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VENID A LAS CLOACAS By LA BANDA TRAPERA DEL RÍO July 1, 2013

Filed under: 1970s,Banda Trapera Del Río — spanishpoplyrics @ 9:34 am

Somehow Spain and Punk don’t seem the most natural combination to me. Maybe Spanish people are just too nice too spit in the face of society – even at times of crisis. That said, a scene does exist so it’s about time this blog investigated it.

Though they sold few records at the time, La Banda Trapera del Río have become probably the most respected of the original punk bands from Spain. This track was the B-side to their first single in 1978, and it also lends its title to an acclaimed 2010 documentary about the band.

VENID A LAS CLOACAS

.

Vivís, en cuatro paredes

agobiados del mal olor

De aceite de comida barata

que se adhiere al narizón

.

Soportáis las cuatro paredes,

soportáis el mal olor

Soportáis pagar impuestos

soportáis la humillación

.

Vivís en la ciudad satélite

La gente a todo confort.

El metro al lado de casa,

pero de barro hasta el pantalón.

.

Creéis que estamos salvados,

pero estáis en un rincón

En un rincón de mierda,

de control y represión

.

Venid a las cloacas,

estaréis mucho mejor

Identificaos con las ratas,

no vayáis al paredón

.

Venid a las cloacas

Donde no hay más control

que una caverna de mierda,

de peste y mal olor

.

Venid todos juntos,

saldremos al exterior

para ver fluir las heces

que vierte la sociedad

.

Obrero, te llaman siempre

perro y derrochador

En la ciudad satélite,

las ratas al exterior

.

Yo habito en los bloques verdes,

y vivo con tensión

el pánico de la noche,

el terror y la violación

.

Por eso ciudad satélite

es como una enorme cloaca

por eso sus habitantes

tienen rabo como las ratas

.

rabo como las ratas, de cloaca

COME TO THE SEWERS

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You live between four walls

heavy with the stink

of greasy junk food

and it’s getting up your big nose

.

You put up with the four walls

You put up with the stink

You put up with paying taxes

You put up with the humiliation

.

You live in a satellite town

People living in luxury

The subway next to your house,

but with mud up your trouser legs

.

You think that we’re saved,

but you’re in a corner

In a corner of shit,

control and repression

.

Come to the sewers,

you’ll be much better

You can relate to the rats,

Don’t go up against the wall

.

Come to the sewers

Where there’s no more control

than in a cave of shit,

that stinks and reeks

.

Everyone come together,

we’ll go outside

to see the shit flowing

pouring out of society

.

Workers – they always call you

dog or tight fisted

In the satellite town

with the rats outside

.

I live in the green tower blocks

I live with tension

fear of the night

terror and rape

.

This satellite town

is like a huge sewer

so its inhabitants

have tails like rats

.

tails like rats in a sewer

 

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