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Si, Curtis, un clásico, este tipo que pasó por la turmix cerebral diferentes estilos como funk, soul ala blaxploitation, para dar este delicisio y cremoso batido sonoro, un soul psiconarcotico. Con una voz, suave a lo Slim Harpo, pero sin pito.

Darkest of night
With the moon shining bright
There's a set goin' strong
Lotta things goin' on
The man of the hour
Has an air of great power
The dudes have envied him for so long

Oooh, Superfly
You're gonna make your fortune by and by
But if you lose, don't ask no questions why
The only game you know is Do or Die
Ah-ha-ha

Hard to understand
What a hell of a man
This cat of the slum
Had a mind, wasn't dumb
But a weakness was shown
'Cause his hustle was wrong
His mind was his own
But the man lived alone

The game he plays he plays for keeps
Hustlin' times and ghetto streets
Tryin' ta get over
(That's what he tryin' to do, y'all)
Taking all that he can take
Gambling with the odds of fate
Tryin' ta get over
Woo, Superfly

The aim of his role
Was to move a lot of blow
Ask him his dream
What does it mean?
He woudn't know
"Can't be like the rest"
Is the most he'll confess
But the time's running out
And there's no happiness

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Tras este paron de retiro monacal, los dioses se van a manifestar en forma de caballos locos, la union hará la fuerza y la desunión la destrucción. Respirar humo de coche nunca fue bueno. En la época en que se asomaba un endurezimiento del sonido de la musica tras años de rock and roll, garage, surf, soul, psicodelias y generos sin etiquetar, en las puertas de los conocidos Deep Purple y Led Zeppelin, existian bandas como los osmondos, cuya musica reflejaba esa transición.

¿Cuando dejarán de fumar los vehículos?


There's a message floatin' in the air
Crazy horses ridin' everywhere
It's a warning, it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run

What a show, there they go smokin' up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders, and they're you and I

Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Crazy horses

Never stop and they never die.
They just keep on puffin' how they multiply.
Crazy horses, will they never halt?
If they keep on movin' then it's all our fault.

What a show, there they go smokin' up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders, and they're you and I

So take a good look around
See what they've done
What they've done, they've done
They've done, they've done

They've done, they've done
They've done

Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Crazy horses

Crazy horses
Crazy horses
Crazy horses

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El ínclito Herb Alpert nos deleita con esta cantinela que lo mismo sirve para planchar una corbata que para freir un huevo. Reparte entusiasmo a toneladas. El inventor del sonido tijuana, esas trompetas capaces de animar al mas gruñon.

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Rock an roll cavernicola de alto octanaje, dios este es vida señores, que seriamos sin la capacidad de trasladarnos mentalmente. Eddie Angel, Pontani Sisters, do caveman baby !!!!!!

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Había una fiesta Afro-Twsit en la que no sonó ni un tema twist, sono el lejía twist, una extraña costumbre expandida por todo Barcelona, para acabar con los ruidos nocturnos. Ciudad en la que la cultura esta cada vez mas mecanizada si cabe, en la que no hay espacio para verdaderas alternativas. Alcalde!! , deje de engordar su tripa y entorno, y baile un twist al dia, que le sentará mejor que cualquier remedio de un medico de la ss.

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