Disco Jonki
Dusminguet Lyrics


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Vaig perdre el meu nom
Qualsevol dia al matí
Tripi-longui, tripi-longui sí
M'acompanya una gatzara
De cinquanta mil campanes
Allà on vaig, allà on estic
L'ànima dels meus dits
Són dimonis de parranda
Vafalungo postrof,
Postrof, postrof, vafalungo, go
No tenen cap ni mesura
Ells maten la cordura
Vafalungo postrof,
Postrof, postrof, vafalungo, go
Sense fe I amb cara bruta
No fem cas a la cordura
Haix-haix rabadà haix-haix
Sense moda ni etiqueta
Embriagant-nos com el poeta
Del que més ens plau, només això ens cal




L'ànima dels meus dits...
Vafalungo, vafalungo, vafalungo

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dusminguet's song Disco Jonki are a vibrant and energetic reflection of a wild and unbounded lifestyle. The singer speaks of losing themselves in the moment, losing track of their name in the morning, and embracing a carefree attitude with a sense of adventure. The lines "M'acompanya una gatzara/ De cinquanta mil campanes" (I'm accompanied by a cacophony/ Of fifty thousand bells) tell of a chaotic and wild environment, full of excitement and unpredictability.


The lyrics continue with a focus on the singer's hands, which seem to have a life of their own as they dance and party with a playful and devilish energy. The lines "Són dimonis de parranda" (They are demons of revelry) suggest that the singer's hands are possessed by a party spirit that cannot be contained. The chorus, which consists of the repeated phrase "Vafalungo postrof," adds to the mystique of the song, creating a sense of rhythm and excitement that is infectious.


Overall, the lyrics to Disco Jonki suggest a life of pure enjoyment and living in the moment, without regard for societal norms or expectations. The song invites the listener to lose themselves in the music and embrace their inner party animal.


Line by Line Meaning

Vaig perdre el meu nom
I lost my identity


Qualsevol dia al matí
Any day in the morning


Tripi-longui, tripi-longui sí
High on drugs


M'acompanya una gatzara
I'm accompanied by a cluster


De cinquanta mil campanes
Of fifty thousand bells


Allà on vaig, allà on estic
Wherever I go, wherever I am


L'ànima dels meus dits
The soul of my fingers


Són dimonis de parranda
Are party demons


Vafalungo postrof, Postrof, postrof, vafalungo, go
Nonsense gibberish


No tenen cap ni mesura
They have no limit or measure


Els maten la cordura
They kill reason and sanity


Sense fe I amb cara bruta
Faithless and with a dirty face


No fem cas a la cordura
We don't pay attention to reason


Haix-haix rabadà haix-haix
More meaningless gibberish


Sense moda ni etiqueta
Without fashion or etiquette


Embriagant-nos com el poeta
Getting drunk like a poet


Del que més ens plau, només això ens cal
Only what pleases us is what we need


L'ànima dels meus dits...
The soul of my fingers...


Vafalungo, vafalungo, vafalungo
More nonsense gibberish




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