Argentine Rock/Metal

[Ysela Creyo]

Argentine Rock

Hi, I love rock and metal, (my favorite music); my favorites band are from America (Megadeth, Foo Fighters, Guns And Roses, etc) i am from Argentina, so, i wanna everyone know about "Rock Nacional" (National Rock) thats as we call our rock, the best Argentine Rock/Metal bands.

Rock Bands:

Patricio Rey y sus redonditos de ricota. (In english be like: "Patricio Rey & his littles ricotta rounders") also konws only as Los Redondos (The Rounders) - today separate. Genre: Hard Rock - Experimental Rock - Post Punk.

Members: Carlos Indio Solari (vocals) - Eduardo Skay Beilinson (Guitar) - Daniel Semilla Bucciarelli (Bass) - Sergio Dawi (Saxophone/keyboard/harmonic)- Walter Sidotti (Drums)

Songs:

"Vencedores Vencidos" (winners defeated): Song about the militar governament of 1955. the militar Eduardo Lonardi said when assuming (neither winners neither defeated).

video

watch?v=lGK366aZ4k0 (I can put urls) youtube

Lyrics translated by me.

and now I shot, because it's my turn.
on this time of white plumage.
a blind like me.
a mute with your voice.

winners defeated.

you've escaped, I do smoke.
no alarms.
general trial, by the actual farce, theatre anti-disturbance

It break crazy my anatomy
with the mood of the survivors.
a blind like me.
a mute with your voice.

winners defeated.

Reading the daily, in a Turkish bath.
tarnishing "ray bans", chewing on a bone.
your dog, a cruel dog.
with the habit of not content with remains
shepherd that rest on black mantle.
general trial, by the actual farce, theatre anti-disturbance

On this roll of dust monkeys
we have missed the sign just for minutes.
a pair more of monkeys
a earthlings

winners defeated.

Good luck, and more than luck, no alarms.
i'm running to see, what write on my wall
the tribe of my street.

Good luck, and more than luck, no alarms.
i'm running to see, what write on my wall
the tribe of my street, the band of my street.

El Tesoro de los Inocentes ("the treasure of the innocents.")

watch?v=5gBEvxpxuP0

Lyrics:

the treasure that you don't see.
the innocence that you don't see.
the miracles that gonna be on your side.
when you start to read to ignore the wise.
the humbugs and drink these waters that are sweet
although you be feeling bad.

if there's no love, that beech nothing,
then, (soul of mine), you'll not haggle.

A beautiful day is today!
Ay! what a bonny day it is!

It's for unleash our storm.
that will thunder for the pain
They play "first me" and after "also me"
and "the crumbs for me" and they close game.
because they already know that the fool never can see the devil
(life of mine) neither if they crap on his nose.

-Guitar Solo-

That stain of there.
there, on the floor there!
and on your nice scar, looks like blood.
and however you smile.

the treasure that you don't see.
the innocence that you don't see.
the pleasure is so dark like the ass of a black Mole.
and if there's no love, that beech nothing,
then, (soul of mine), you'll not haggle.

Pleasure that is cruel...
(you give the glove
without tears...
to your pain, there now)
there now
the sun cooks slow.

Pleasure that is cruel...
(You're always with an excuse on your lips...
without tears...
with your pains, there now, without life)
with your blood on the floor.

Esa estrella era mi lujo ("That star was my luxe")

The lyrics are about, womans, love, heartbreak, you know.

watch?v=7aP5hMj_9H0

Lyrics:

that's all? i asked.
(i'm a dreamer)
we didn't give nothing else.
(just a good face)

I bit the bait once again.
always a dreamer.

our star sold out.
and it was my luxe.

She was for that time.
my hero, alive, bah
was my only hero
on this mess.

the most nice of the love.
that a fool has dreamed.
she put, she put my rockandroll
under this pulse.

Ji Ji Ji - (the title is an onomatopoeia for a sinister laugh) maybe like: "hi hi hi"

watch?v=fDuruNFRcis

Lyrics:

on this film, veiled, on a white nite.
the tenacious son, of your enemy.
the too hangman, dinner distinguished.
a crystal night that goes shattered.

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(it straightened and was tender to your luck)

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(and was offered better than ever)

Don't look, please! and don't turn on the light.
the image, defaced you.

this film gives an exquisite picture.
those kids are like little bombs.
the worst way to the cave of the parakeet.
for guys that don't sleep at night.

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(you were running adrift)

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(the blind eyes wide open)

Don't look, please! and don't turn on the light.
the image, defaced you.

the final assembly is really curious.
it's in truly, really entertaining.
you go in the crowd, unaware.
bullying those who have loved you.

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(it straightened and was tender to your luck)

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(and was offered better than ever)

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(you were running adrift)

didn't dream it ¡ieee-eeeeh!
(the blind eyes wide open)

Don't look, please! and don't turn on the light.
the image, defaced you. ou ou ou!

Olga sudorova...
vodka from Chernobil
¡poor Olga! ¡crepó!

"La hija del fletero": (the daughter of the hirer) Song about love/heartbreak etc.

watch?v=xP1THE6mTt0

Lyrics:

the daughter of the hirer, infinitely pretty.
returned to madrid where it seem to be happy.
that day she send me to the fall.
i remember how her look twisted me.

but two lovers, say anything.
ay! if you could remember without rancor.

on my mailbox there's a pair of letters from you.
were accumulating it, and i haven't the courage.
her love is still giving me downloads
(never had the dried fig with me).

but to the blind doesn't like deaf.
and a heart doesn't harden because yes.

You didn't heat up the same bed for two nights
she claimed, and i didn't hear.
i did everything to impress her.
and i left orphaned to all her suffering.

i don't liked the way we parted.
dew gave her lips, and i didn't drink.
clam chowder that's all i eat.
(i always be less than my reputation.)

"Un poco de Amor Francés:" (A bit of french love) by Los Redondos

watch?v=hlgtGX5BVzw

Lyrics:

A raptor chick
(as to your like)
that chick came to comfort me
A bit of french love
does not bite his tongue, no
(is not sincere, but you'd like to hear...)
is a cute ration.
with a defect (with one or two)
And it's a cocktail that not only mixes.

Want, if you want more
(already you not makeshift)
is a glass of the best
when laughs.

Luxury is vulgarity
said and conquered me
(of that honey dont eat the ants)

Bersuit Vergarabat formed formally in 1989, is an Argentine rock band. The previous name of the band (from 1987 to May 1989) was Henry y la Palangana. Genre: Rock - Jazz Rock.
Members Gustavo Cordera (Frontman/vocals) - Charly Bianco - Rubén Sadrinas - Marcela Chediak

Songs:

"Sr. Cobranza" (Mr. collections): Song about Argentine "90 era, of Cavallo (Argentine Economy Minister of 90) he and his friend the president put the neoliberalism system, that took the country into the 2001 crisis; specifically is about the President Carlos Saul Menem (later discovered that he had business with drug-traffickers), is a protest song to the Argentine Politics in general.

*Alfonsin was the previos president.
*Jujuy is an Argentine Province
*Rosada (is the executive mansion and office of the President of Argentina)

watch?v=MjlYbw9WbHU

Lyrics:

i go to the kitchen then to the dinner room.
i watch a magazine and the tv.
i move to here, i move to there.
no more money, Cavallo have to be killed.
that come with lies, but is going to arrive.

cooked to cavallo's mother and his dad.
or to his childrens, if he has.
or his friend the president
don't left him neither the teeth.

because Menem, Menem... Menem wins it.
and don't talk bull****s, if they are all, traffickers.
and if not the system what?.. and if not the system what?
what?

don't tell me, it's maintained with the money of the poors.
thats only works for maintain a few.

they trade, sell.
and is only a figure the one who's the president.
because if was Alfonsin, which trades is other ****er.
they are all drug-dealers, of the bad ones.
if they catch you with a gram
before they put you.
comes the police, sure you'll go to jail.
and so rises, the balance, the price also rises,
also the revenge rises.

and now goes, and now what?
they all are traffickers and the president.
is the guy who maintained serene to our people
comes money of the laundering.
while don't skip the anger, the north will not send sticks.

Ay ay ay, uy uy uy
what do you say about the finger that they put into jujuy?
Ay ay ay, uy uy uy
what do you say about the finger that they put into jujuy?

Is that dog, the Santillan.
if they cant break, they will want to buy,
with speeches, and if doesnt work.
they possibly will give actions to the big merchants.
it doesn't matter, because the dog.
goes leaving another doggy, that puts into this system
another finger on the ass, and how it bleeds! and isn't the ass.
if not the one who's bleeding and writhing
is the big ass of this world.
goodbye the wall, stalinist! the ****ing democrats
and the ****ing pacifist.
they're all traffickers
they're all traffickers
they're all drug-traffickers.
transmitted by national tv.
they're the chaos, they're paranoid
persecutes you if you're gay.
persecutes you if you're poor.
persecutes you if you smokes.
if you drank, if you sell,
if you smokes, if you buy.
to a poor dumbass to make a some to eat.
if you drank sell buy smokes.
and go you all to the **** out!

and now what? what do we have?
elections, re-elections?
for me is the same ****
mother ****ers on the congress.
mother ****ers on the rosada
and all the other ministries
goes falling down mother ****ers
that they **** you up.

in the jungle, it hears shots.
are the soul of the poors,
are the shouts of the latin. (x4)

they have the power, and they will lose it.

in the jungle, it hears shots.
are the soul of the poors,
are the shouts of the latin.
latin
latin

"La Soledad" (The Loneliness) By: Bersuit Vergarabat

watch?v=hN4cmL6CIig

Lyrics:

I would hope you don't panic
this moment of sincerity;
my heart...
vomits his truth.

Is there a war between two
for occupy the same place;
the urgency
or the loneliness.

Loneliness was so grim
that not let you find
your divine nature.

The urgency won this time
willing to enter you,
arrogant and haughty.

At nights the loneliness desperate
At nights the loneliness desperate
That at nights the loneliness desperate
At nights the loneliness desperate

Waiting for you
waiting for him
waiting for me
also for these....
that with violence holds your soul
to a brutal repression,
waiting subside.
or trust on the passage of time,
as another solution
to find calm.

But gets you crazy at nights
begging for entry
in the darkest corners.
After you kneel
to the maternal love,
pleading tenderness.

At nights the loneliness desperate
At nights the loneliness desperate
That at nights the loneliness desperate
At nights the loneliness desperate

Waiting for you
waiting for him
waiting for me
also for these....
Waiting for you
for him...
waiting for me
also for these....

And what does this little angel now
at six in the morning,
Up the mast
of this wreck?
To see if, raising the glasses, outlaws,
comes a sky of nurses
to lick, without disgust
the wounds ...
of love?

At nights the loneliness desperate
To see if it comes from heaven
a nurse of love?
At nights the loneliness desperate
To see if it comes from heaven
At nights the loneliness desperate
A nurse of love.

Band: Catupecu Machu is an Argentine rock band, usually classified as within Rock en Español. Its current band members are Fernando Ruíz Díaz in voices and guitar; Sebastián Cáceres in bass guitar; Agustín Rocino in drums; and Macabre (Martín Gonzalez) in keyboards and samplers.

Songs:

"El Leon Manuel Santillan.": Song about a fictional character created by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs (Another argentine rock band)

watch?v=IVWQVVMa7u4

Lyrics:

El Leon is hiding on the alley
he already knows what will happen
then he pulled out his gun and is going to shoot
the police surrounding him without truce
they seek him for reckoning.
and that sergeant without waver
opens fire and shot

The curious thing is that before dying
El Leon Santillan uttered words
to the officers who look puzzled
and said:
Beloved enemies of always
i leave this world of pain
never forget
that now all the people goes toward the sea

goes to sea goes to sea.
the tears, pain suffering
of a town drowning and sinking into the sea

said the Leon, Manuel Santillan
said the Leon, Manuel Santillan
said the Leon, old fighter from San Telmo

the officers who viewed die Santillan
they left the institution.
never more was heard of them.
of the case was not discussed anymore
however on the old San Telmo
in a dirty cellar
they said that a drunk
muttered crying the words that were of El Leon
And they were, Manuel?

goes to sea goes to sea.
the tears, pain suffering
of a town drowning and sinking into the sea

"Y lo que quiero es que pises sin el suelo" the tithle in english will be something like "And what i want is that you step on without the floor"

watch?v=11t2MxUBzSA

Lyrics:

While one anchored
Another without measure change the adequate way
and went away

there's always a cost and a payment for coming and going
there's always a closure closed, i know yeah!

I open the sewing kit search and go to unpick
And if I want i go, tell me the best, and worst let
that i will hear it
And what i want is that you step on without the floor.
And I seek, i seek

Aware of my unconsciousness I think me endless
And I climb much higher, than yesterday
I get to the end I get over it and start to feel
that with the eyes closed, it sees

I open the sewing kit search and go to unpick
And if I want i go, tell me the best, and worst let
that i will hear it
And what i want is that you step on without the floor.
And I seek, i seek

And what i want is that you step on without the floor.

Band: El Cuarteto de Nos is a Grammy Award winning rock group formed in 1980 in Montevideo, Uruguay. (isnt argentine but is the same lol )

Songs:

"Ya no sé que hacer conmigo" ("Already I don't know what to do with me")

watch?v=y9LlnLTH87U

Lyrics:

Already had to go forced to the Mass
already played "For Elise" on piano.
I've learned to fake my smile
and walk on the ledge

Already changed the place of my bed
already i did comedy, already i did drama.
i went specific and i went out of word.
already become good, and i had bad fame.

already was ethical, and was erratic.
already was skeptical and fanatic.
already apathetic and was methodical,
already was chaste and chaotic.

already i read Arthur Conan Doyle,
already i changed from naphtha to diesel.
already i read Breton and Molière,
already i slept on mattress and divan

already i changed my hair color.
already was against, and was favor.
what gave me pleasure now gives me pain,
already was on the other side of the counter.

And i hear a voice, that says without reason
you're always changing, you don't change more.
and i am every time more alike.
i no longer know what to do with me.

already i drowned in a glass of water
already i planted coffee in Nicaragua
already i went to try luck at USA
already I played Russian roulette.

already i believed in martians
already i was ovo-lacteo vegetarian, healthy
already i was safe and i was out of hands.

I took a course of Mithology
but gods laughs on me.
I saved goldsmith scratching,
and rhythmology here I'm applying

Already tried, and smoked, and took,
and left, and I signed, and traveled,
and hit, and I suffered, and evaded,
and ran away, and assumed, and left.
I'm back, and pretended, and lied.

And between so many falsehoods
many of my lies already are trues.
i made easy the adversities
and i've complicated the minutiae.

And i hear a voice, that says without reason
you're always changing, you don't change more.
and i am every time more alike.
i no longer know what to do with me.

already i got a facelift.
i got a piercing.
i went to see the Dream Team, and wasnt feeling.
I tattooed the "Che" on one cheek
Up Mamy to be turned out.

already laughed and I give a damn
of things and people who scare me now
I fasted for stupid reasons.
already i feel bad with "chicken rotisserie"

already i went to the psychologist, and to the theologian.
I went to the astrologer, I went the winemaker
already i was an alcoholic, and i was sereno.
already i was anonymous, and i did diet.

already i threw stones and spitting,
to the place where now i work.
and my file tells piecework,
that i behaved well and that built relax

And i hear a voice, that says without reason
you're always changing, you don't change more.
and i am every time more alike.
i no longer know what to do with me.

"El hijo de Hernandez" (Hernandez's son)

watch?v=XMW3giznx-U

Lyrics:

I'm who i'm
I don't require identification
I know well from where i come and where i go
because i am what i am, and doesn't what you want your.

You confuse me and i dont know what you pretend
i already explained you, but it looks like you dont understand.
and that mistake is a big mistake
I am not Hernandez's son.

i dont care what that paper says
i dont have nothing to do with him
and i will not lie though you sue me.
I am not Hernandez's son.

You think I'm cynical
what fault i have about casuistry
If my name is identical
thats logic says the statistics.

don't follow me, or ask me
to be an accomplice in your lie

I'm who i'm
I don't require identification
I know well from where i come and where i go
because i am what i am, and doesn't what you want your.

My personality will not change
because someone say me how i have to act
but i dont allow anybody rule me
I am not Hernandez's son.

i will not be another because suit you
Although my declaration, condemn me
i know who i am, where was and where
I am not Hernandez's son.

I don't understand nothing about genetics
But even I'm not as sclerotic
How to believe I'm the replica
of my tragic family tree

don't follow me, or ask me
to be an accomplice in your lie

I'm who i'm
I don't require identification
I know well from where i come and where i go
because i am what i am, and doesn't what you want your.

I am not Hernandez's son.
I am not Hernandez's son.

I know from where i come, I know where I'm going
Therefore know where i am, I'm not ashamed of what I am
I know what my place where I belong
What i don't belong and what I deserve
I'm blood of my blood and I am my usual
My habits and my codes and uncertainties
I'm my decisions and my choices
I'm my actions, alone and in the crowd
I'm my cadence and my beliefs
I'm my art and my essence
I'm my presence, my absence, my conscience
And my experience i am my background
I'm my past and my force
I'm my heritage and my experience
And this experience is the reference
With others joining me and unlike me.
So I do not ask you to retrace my path
I will continue ruffling although disarmament me
My voice will bounce across The Andes
I am not Hernandez's son.

No, I am not Hernandez's son...
No, I am not Hernandez's son...
No, I am not Hernandez's son...
No, I am not Hernandez's son...

I'm who i'm
I don't require identification
I know well from where i come and where i go
because i am what i am, and doesn't what you want your.