I leave you the best street phrases (CJS), Argentine rock band founded in 1995 and made up of Patricio Santos Fontanet, Christián "Dios" Torrejón, Eduardo Vázquez, Elio Delgado, Maximiliano Djerfy and Juancho Carbone.
His songs include A new cold night, Rocanroles sin destination, Prohibido, Creo, So perfect that scares, Impossible, Callejero de Boedo, It would be a shame, Sign them, Playing, If I got tired, The knot, among others.
-When all the senses are broken With a song, with a rock and roll. He was the one that played all the time in my mind, as a lawyer and released forever. -Street, Rocanroles without destination.
-Your fever is always rising because you can't see the door, the salsa of those who have little, but dance anyway. -Street, Playing.
-And all the carnival, shouting, he trampled, the brotherly hand, that God gave you, what a disagreement! If even God is far away, you cry inside, everything is a story, everything is vile. -Street, Disencounter.
-Blind, deaf and with gray blood, I am always asking the moon to rise to walk more innocent. I am always asking your eyes to speak, to hear that they are not lying, and close to the earth to float. -Street, Thirst.
-The knot tightens badly, blocking the ideal. All dreams escape in a scream. What sky do you have to look at? Where is the truth? When will death become humanity? -Street, The knot.
-All that is the weight that my soul will have. When the devil reserves me, somewhere? No. And my problems, they won't be problems anymore. -Street, all that.
-Today I came here. To cover my naivety with a little more than salt, I want to stay. To touch, to fondle, to want more than nothing else. -Street, Different.
-I put up with what I have to do day by day, I lay my soul in a corner. I discover that life is something else, without it my joy escaped. -Street, Day by day.
-Black is very white in my blind destiny, I vomit a thousand phrases and not a song. I will cling to death only if it is the best passage. -Street, Dying.
-So it was that the tree goblin, we had to murder, kill and cut and cut. His knife had gutted two goblins already, but in these stories, no one can ever celebrate. -Street, The Tree Elf.
-Can my hell be much more faithful than your heaven? Can a bitter moment be such a sweet consolation? Can a silence be much harder than concrete? -Street, Can.
-One searches the sky for new mirrors, glass as fragile as my destiny, glass as hard as this road. Like this path. -Street, Cristal.
-Without your voice I will fall, I will not be able to get excited again because the fire that unites our souls will die when I stop seeing. And when one day that fire goes out, the memory will remain, in your chest, of having felt heat. -Street, Illusion.
-I listen to myself and I follow, because much of what is forbidden makes me live. I don't persecute myself, because a lot of what is forbidden makes me happy. The repressed, when you are captive, prevents you from leaving. -Street, Forbidden.
-The silence of the countryside and the noise of the city will not be enough for you to find everything you need. There are many limits out there. And there are others much worse in the depths of your truth. -Street, Limits.
-Clouds are not cotton and depressions are curses. It distracts you, curls you, takes you and eats you. He hurts you and does not forgive and somewhere he steals your face, your smile, your hope, your faith in people. -Street, A new cold night in the neighborhood.
-Kings and Santa Claus do not exist, and people are only helped by people. There is no more deluded than the deluded, who still waits for his hand to govern him. -Street, Fantasy and reality.
-Callejeros is going to play the milonga that brought you here. In silence you will cry, there is no place to runaway to. San Lorenzo is going to play and you will not be able to be, in silence you will cry, there is no where you can escape. -Street, Boedo Street.
-I'm so far away trying to forget Drinking wine, and smoking in front of the sea. There is no cure for this great disease. -Street, trying to forget.
-But today I sign the same. The same, as I did yesterday, with the vein of being a minor part. Of this everything that does not close me, and that locks me up badly. -Street, Minor part.
-It was there that I realized that there can always be something better. It was thus that I verified that anguish is the cousin of desolation. -Street, something worse, something better.
-With cold, but embraced, stainless prayer, although without school and without teeth they left them today. Fighting without shortcuts the invisible ones, wave irresistible rockers. - Callejeros, The Invisibles.
-The crystals and daggers are signs, they are paths that may have to be passed. When everything is run over, when life is silent, and death plays the game of disguise. -Street, Signs.
-The journey, the first step, the destination. Go up, go down or react: look for exits. To be able to lock up freedom and get a little truth out of it. And steal a bit of truth from him. -Street, Three.
-Today I only fill lines, today luck does not ask you for forgiveness. Today the steps are huge, today the songs are in a corner. Today everything is in doubt, and death greets you, and memory does not look at you and is forgotten. -Street, Today.
-Because your dreams like the wind return from your city to give what I feel somewhere in your eternity. The stars went out in the south, you went up and only your light shines. -Street, facing the river.
-Work will be an abyss, if you play anyone's game, any idiot's game. Who has not been an easy target for being innocent and believing in people? Despair, despair, nothing reaches you anymore, and on top of that they made you fall for their tricks. -Street, Pressure.
-Finally, the government will be owned by a woman. And there will be no trial for smoking without fucking. And there will be no judges following the law. -Street, Impossible.
-I don't want any more cheating, I don't want harm anymore. I want to travel looking for some love. I want to know if I have any value. -Street, Damage,
-I am vicious, a player and a womanizer, I am worse than the worst and I do not deny it. I am vicious, a player and a womanizer, my only problem is my job that does not leave me alone. -Street, Playing
-That saying abortion sounds legal and that it is not a mortal sin, that my people do not fall asleep, that they no longer deceive me or play with me. -Street, Impossible.
-Not a million tours give you the pain you have left for not being able to act. I know that one day you will be the one who says stop to begin with. -Street, time to be.
-If you have conscience, mediating unconsciousness, your guardian devil did not fail. Keep playing walking, with the tar from some alley, looking closely at the floor, to rescue yourself on the occasion. -Street, Drunken stick.
-And in the middle I can't find you, I sink into the city. For July 9 I go with the fear of never seeing you again. -Street, July 9.
-There is no time or space, there is no world, no faith, no faith, because what begins ends at the end. The richness of this trip is the change to this reality, because if I die it is to fight, and not to look. -Street, The knot.
-And I go for a walk, I fly in my confusion, I rave like a madman in my theater of dissatisfaction. That's why I lie, that's why I suffer. -Street, Theater.
-Who can refuse to lose, if I am losing with your legs today, my verse floats in a song that is no longer written for both of us. -Street, breaking mirrors.
-Your body is the perfect place for me to know what I want to do. Like nights of magic, like nights of salt. Truths are as unreal as reality. That treasure with owner today is my downfall. -Street, a perfect place.
-I approached forgiveness, and went out to face my own voice. To follow the traces of a better god. To travel, without time to the deepest sleep. From the world to the imagination the world turns, and in a dream, time and reason stand still. -Street, Dream.
-The key to another paradise was lost. The prisoners of reason were able to escape. Angels that nobody wanted became demons. Kisses that nobody sold were given away. -Street, I know I do not know.
-Without realizing it, this madness is already embracing me. The one that makes me see everything differently, the one that makes me find the paths. -Street, The key.
-It is so perfect that it scares, because happiness is never fair. Knowing how to choose what costs more. No, not just any add without subtracting. -Street, so perfect that it scares.
-A long time ago I hear voices and not a word, and my battered eyes take refuge in nothingness. And they get tired of seeing a lot of faces and not a single glance, a new cold night in the neighborhood. Callejeros, A new cold night in the neighborhood.
-You are the one who escapes from the lion's jaws, the one who makes you walk looking back drenched in sweat. You are looking for magic and you are already running against the clock, mermaids are already chasing you, the beast is harder than you. -Street, Milonga del Rocanroll.
-I believe in life, in the night, in your soul, and I don't believe in everything else. I believe in your star, in the one I seek, in my best dream to be able to fight. -Street, I think.
-And right there, they sank the whole harpoon with a grudge. Bitter disagreement, because you see that it is the other way around. You believed in honesty and morals, how stupid! -Street, Disappointment.
-If I got tired of waiting, it was because time did not heal a wound, If I got tired of forgetting, it was because forgetting is the suicide pill. If I got tired of forgiving, it was because when it hurts it is never, never, never forgotten. -Street, if I got tired.
-It would be a shame if one day you left me for dead and froze your veins, and left me a cut in the face, and a trip to the pain of condemnation. -Street, it would be a shame.
-Because playing into oblivion I have no inventions left, I know it will take me a long time but I want to go back for the rest. If a cruel fate does not leave more, I do not resign myself to dying the same. If I believe that everything can change, how can I not wait for you? -Street, Playing.
-There is how much glory, how much triumph of impostors, in our face how foolish, in their defeat spying, through the avant-garde peephole. -Street, Playing.
-Another great doubt is naked at night, which finds me at the end. Again without peace and in the middle I can't find you, I sink into the city. -Street, July 9.
-So many hyena laughing out loud, rooting our great happiness. So much cheating, so much bad hit. So many fears, not a chance. -Street, time to be.
-They accuse me of being a rebel, agitator and revolutionary, for not thinking the same and saying it as those who abuse my people on a daily basis. Water falls from the sky, just a sea of grief. This silence full of real desolation becomes eternal. -Street, Rebel, agitator and revolutionary.
-Having to keep going, having to feed, without running to check on her. They keep turning and putting, and they never take out rings, cold, but hugged. Stainless prayer, although without school and without teeth they left them today. -Street, I hope it takes them.
-There are snakes that heal, there are phrases that kill you, and there is the web of what was left. But at the top of the tallest tree, we will make nests and look for a better wind. One that gives us our voice back. And there will be stars as footprints of destiny. -Street, another better wind.
-The uneasiness of those who suffer from a volcano about to erupt. The terrorism of the one who hangs the one who does not give more is terrifying. Hellish nights scream down below, a sick imp only sickens more. -Street, no patience.
-If everything grows, good and bad will grow hand in hand, and in this bonfire of songs and souls we will burn. It is that the people who create dreams for us will not believe what I do, because this dream is the reason for my life to continue dreaming. -Street, Songs and souls.
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