I leave you the best Street phrases (CJS), Argentine rock band founded in 1995 and formed by Patricio Santos Fontanet, Christián «Dios» Torrejón, Eduardo Vázquez, Elio Delgado, Maximiliano Djerfy and Juancho Carbone.
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-When all the senses are broken With a song, with a rock and roll. He was the one who played all the time in my mind, as a lawyer and free forever. -Roads, Rocanroles without destination.
-The fever is always rising because you do not see the door, the sauce of those who have little, but dance the same. -Street, Sonando.
-And all the carnival, shouting trampled, the brotherly hand, which God gave you, what a misunderstanding! If even God is far away, you cry on the inside, everything is a story, everything is vile. -Street, Disencounter.
- Blind, deaf and with gray blood, I am always asking the moon to leave to walk more innocent. I always ask your eyes to speak, to hear that they do not lie, and near the earth to float. -Street, Thirst.
-The knot tightens badly, blocking the ideal. All dreams escape in a scream. What kind of sky do we have to look at? Where is the truth? When will death become humanity? -Street, The knot.
- All that is the weight, that my soul will have. When the devil reserves me, any place? No. And my problems, they will not be problems anymore. - Street vendors, all that.
-Today I came here. To cover my naivete with a little more than salt I want to stay. To touch, to grope, to want more than just nothing else. -Street, Different.
-A lot day by day what touches me, I lay my soul in a corner. I discover that life is something else, without it my joy escaped. -Street, Day by day.
-The black is very white in my blind fate, I vomit a thousand phrases and not a song. I will cling to death only if it is the best passage. -Street, Dying.
-So it was that the elf of the tree, we had to kill, kill and cut and cut. His knife had disembowelled two goblins already, but in these stories, no one can ever celebrate. -Street, The elf of the tree.
-Can my hell be much more faithful than your heaven? Can a bitter moment be such a sweet consolation? Can a silence be much harder than cement? -Street, Can.
-One looking in the sky for new mirrors, glass as fragile as my destiny, glass as hard as this road. Like this road. -Street, Crystal.
- Without your voice I will fall, I will not be able to delude myself again because the fire that unites our souls, will die when it stops seeing. And when one day that fire goes out, there will be the memory, in your chest, of having felt heat. -Street, Illusion.
-I listen and I continue, because much of what is forbidden makes me live. I do not chase myself, because much of what is forbidden makes me happy. The repressed, when you are captive, prevents you from leaving. -Street, Forbidden.
-The silence of the countryside the noise of the city are not going to be enough for you to find everything you need. There are many limits out there. And there are others much worse in the depths of your truth. -Street, Limits.
-The clouds are not cotton and the depressions are curses. It distract you, curls you, takes you and eats you. It hurts you and does not forgive and somewhere steals your face, smile, hope, faith in people. -Street, A new cold night in the neighborhood.
-Kings and Father Christmas do not exist, and people only help people. There is no more deluded than the deluded one, who still expects the hand to be the one that governs him. -Street, Fantasy and reality.
- Callejeros is going to play the milonga that brought you here. In silence you will cry, there is no place to runaway to. San Lorenzo is going to play and you will not be able to be, in silence you will cry, there is no where you can escape. -Street, Boedo Street.
-I'm so far away, trying to forget. Drinking wine, and smoking in front of the sea. There is no cure for this great disease. -Street, trying to forget.
-But today I'm the same. Same, as I did yesterday, with the vein of being a minor party. Of this everything that does not close me, and that encloses me badly. -Street, minor part.
-It was there that I verified that there can always be something better. It was thus that I verified that the anguish is a bonus of desolation. -Street, Something worse, something better.
-With cold, but embraced, stainless prayer, although without school and without teeth they left them today. Struggling with no shortcuts the invisible, shake irresistible rock balls. - Street, The invisible.
-The crystals and daggers, they are signs, they are paths that perhaps it is necessary to happen. When everything is run over, when life goes silent, and death plays the game of disguise. -Street, Signs.
-The trip, the first step, the destination. Upload, download or react: look for outputs. To be able to lock up freedom and get a little truth from it. And steal a little truth. -Street, Three.
-Today I just filled lines, today luck does not ask for forgiveness. Today the steps are huge, today the songs are in a corner. Today everything is in doubt, and death greets you, and memory does not look at you and is forgotten. -Street, today.
-Because your dreams like the wind come back from your city to give what I feel somewhere in your eternity. The stars went out in the south, you went up and only your light shines. -Street, facing the river.
-The work will be an abyss, if you enter the game of anyone, of any idiot. Who has not been easy targets for being innocent and believing in people? Despair, despair, nothing reaches you, and they made you fall in their tracks. -Street, Pressure.
-Finally the government is going to be a woman. And there will be no trial for smoking without fucking. And there will be no judges complying with the law. -Street, Impossible.
-I do not want more deceptions, I do not want damages anymore. I want to travel looking for something of love. I want to know if I have any value. -Street, Damage,
-I'm vicious, player and womanizer, I'm worse than the worst and I do not deny it. I am vicious, a player and womanizer, my only problem is my work that does not leave me alone. -Street, Playing
-What to say abortion sounds legal and that is not a mortal sin, that my people do not stay asleep, that they no longer deceive me or play with me. -Street, Impossible.
-Not a million tours give the pain that you have left for not being able to act. I know that one day it will be you, the one who says stop to start. -Street, Time to be.
-If you are aware, mediating unconsciousness, your devil of the guard did not fail. Continue to play walking, with the pitch of some alley, go looking fixedly at the floor, to be rescued on the occasion. -Street, Drunk Stick.
- And in the middle I do not find you, I sink in the city. By July 9 I am going with the fear of never seeing you again. -Street, July 9.
-There is no time or space, there is no world or faith, no faith, because what begins begins at the end. The richness of this trip, is the change to this reality, because if I die is to fight, and not to look. -Street, The knot.
-And I go for a walk, flight in my confusion, delirious like a madman in my theater of dissatisfaction. That's why I lie, that's why I suffer. -Street, Theater.
-Who can refuse to lose, if I'm losing with your legs today, my verse floats in a song that is no longer written for both of us. -Street, Breaking mirrors.
-Your body is the perfect place for me to know what I want to do. Like nights of magic, like nights of salt. The truths are as unreal as reality. That treasure with owner today is my undoing. -Street, A perfect place.
-I approached forgiveness, and went out to face my own voice. To follow the traces of a better god. To travel, without time to the deepest sleep. From the world to the imagination the world turns, and in a dream, time and reason stop. -Street, Dream.
-The key to another paradise was lost. The prisoners of reason could escape. The angels that nobody wanted became demons. The kisses that nobody sold were given away. - Street vendors, I know I do not know.
Without realizing, this madness is already embracing me. The one that makes me see everything different, the one that makes me find the roads. -Street, The key.
-It's so perfect that it scares, because happiness is never fair. Know how to choose what costs more. No, not any sum without subtraction. -Street, So perfect that scares.
-I've heard voices and not a word for a long time, and my battered eyes take refuge in nothingness. And they get tired of seeing a lot of faces and not a look, a new cold night in the neighborhood. Callejeros, A new cold night in the neighborhood.
-You are the one that escapes from the jaws of the lion, the one that makes you walk looking backwards bathed in sweat. You're looking for magic and you're running against the clock, you're being chased by sirens, the beast is harder than you. -Street, Milonga del Rocanroll.
-I believe in life, in the night, in your soul, and I do not believe in everything else. I believe in your star, in the one I'm looking for, in my dream better to be able to fight. -Street, I think.
"And just there, the whole harpoon sank you with rancor. Bitter misunderstanding, because you see that it is the other way around. You believed in honesty and morals, what stupidity! -Street, Disencounter.
-If I get tired of waiting, it was because time did not heal or a wound, If I got tired of forgetting, it was because forgetting is the suicide pill. If I got tired of forgiving, it was because when it hurts never, never, never forget. -Street, If I got tired.
-It would be a pity if one day you would give me up for dead and you would freeze your veins, and leave me a gash in the face, and a trip to pain for condemnation. -Street, It would be a shame.
-Because playing oblivion, I do not have any inventions left, I know it takes me a lot but I want to go back for the rest. If a cruel destiny does not leave more, I do not resign myself to die the same. If I believe that everything can change, how will I not wait for you? -Street, Playing.
-There is as much glory, as triumph of impostors, in our face as foolish, in its defeat spying, by the vanguard peephole. -Street, Sonando.
- Another great doubt is naked in the night, which finds me at the end. Again without peace and in the middle I can not find you, I sink into the city. -Street, July 9.
"Beautiful hyena laughing loudly, writing our great happiness. So much cheating, so much bad hit. So many fears, not an opportunity. -Street, Time to be.
-They accuse me of rebel, agitator and revolutionary, for not thinking the same and saying that those who abuse my people daily. The water falls from the sky, only a sea of despair. This silence becomes eternal, full of real desolation. -Street, Rebel, agitator and revolutionary.
-To have to continue, have to feed, without running to check it. They keep going around and putting, and never take out a ring, cold, but hugged. Stainless prayer, but no school and no teeth left today. - Street vendors, I hope you take them.
- There are vipers that heal, there are phrases that kill you, and there is the web of what was left. But at the tip of the tallest tree, we will make nests and look for another better wind. One that gives us back the voice. And there will be stars as traces of destiny. -Street, Another better wind.
-The uneasiness of those who suffer a volcano about to explode. Terror is terror of the one who hangs the one who does not give more. Infernal nights scream down, a sick imp just sick more. -Street, Without patience.
-If everything grows, the good and bad of the hand will grow, and in this bonfire of songs and souls we will burn. Is that people who create dreams, will not believe what I do, because this dream is the reason of my life to continue dreaming. -Street, Songs and souls.