Weekend
Demonios De Tasmania Lyrics


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Con un sello de hace dos días
Tengo un pase libre a la pista
Sin pelar ninguna tarjeta
Está todo bien con la puerta
Voy matando el tiempo en un flipper
Hasta que aparezca algún dealer
Glucolin cortado con merca
Para yonquis de discoteca
Anarco en la disco... discoteque
Anarcoma disco... estado de weekend
Con un sello de hace dos días
Tengo un pase libre a la pista
Un Dj de púas conecta
Un subsuelo con sus bandejas
Mientras la policía
Un allanamiento en la pista




Una piba en trance me encierra
En un baño de discoteca.

Overall Meaning

The Demonios De Tasmania's song "Weekend" is a party anthem describing a wild, drug-fueled night out. The opening lines speak of a stamp that grants the singer access to the dance floor without the need of showing any ID. The lyrics continue to describe the atmosphere of the club, with the singer passing time playing pinball until a drug dealer arrives with a mixture of glucose and cocaine for the "disco junkies". The chorus employs wordplay by forming a pun on the words "anarchy" and "discotheque", inferring that the club is a place where anything goes, and the attendees are free to do as they please.


The second verse describes a DJ with needles connecting underground music with the audience through his turntables. At this point, the police arrive to investigate, but the singer remains unaffected, locked in a bathroom with a girl in a trance. The lyrics of "Weekend" communicate the hedonistic lifestyle and atmosphere of a club and the debauchery that often takes place behind closed doors. In this sense, the song captures the essence of the disco era in a modern setting, where the dance floor remains a place for partygoers to let their hair down and forget their worries and responsibilities.


Line by Line Meaning

Con un sello de hace dos días
I have a stamp from two days ago that gives me access to the club


Tengo un pase libre a la pista
I have a free pass to the dance floor


Sin pelar ninguna tarjeta
I don't have to show any ID or membership card


Está todo bien con la puerta
Everything is fine with the entrance


Voy matando el tiempo en un flipper
I'm passing the time playing pinball


Hasta que aparezca algún dealer
Until a drug dealer shows up


Glucolin cortado con merca
Energy drink mixed with cocaine


Para yonquis de discoteca
For club-hopping drug addicts


Anarco en la disco... discoteque
Anarchist in the club... discotheque


Anarcoma disco... estado de weekend
Anarchy in the club... state of weekend


Un Dj de púas conecta
A DJ with a spiked haircut connects


Un subsuelo con sus bandejas
A basement with his turntables


Mientras la policía
While the police


Un allanamiento en la pista
Raid the dance floor


Una piba en trance me encierra
A girl in a trance locks me in a bathroom


En un baño de discoteca.
In a club bathroom.




Writer(s): Carlos Daniel Gramuglia

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