La Polla Records
Punk Rock band formed in 1979 in Agurain, (Basque Country, Spain). Its orig… Read Full Bio ↴Punk Rock band formed in 1979 in Agurain, (Basque Country, Spain). Its original founders were Evaristo Paramos (vocals), Maleguin, Txarly and bandmember]Sume. The name was somewhat controversial because in Spanish, "polla" is slang for penis. It's said, anyway, that their name was set after the Californian label "La Joya Records". They chose this name because of their habitual use of the Spanish expression "Me cago en la polla", with 'records' meaning sport records.
In 1991 a court prohibited to the band the use of the full name due to a dispute with a former sound technician expelled from the band, but ignoring the sentence they published "Bajo presión" (Under pressure), their last album as LPR. Finally, in 1996 the band changes their name, making 'La Polla' alone. In September 2002 dies Fernandito (drumer), and they pubish their last album 'El ultimo (el) de La Polla' in 2003, having published 1 EP and 16 LPs. Evaristo (composer, singer and writer) continues raising his voice against nearly everything, with irony and good punk rock, with his new band Gatillazo.
In 1991 a court prohibited to the band the use of the full name due to a dispute with a former sound technician expelled from the band, but ignoring the sentence they published "Bajo presión" (Under pressure), their last album as LPR. Finally, in 1996 the band changes their name, making 'La Polla' alone. In September 2002 dies Fernandito (drumer), and they pubish their last album 'El ultimo (el) de La Polla' in 2003, having published 1 EP and 16 LPs. Evaristo (composer, singer and writer) continues raising his voice against nearly everything, with irony and good punk rock, with his new band Gatillazo.
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Ellos Dicen Mierda
La Polla Records Lyrics
Mil colegas quedan tiraos por el camino
Y, cuántos más van a quedar?
Cuánto viviremos?, cuánto tiempo moriremos?
En esta absurda derrota sin final
Dos semanas, tres semanas
O cuarenta mil mañanas, que pringue
La madre de dios!
Cuánto horror habrá que ver?
Cuántos golpes recibir?
Cuánta gente tendrá que morir?
La cabeza bien cuidada
O muy bien estropeada y nada
Nada que agradecer
Dentro de nuestro vacío
Solo queda en pie el orgullo
Por eso seguiremos de pie
Mogollón de gente vive tristemente
Y van a morir democráticamente
Y yo, y yo, y yo no quiero callarme
La moral prohíbe que nadie proteste
Ellos dicen mierda, nosotros amén
Amén, amén, a menudo llueve
Mogollón de gente vive tristemente
Y van a morir democráticamente
Y yo, y yo, y yo no quiero callarme
La moral prohíbe que nadie proteste
Ellos dicen mierda, nosotros amén
Amén, amén, a menudo llueve
Y, cuántos más van a quedar?
Cuánto viviremos?, cuánto tiempo moriremos?
En esta absurda derrota sin final
Dos semanas, tres semanas
O cuarenta mil mañanas, que pringue
La madre de dios!
Cuánto horror habrá que ver?
Cuántos golpes recibir?
Cuánta gente tendrá que morir?
La cabeza bien cuidada
O muy bien estropeada y nada
Nada que agradecer
Dentro de nuestro vacío
Solo queda en pie el orgullo
Por eso seguiremos de pie
Mogollón de gente vive tristemente
Y van a morir democráticamente
Y yo, y yo, y yo no quiero callarme
La moral prohíbe que nadie proteste
Ellos dicen mierda, nosotros amén
Amén, amén, a menudo llueve
Mogollón de gente vive tristemente
Y van a morir democráticamente
Y yo, y yo, y yo no quiero callarme
La moral prohíbe que nadie proteste
Ellos dicen mierda, nosotros amén
Amén, amén, a menudo llueve
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Abel Javier Murua Lopez De Munain, Angel Maria Urbina Lorenzo, Evaristo Paramos Perez, Fernando Murua Quintana, Manuel Garcia Cruz, Miguel Maria Garin Castro
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