Motörhead
Motörhead were an English heavy metal band formed in June 1975 by bassist, singer, and songwriter Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister, who was the sole constant member, guitarist Larry Wallis and drummer Lucas Fox. The band are often considered a precursor to the new wave of British heavy metal, which re-energised heavy metal in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Though several guitarists and drummers have played in Motörhead, most of their best-selling albums and
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Motörhead
Motörhead were an English heavy metal band formed in June 1975 by bassist, singer, and songwriter Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister, who was the sole constant member, guitarist Larry Wallis and drummer Lucas Fox. The band are often considered a precursor to the new wave of British heavy metal, which re-energised heavy metal in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Though several guitarists and drummers have played in Motörhead, most of their best-selling albums and
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I JUST SHOWED UP
I Just Showed Up - Cold Harted ToxRock Records Good Vs. Evil You! Which One Are You? - Mastered by mixea.commore
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El viejo Manuel
El viejo Manuel En una calle fría y gris, como un día en pleno abril, de camino al colegio sin amanecer, nos cruzamos con el viejo Manuel. Su buzo desgastado, cubierto de remiendos y hollín: su rostro cansado apenas logra sonreír. Cada mañana, con su voz áspera y gastada, escupe las mismas palabras que se clavan como puñales en el alma. La historia se repite una y otra vez: ellos siguen diciendo mierda y nosotros, amén. Juegan con vuestro futuro en un burdel. Eso en la escuela no lo vais a aprender. En la tarde, mientras se toma un café, más negro que las grietas de su piel, nos revela por qué se pierde en la noche y regresa manchado al amanecer. Acompaña a la luna a cantar las nanas que nadie canta ya. Y cuando la noche se rompe en su voz, se mancha de hollín al darle cuerda al sol. Pasados los años veo la esquela de Manuel. La fecha de su muerte, sin misas ni parientes, solo unas letras que con su voz resonando en mi mente, comienzo a leer. - Mastered by mixea.commore
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