Biografia:
Banda de rock alternativo argentina, formada en 1982.
Luca Prodan (vocalista y guitarrista) italiano ex-residente londrino lchegou a Argentina e começou a compor e gravar músicas no seu estudio (improvisado em casa), tempo depois quis formar uma banda y voltou a Londres pra comprar instrumentos e convencer sua amiga Stephanie Nuttal (ex integrante do Manicured Noise), de ser sua baterista...quando chegaron em Buenos Aires formaron Sumo junto a Germán Daffunchio (guitarra) e Alejandro Sokol (baixo).
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Outras músicas:
- Breaking Away
- Brighton Past
- Kaya
- Mañana En El Abasto
- No Tan Distinto (1989)
- No Tan Distintos
- Telefonos Sonando En Habitaciones Vacías
- Banderitas Y Globos
- Basura Blanca
- Breacking Away
- Brigthon Past
- Brilla Tu Luz Para Mi
- Cambalache
- Cuerdas, Gargantas Y Cables
- Debede
- Divididos Por La Felicidad
- El Ojo Blindado
- El Reggae De Paz Y Amor
- Fiebre
- Fuck You
- Heroina
- La Gota En El Ojo
- La Rubia Tarada
- Lament
- Like London
- Lo Quiero Ya
- Los Viejos Vinagres
- Mejor No Hablar De Ciertas Cosas
- Next Week
- No Acabes
- No Good
- Noche De Paz
- Ojos De Terciopelo
- Percussion Baby
- Que Me Pisen
- Redemption Song
- Regtest
- Stand By Me
- Strange Things
- Telefonos Sonando En Habitaciones Vacias
- Time Fate Love
- Tv Caliente
- Warm Mist
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Intro: Am y al aire
Am
Night is down in insect town
Dm
I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
Em
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
Am
I'm crying for something I could really use
Dm
We're worker ants, or ants with wings
Em Am
Saying 'God I'm high' or 'Christ, I'm late'
Asking girls and women
Dm
'Won't you show us the way
Em Am
To crumple sheets and naughtier things? '
Dm
But it's sad, so sad
Em
The old people never had not quite so bad
(not this way, anyway)
Am
And it,s sad, sad, sad
Dm
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
Em Am
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
Dm Em
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
Am
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
Dm Em
All the birs have flown from the uptown
Am
And a family I know has built an ark
Dm
It's been raining long in a steady flow
Em Am
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
Dm
But is sad, so sad
Em
The old people never had not quite so bad.
Am
And it,s sad, sad, sad
Dm
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
Em Am
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
Dm Em
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
Am
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
(Cambia a ritmo de ska)
Am-Dm-Em
SKa ,Ska,....
Am Dm
People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong
Em
You've got to be strong
If not you'll go down
Am
Down, down down
You can bite the hands that feeds you
Dm
Spit in the face of those who needs you
Em
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
Am
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
Dm
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
Em
Well, what about us Rasta?
Am
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
Dm
White trash in a London
Em Am
White trash right here in Buenos Aires town
White trash in Twinckenham
Dm
White trash in Birmingham
Em Am
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
Am-Dm-Em
Solo
Am-Dm-Em
Ska, Ska...
Am
People of the Argentine
Dm
You eat your meat everyday
And you dress so fine
Em
What about your brothers in Africa
Dying, starving
Am
All of the time?
Couse you can bite the hands that feeds you
Dm
Spit in the face of those who needs you
Em
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
Am
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
Dm
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
Em
Well, what about us Rasta?
Am
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
Dm
White trash in a London
Em Am
White trash aca in Buenos Aires town
You've got a bilieve it
White trash in Twinckenham
Dm
White trash in Birmingham
Em Am
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
Am-Dm-Em hasta el final.
Am
Night is down in insect town
Dm
I'm sitting here glued to the glowing tube
Em
Tedious, tedium, flowing slow
Am
I'm crying for something I could really use
Dm
We're worker ants, or ants with wings
Em Am
Saying 'God I'm high' or 'Christ, I'm late'
Asking girls and women
Dm
'Won't you show us the way
Em Am
To crumple sheets and naughtier things? '
Dm
But it's sad, so sad
Em
The old people never had not quite so bad
(not this way, anyway)
Am
And it,s sad, sad, sad
Dm
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
Em Am
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
Dm Em
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
Am
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
Dm Em
All the birs have flown from the uptown
Am
And a family I know has built an ark
Dm
It's been raining long in a steady flow
Em Am
And newspaper headlines read bad and stark
Dm
But is sad, so sad
Em
The old people never had not quite so bad.
Am
And it,s sad, sad, sad
Dm
The sadness of a long dead star on late night TV
Em Am
The sadness of shooting away your bloom
Dm Em
And of old crumpled men in their workday suits
Am
And telephones ringing in empty rooms
(Cambia a ritmo de ska)
Am-Dm-Em
SKa ,Ska,....
Am Dm
People of Babylon, if you want to be wrong
Em
You've got to be strong
If not you'll go down
Am
Down, down down
You can bite the hands that feeds you
Dm
Spit in the face of those who needs you
Em
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
Am
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
Dm
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
Em
Well, what about us Rasta?
Am
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
Dm
White trash in a London
Em Am
White trash right here in Buenos Aires town
White trash in Twinckenham
Dm
White trash in Birmingham
Em Am
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
Am-Dm-Em
Solo
Am-Dm-Em
Ska, Ska...
Am
People of the Argentine
Dm
You eat your meat everyday
And you dress so fine
Em
What about your brothers in Africa
Dying, starving
Am
All of the time?
Couse you can bite the hands that feeds you
Dm
Spit in the face of those who needs you
Em
But when you're old, who is gonna feed you
Am
When you're on your own?
I hear my black brothers every day
Dm
Saying how they've been put down in so many ways
Em
Well, what about us Rasta?
Am
Some of us been treated just the same way
I look around and all I see is
White trash in a Babylon
Dm
White trash in a London
Em Am
White trash aca in Buenos Aires town
You've got a bilieve it
White trash in Twinckenham
Dm
White trash in Birmingham
Em Am
White trash where I live in Hurlingham.
Am-Dm-Em hasta el final.
Sunset Rollercoa (...)
Sunset Rubdown
Sunshine
Sunstroke Projec (...)
Suntrip
Superlitio
Superman Is Dead
Supermega
Supermerk2
Supernova