Pedro El Tirao
Boikot Lyrics


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La vera de Atocha
Riega los sesos para cantar
Y Pedro en la barra
Ni se molesta con un gañán
Entre descansos
Coge la Guita y se va a perder
Ya nada escucha
Solo las cintas del cassette
Hoy toca ensayo
Saca un temita para encender
Humo en los dedos
Tocan las notas que erizan la piel
¡Le da igual, si no hay jornal!

Chaleco y sombrero
Que recuerdan al cordobés
Guitarra bluesero
Con seis cuerdas te quita Stress

Noches de insomnio
Resaca fina que despejar
Suena el chivato...
Va siendo hora de levantar

Hoy va de copas
Es muy temprano para volver
Y cuando dobla
Hasta en la cama le baila un pie

Por el camino
Va dando vueltas a una canción




Espera amigo
Dale al oído otra ración.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Boikot's song Pedro El Tirao tell the story of Pedro, a musician who spends his days and nights immersed in his music. Despite his lack of financial success, Pedro is dedicated to his craft, finding solace and purpose in playing his guitar.


The first verse describes Pedro in a bar, unbothered by those around him. He takes breaks from playing to collect his thoughts, and when he returns to his music, he loses himself in the notes. The chorus asserts that Pedro doesn't care about making money; he plays for the love of the music.


The second verse paints a picture of Pedro's appearance and demeanor - he wears a vest and hat similar to those worn by a famous flamenco singer, but he plays blues guitar. He struggles with insomnia and hangovers, typically waking up to the sound of an alarm. Despite this, Pedro is committed to his music, and even when he's out drinking, he can't help but think about the songs he wants to write.


The song, as a whole, celebrates the life of an artist who is dedicated to his craft and finds peace in the act of creating music, regardless of whether or not it brings financial success.


Line by Line Meaning

La vera de Atocha
The street of Atocha


Riega los sesos para cantar
Inspires creativity to sing


Y Pedro en la barra
And Pedro at the bar


Ni se molesta con un gañán
Doesn't care about a peasant


Entre descansos
During breaks


Coge la Guita y se va a perder
Plays the guitar and gets lost in it


Ya nada escucha
Doesn't hear anything else


Solo las cintas del cassette
Only listens to cassette tapes


Hoy toca ensayo
Today is for practice


Saca un temita para encender
Picks a song to get in the mood


Humo en los dedos
Smoke from his fingers


Tocan las notas que erizan la piel
Plays notes that give chills


¡Le da igual, si no hay jornal!
Doesn't care if there's no pay!


Chaleco y sombrero
Vest and hat


Que recuerdan al cordobés
That remind him of Cordoba


Guitarra bluesero
Blues guitar


Con seis cuerdas te quita Stress
Six strings relieve stress


Noches de insomnio
Nights of insomnia


Resaca fina que despejar
Fine hangover to deal with


Suena el chivato...
The alarm sounds...


Va siendo hora de levantar
It's time to wake up


Hoy va de copas
Today he's drinking


Es muy temprano para volver
Too early to go back


Y cuando dobla
And when he bends (drunk)


Hasta en la cama le baila un pie
Even dances in bed


Por el camino
Along the way


Va dando vueltas a una canción
Keeps thinking about a song


Espera amigo
He waits for a friend


Dale al oído otra ración.
Gives him another dose (of music) in his ear.




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