Los Piojos was an argentine rock band born in 1987, originally formed in El… Read Full Bio ↴Los Piojos was an argentine rock band born in 1987, originally formed in El Palomar, Buenos Aires. The band was lead by Andrés Ciro Martinez (principal songwriting, harmonica, and vocalist). The line-up was completed by Gustavo Hernán "Kupi" Kupinsky (rhythm/lead guitar, backing vocals), Miguel Ángel "Micky" Rodríguez (bass guitar, backing vocals) Daniel "Piti" Fernández (rhythm/lead guitar, backing vocals) and Daniel Buira (drums) [later, he was replaced by Sebastián "Roger" Cardero (drums)]. In January 4, 2011, Kupinsky dies in a car crash.
Musically they cite bands such as The Rolling Stones, Sumo and rioplatense's candombe artists such as Ruben Rada and Jaime Roos as key influences.
They disbanded in 2009.
Musically they cite bands such as The Rolling Stones, Sumo and rioplatense's candombe artists such as Ruben Rada and Jaime Roos as key influences.
They disbanded in 2009.
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Los Piojos Lyrics
Al Atardecer Al atardecer, cuando ella se va, al atardecer Al atardecer,…
Don't Say Tomorrow I can see you just in black I can see you…
El Farolito Dentro tuyo, dentro tuyo están las llaves Solas e-, solas es…
Esquina Libertad Esquina Libertad Envido y truco del tiempo A usted le toca j…
Gris Cuando no alcanza el amor que ofrecés Y peleás una causa…
Intro Maradó Dicen que escapó de un sueño en casi su mejor gambeta que…
Maradó Cae del cielo brillante balón toda la gente y todo el…
Muevelo Uh morena, tiene en la sangre, sangre caliente en las…
Muévelo Uh morena, tiene en la sangre Sangre caliente en las venas …
Qué Decís Gira sobre los otros brazos, salta desde algún escalón. Br…
Taxi Boy Negro Blues gran cartel, taxi boy para donde ests Pods ver,…
Todo Pasa En la ciudad gris, bares y cafés, Tenés que olvidar, nena,…
Verano Del '92 Juan Pedro Fasola Nuestro gran amigo Qué ganas de verte Tene…