I leave you the best phrases of Salta la Banca (SLB), Argentine rock group of the Barrial style, formed in 2007 by Alberto Grammatico (guitar), Santiago Aysine (voice), Santiago “El Pili” Maggi (keyboardist) and Marcelo Scola (saxophone).
Among his songs are Train to Eden, You have to know, Solstice, Coffee lips, My chosen one, Who says, Daytime adventure, Let the bench jump, Undressing an angel, Some verses, Your delivery, Illusion illusion, among others.
-I die in your body; I relive in it. I feel fervent my desire to be. I invite you to breathe the magic that we invented. I feel happiness in my hands. -Jump the Bench, Daytime Adventure.
-That naivety flushes her shame. I presumed to be a tamer, but I preferred to be the lion, in the face of that beautiful violence. -Jump the Bench, Daytime Adventure.
-I only have from that train to paradise, an impenetrable van without its doors. And a waterproof sheet of hail, from a bed that used to be a boiler. -Jump the Bench, Illusionary Illusion.
-If I don't have those little eyes they held, eternal heaven for that diminished soul. Not that kiss that, little one, filled me. What am I going to do with this finished fable? -Jump the Bench, Illusionary Illusion.
-I submit, thus, to your surrender. It rescues me, drives me crazy and calms me down. We are no longer two now, our fires were melted in your bedroom. -Jump the Bank, Your delivery.
-I drink the whiskey of your tongue, and there just, with the tufted soul I hold you. Is it going to be that in a drunken second, the agents of hell kidnap me.
-A flurry of seductive bullets, they failed to breach an idiot armor. And with my security already in misery, we went for a coffee, together, the 3: you, me and your hysteria. -Jump the Bench, who says?.
-You gave me vacations in your bedroom. Gone is that idiocy of sleeping tail to tail. I met the most beautiful breasts in the world. There is nothing written about tastes, but about busts: Who said you can't? -Jump the Bench, who says?
-Because the night must be the dawn, of the specters and the ghosts. And there is only someone in these lands, who knows how to spoil the party. While you sleep, he is awake. I know him, he's the Sentinel. -Jump the Bench, The Sentinel.
-Being able to fly higher is really impossible. There is no one who could undertake an astral journey, as my black girl does by undressing a heart, which places me inside the hall of the Sun. -Salta la Banca, Lips of coffee.
-My life, a bit dead, has been revived by his desire, to find my misfortune attacking his cruelty. The bed that we shelter, and no matter which one, will be the place where we will always have to take off. -Jump the Bench, Coffee Lips.
-Love was so well done, that infinite are the graces it will grant us. Finally, I undressed the erotic angel, with caresses of the most beautiful softness. -Jump the Bench, Undressing an angel.
-Because I swear I learned something from life. And there is no worse mistake than idealizing. Today I enjoy knowing that you are real. And of everything real, you are my chosen one. -Jump the Bank, my chosen.
-You taught me, among other things, not to omit the truth. And that is why I am writing to you. -Jump the Bank, my chosen.
-Let's not skip that December night. Pubertal souls in search of glory, they found themselves face to face with death, in the wake of a treacherous maelstrom. -Jump the Bank, May it never be repeated (12-30-04).
-I have the pleasure of sharing my adventures with a warrior, who with her heart, fights. And in a gesture of praise, I show him what I feel in the form of a song. -Jump the Bank, You have to know.
-An unnecessary hysteria, as well as crazy, I gave up when I saw you. I felt havoc in my chest, the craziest frenzy. An abundance of promises, and a plea for help, to go to the moon together. -Jump the Bench, Train to Eden.
-My eyelashes to use, transport to our heaven. Where neither fear nor scourge will be able to find us. -Jump the Bench, Stigma
-And our dream ruined by ourselves, which has pushed you to live in an inhospitable abyss. I'm going to try to get him to have mercy on me, the poor guys look at each other with a certain indulgence. -Jump the Bank, They Hurt.
-Of avid peacock there is no cause that lashes me, and I rummaged through its window realizing that in the end. Merced is contemplating Mercedes in her sauce, hipping up to the heat, at the same time as the sun. -Jump the Bench, Mercedes.
-And it is difficult to maintain that they are my peace, if I have given myself to war in an effort. To paint what is to come in another color, I swear to you that that day will come, and what has come will belong to everyone equally. -Jump the Bench, we went.
-We were a noble team, always looting the laughter of others. Four soldiers of small height, but with the mettle and courage of a giant. -Jump the Bank, We went.
-Today I regret not trusting in a sidereal omen, which shouted with determination to eliminate that evil. Cowards pay dearly for the misfortune of desiring themselves idealized, even when the magic ends. -Jump the Bench, Dream.
-The dawn is coming, the eve of the caravan. You are going to bitch openly, the one who muddies you in the morning, who has to believe himself supreme and is the lackey of lies. -Jump the Bank, Let the bank jump.
-Join to put your finger in the ass, the scoundrel who wants to screw your future. Let's stain his jacket, nail the anchor. Let the rag triumph, let the bank jump. -Jump the bank, let the bank jump.
-Which promotes the rejection of my cultivation between its lines. But I ignore his laziness, which finds me reflective. And a parrot will make a nest, well below its navel. -Jump the Bench, Lacking asphalt.
-I consider ignorant who does not see reality, and who is silent when he knows I consider a criminal, who will ignore that the artist who is inspired by your figure, is more vile than the journalist who exploits his envestidura. -Jump the Bench, I consider
- The watch lacks limpid time, the one that lies irascible on my wrist until my wrist becomes ostensible. And time is the Devil, who plays at being God. -Jump the Bench, Solstice.
-One Friday in winter, he showed indifference. The young woman glimpsed their barks. He noticed that with them, he could climb it. And it went up where few could achieve it. -Jump the Bench, From the tree.
-There are millions of gray fables. Not all culminate with wine and partridges. You can swear that there is nothing sadder. Than an angel letting magic rot. -Jump the Bench, From the tree.
-Scapegoats of failure, of puppets without a corner, without the moon and its truth. We are the cuckoo of a few, who fill their bellies by groping goodness. -Jump the Bank, We are.
-We are ruthless bastards, untidy petty bosses, Maximum vulgar expression. But it represents a good omen, the outburst is well spoken of by me, which your morality throws at me. -Jump the bank, We are.
-You savored the exhilaration of that fledgling foray. You roped his ring, and with that award, you were urging the dolls in his restricted film to align him with protecting you was the beginning of your end. -Jump the Bank, Mea culpa.
-I sharpen your waist, I cut your sweetie. If we are together let it be deep, I contagious like a yawn. For your liquor I lose my brains, if we are together there are no grooves. -Jump the Bench, we will be.
-We will be eternal, we will be hell. We will be the fire, we will be calm. We will be the anger of the gil who grunts. For being emotion the love for song. -Jump the Bank, We will be.
-Here the problem is that you are careless, and most Heidi looks like Satan. She sharpens her fangs, sweet, for party favors and exhibits her knuckles, toughness, stiff cardboard. -Jump the Bench, Heidi.
-When the compass was lost, he knew how to carve a north for me. He dared to throw a pipe at destiny, and there was no pity that he did not absorb it. -Jump the Bench, Compass.
-By prosapia he obtained the anxiety, which the enthusiast suffers. In the truth, martyrdom swarms, and even bleeding, he does not say enough. -Jump the Bench, Compass.
-I took his wonder in my arteries, and the whim of charging him with my anxiety. Fate raised my flag there, it is an act of unequal empathy. -Jump the Bench, Moon of the moon
-Perverted. A champion without dissimulation of the grela that is cleaned in the ass. Those who seek to dominate the effervescence of this barracks, which has been founded in order to stop your will to segregate. -Jump the Bench, Paladin.
-She didn't want to be Juliet, he never knew how to be Romeo. And they gave themselves bluntly, to the lush tickle of the incipient and feverish. -Jump the Bank, So white, so blue.
-You are so white and so blue, I am so lazy, I so concise. With your retinue of crazy people, aiming for my neck. -Jump the Bank, So white, so blue.
-Fine female for your lavish raspberry, I free the moon from solar harassment. I want the night at the mercy of your star, that the fucking city be dazzled by you. -Jump the Bank, your initials.
-But there is a dingy plaza bench, eagerly waiting to host you. He dreams of seeing you get out of the carriage, seeing you maiden of fire in his jaws. -Jump the Bank, your initials.
-Today I die in incongruity, of contests without violence. Without life surrendering to love, I lost notions, without your voracious freedom. -Jump the Bank, without your voracious freedom.
-I blame you for the crying on my neck, for your flare wings in their flash. And because I realized that sleeplessness occurs with the absence of your flight. -Jump the Bank, I blame you.
-I blame you, in the madness of taking care of you. I blame you for the soul that you set afire, with the breeze of caresses that do not irritate. -Jump the Bank, I blame you.
-There are poppy cheeks, coloring a broken wing. Voices, live on cotton wool, that heal hearts. -Jump the Bench, Poppy Cheeks.
-I wanted to find the stars, and got on the craziest train. In the north I stammered, the prettiest is on earth. - Skip the Bench, Poppy Cheeks.
-And in the end it roasts me over low heat. Mercilessly; lashing ointments. And it rips the truth out of me before my clothes. And it prompts me to reveal that heaven deserves a story, of freedom, that it imprints on my bones. -Jump the bench, warm winter.
-Nestled in your memory, I understood that nothing better could have happened to me. Yet to the great miracle of your perfection, you gagged him in terror. -Salta la Banca, A few verses.
-You were a blue swan in the swamp. How is it possible that your wings could not navigate other skies. And although you drowned in your morals, I promised to give you a few verses. -Salta la Banca, A few verses.
-It is so difficult to assume that there is a life to plunge into pain, and sadness, of a world that is not straightened out. And you have to seek satisfaction, creating a revolution of love and joy. -Jump the Bench, The garden of my agonies.
-He took his hostile abyss, and a pencil his rifle, he knew how to exile him. Every night he is, closer to suffocating, his martyrdom. -Jump the Bench, Fakir.
-Last night I saw you, and my body was flying, with the wayward idea of loving what it holds. Behind the fury, the glow of your aura. I broke, in silence, with everything that scares. -Jump the Bench, Boreal Lily.
-Any sinister Monday will be more compassionate than this lonely afternoon. I will return my body to the pillows, until the end comes to rescue me. -Salta la Banca, Another Sunday.
-Uncontrol in the heart, that feeling was an eternal smile. He toasted the appearance, the laughter of others and its transmission. -Jump the Bench, Baptism.
-At the edge of life it is so easy to fall that you get used to being afraid. I claim the throne that destiny prepared for me, although I know that I am not the king of this life that I love. I win nothing if I don't know how to lose. -Jump the Bank, Broken.
-He goes on to tell me about the feat, that of his face on the poster, because it puffs up his insides, not having consented to power. -Jump the Bench, Him.
-I can live looking for beauty, in the words with which my soul expresses itself. Do not resign myself and continue dreaming, even if my dreams are only nightmares. I will be able to die without ever finding, that which eclipses my desire to keep looking. Because in the fight the soul is reflected, and in the soul, the integrity. -Bank Skip, Search.
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