Estabas en la cárcel, y nadie fue ni pa'darte una visita

Escuché esta rolita el sábado mientras esperaba para miar en un antrillo del callejoncito ese fresón jipioso.

Me latía un buen en la prepa (todavía un chingo), un cuate me rolaba los casets mezclados de rock azteca de su carnal, qué cagado que apenas sepa que esto es ska (y del mejor, como no!).

Para Laura, con esperanza y sordidez

creo que esta es una de las letras que más me gustan (abajo está el video, para disfrutar doble).

Maybe life is like a ride on a Freeway,
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Everyone's around but no one does a damn thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them.

If I seem bleak
Well you'd be correct
And if I don't speak
It's cause I can't disconnect
But I won't be burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun

When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away
There's more to living than only surviving
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying

Though you hear me
I don't think that you relate
My will is something
That you can't confiscate
So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated
By destruction in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun



se me hace increíble que unos punks canten esto. qué chingonería.

Pinche crisis...

Buenas películas