Mondays!
EY, you! EY…no eres diferente EY, you! EY…solo uno más
Anglo-Americano-Franco-Belga-Hispano parlante, EY, you! Siempre uno más.
Nos pasa igual, ¿es que no lo ves? Que la vida siempre nos va al revés…
…Que también odiamos the fucking Mondays.
And my sister hates the fucking Mondays and my other sister hates the Fucking Mondays
And my Granny hates the Fucking Mondays and my Daddy hates the Fucking Mondays
And my doctor hates the Fucking Mondays and my manager hates the Fucking Mondays
And we all…hate the Fucking…Fucking Mondays! (bis)
The Fucking Mondays
The Fucking Mondays
The Fucking Mondays