I leave you the best phrases of Extremoduro, a Spanish rock group founded in the Extremaduran city of Plasencia in 1987 led by Roberto Iniesta, also known as "Robe". They are also called "The King of Extremadura."
Influenced by Spanish literature, his lyrics make frequent allusions to drugs, sex, and self-destruction. Some of his best known songs are "So clown", "Golfa", "Salir", "Extremaydura", "Puta" and "Jesus Christ Garcia". Probably the high point of the band was reached with the publication of the album Agila.
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-I plucked a bouquet of flowers, I gave it to my lover. She said she didn't want them, that she was better before. –Extremoduro, Uproot.
- Dream that the star dreams, always in a state of waiting; she picks up the bottle again, and spends her nights awake… always in a state of waiting. –Extremoduro, Stand by.
-And why do I love the four seasons? If everything I dream of is between interiors. –Extremoduro, Between interiors.
-I give my word of honor that I no longer care to live. Come on tell me, beetle: how do you play bass? Come on tell me, nonsense, and pa 'play' the drums? Come on tell me, smart uncle, and what about the crickets? Come on tell me, duck eye, how do I play the device? "Extreme Hard, Enlightened."
- Who is going to put my freedom of expression up his ass, when he says that I shit on the constitution? No one can escape if everything is a prison. Why the hell are there so many logs around me? –Extremoduro, Luce the darkness.
-Go quiet, go, and make a wish. I want a drug to fall from the sky, pure poison, to make the world a more pleasant place. –Extremoduro, Another useless song for peace.
-There is no stone left standing, because the wind knocked it down, there is nothing left of yesterday, because the wind carried it away. –Extreme Hard, Sweet introduction to chaos.
-In going out, drinking, the usual stuff, getting a thousand stripes, talking to people, getting to bed and… damn, what a dirty thing! without you. I'm not even touching the ground and I'm scared up to the clouds, I don't know if it's your kisses or this trippy that goes up. –Extremoduro, Exit.
-Light the dark, candlelight. The darkness shines, mermaid light. ? –Extremoduro, Luce the darkness.
-Without being, I become hard as a rock, if I cannot approach or hear the verses that that mouth dictates to me. And now that there is nothing, not even giving, the part of giving that is my turn, that's why I haven't stopped walking. –Extremoduro, Fourth movement: reality.
"I'm a clown, and my feet are shaking." Beside him, he tells me that I am faded. I start to kiss, to see what he says to me later. –Extremoduro, You're a clown.
-I happen to get tired of being a man. It happens that I get tired of my skin and my face. And it happens that my day has brightened up, damn it, when I see the sun drying your panties on your window. -Extremoduro, It happens.
-Looking for my destiny, living deferred, without being, or hearing, or giving. And collectively, I'd like to talk to you, and tune in. –Extremoduro, First movement: the dream.
-I drink from the fountain, let's see what happens, if she transfers her power to me. You know that when you leave, I stay here without knowing. You see. "Extreme hard, Mama."
-And leave aside the path of the back door, where I saw you go, like a watering can that the grass makes it sprout again, and now it's all field. -Extremoduro, the path of the back door.
-He says that if he doesn't take drugs, he says he doesn't feel anything. If it's sunny, he throws himself out of bed, and by the elevator, the clouds lift. And here I go, to break cobwebs from your heart, you will see how it clears, bitch! "Extreme hard, Golfa."
-Let me tell you, baby, that ours is not fair, every night that I am with you, you are the one who eats, I am eaten. –Extremoduro, suicidal Tango.
-I am, finally I have realized, an enemy of humanity, people who do not understand anything… I let my heart rule. Every minute I mark a point to which I must reach, and I notice that I am rebelling again. "Extreme hard, Enemy."
-That nothing interests me around, and I climb to the top of madness, I find my princess talking to the moon, racing to see who is more of a whore. "Hardcore, Bitch."
-Stay very close to me, so both of you, sweet morning. Look at me and smile again, otherwise, I don't understand anything. –Extremoduro, If you go.
-But where are the kisses that I owe you? In a box, that I never carry my heart with me in case they take it from me. But where are the kisses that you owe me? In any corner, tired of living in your little mouth, always adrift –Extermoduro, A fuego.
- Come back, I have, my life, the lights on, in order to understand, to see. Come back, I have found a buried treasure, which I carry to the surface, tell me… –Extremoduro, Calle Esperanza s / n.
-The fire of hell is already only smoke, and now the fire is already only smoke. After burning the fire is already only smoke, hell is already only smoke. –Extremoduro, Coda flamenca (another reality).
-We stay close to the ground, at the height of your waist, or we stay close to the ground, where the moon is reflected. –Extremoduro, Close to the ground.
-If I don't see you again, I don't want to wake up, reality won't leave me. I look for a better world, and I dig into a drawer, in case it appears among my things. –Extremoduro, First movement: the dream.
-I have shit in the street a dove, which they call, of peace, the messenger. I am warmed by the heat of the people, and it is cold that strikes the sidewalk. –Extremoduro, Another useless song for peace.
-I gave away my undying soul. What for ?, so that it never hurts again. Now what? Now I place the sidewalks. There at the end of the street, boss, there is a place. –Extreme Hard, My imperishable spirit.
- Lives looking at a star always in a wait state. Drink gin at night, to meet her. –Extremoduro, Stand by.
-Time passes slowly, when I don't have you by my side. I need a little tree in this field to sit down. –Extremoduro, Uproot.
-If luck abandons me, and he says he doesn't want to see me, I'll call him a scammer, he has robbed me while he sleeps. –Extremoduro, Vulture does not eat birdseed.
-I fell prisoner inside me, inside, deep inside me. If I escape, go find me any day, where there is a flower left, where there are no police. –Extremoduro, Self-portrait.
-And I queue non-stop, at the door of a bar, I consume the hours all drunk, while I find a moon that is alone. –Extremoduro, Looking for a moon.
-Pass by me, and I don't know what's coming. Now I'm just your slave. Tell me what to do. "Extreme hard, Mama."
-The light does not dare if you are not there, to pass through here if it hears my voice. Since you are not in this corner, she does not dare to pass the sunlight. If she hears my voice, she stays outside. –Extremoduro, Third movement: the inside.
-Open the door, I am the devil and I come with bitches, open your legs, girl, I come to nail you seeds. As every day in hell I was bored and I went from bar to bar, I saw the Virgin Mary, tired of being a virgin, stuck in a portal. –Extremoduro, The day of the beast.
-In the hollow of the echo of his voice, lives the axis that disappeared. Holding on to the air we'll live, I don't care where we go Squeeze my hand well, a star is escaping through my fingers. –Extremoduro, Coda flamenca (another reality).
-He left me in the most remote, of an uninhabited planet. The wind scolds me in my ear: "Come on, up and up and up." The sun asks me, if it looks at me, why am I so unknown. –Extremoduro, Small endemic rock and roll.
-And the moon is disarmed just by touching it, and the light inside the pool is turned on. Like two drops of water from a different cloud, going down and going up. –Extremoduro, Close to the ground.
-Once upon a time in a gray world, struggling to get out, a little colored girl. Once upon a time, the owner of a flower, grooving in her garden, we make a furrow between the two. –Extremoduro, Once upon a time.
-There was a street, and an old woman passed with a purse, and speaking of heaven… God fell from heaven. Run! –Extremoduro, La Vieja (sordid song).
-Master of contradiction, and expert in breaking the forbidden. That is why children are already approaching me, because I try to be happy. Since then, they have not let me out of this prison, I have nowhere to run. I'm going to do a… stick my head out. –Extremoduro, Second movement: the outside.
-Ask him about the weather, and see if he remembers me. Ask her if it's true, no one sees her smile. –Extreme Hard, My imperishable spirit.
- War plains and ascetic moors, the biblical garden was not in these fields. They are lands for the eagle, a piece of the planet, where the shadow of Cain wanders. –Extremoduro, Looking for a moon.
-His eyes are a window wide, his ass is not… his ass is honey. Her eyes are what she tells me to straighten out, her ass is not… her ass is honey. For another time remind me to speak again, if you see that I have passed three towns or more. -Extremoduro, Your ass is honey.
-I want to tell you in silence, that there are plenty of words, that there are moments missing, that I don't feel anything, that I come to look for you, that I never find you. –Extremoduro, Between interiors.
-Today I put it in a thousand ways! And she is already walking with her tongue out. Today I put it up to your ears! I just move my eyebrows! - Extremoduro, Today I put it.
-I plan the armed robbery of his heart, every word I have calculated, now the courage is missing. I plan to tell him that life was his mouth and not. His scent passes me, and I hold my breath. -Extremoduro, Today I put it.
-Ardo. I see you go by and, there, I get hot and on fire, and I go in to do, on your hips, prospecting. If I get lost, tell me where it goes, what reasons are the main ones, that only the wind serves as a guide, along the paths of utopias. –Extremoduro, The path of utopias.
-I drink from a hot, hot spring, and I see again the fairy who never leaves me. When I'm not with you I tame the hours, and I make them jump and make them run. "Hardcore, Bitch."
-Meanwhile the hours pass, I dream that I wake up next to her, I wonder if she is alone, and I burn inside a bonfire. –Extreme Hard, Sweet introduction to chaos.
-I hope I find it already among so many flowers. I hope it is called poppy, that it takes my hand and tells me that it alone… It does not understand life, no. And ask me for more more more more, give me more. And ask me. –Extremoduro, If you go.
-We are going to steal cherries, from the ones in the valley opposite, I am capable of anything to see you again. I have lost my mind, I have lost it for losing you, I am capable of anything to see you again. –Extremoduro, What edge was my valley.
-Without anything better, than to walk inside rummaging, with nothing better to do, toasting in the sun, delving into the memory and I don't understand it better than yesterday. –Extremoduro, suicidal Tango.
-I suffer from temporary insanity. I come down to Earth and cross the dividing line that separates in this story, madness and reason. "Extreme hard, temporary insanity."
-He gave me a wound, closes at night, opens during the day. "Do not suffer Prometheus," she tells me whenever I see her. I roll on the ground and my dick bursts at the thought of you: I bleed to death and water your garden. -Extremoduro, Prometheus.
-And I search in memory for the corner, where I lost my mind, and I find it where it was lost, when you said no. –Extremoduro, Fourth movement: reality.
-I am doing my belly, inside my heart. And I don't care that kings no longer come for me, with camels coming I'm, bastards, happier. –Extremoduro, Christmas Carol of the Extremadura King.
-I take the account from memory, I do not miss a star. Look at that euphoria in silence. Grass comes out and my hair grows. "Extreme hard, temporary insanity."
-Time, give me back the moment. I want to spend the hours, swimming out to sea, and roll on the ground, to start everything from scratch. –Extremoduro, Third movement: the inside.
-I fall in love with the air and I always do what I want: let's go back to the Moor, and they call us the assholes, which we bring inside our ass, a little piece of heaven. -Extremoduro, Menamoro.
-Get down on the ground; go placing. From your crotch I want to drink broth, and like garbage rats: disorder and loneliness, they left watching you arrive. –Extremoduro, Vulture does not eat birdseed.