Manuel García García-Pérez was born in Poblenou, Barcelona on 19 August 195… Read Full Bio ↴Manuel García García-Pérez was born in Poblenou, Barcelona on 19 August 1955. Singer, composer, and amateur painter, he recorded his first records with groups such as Los Rapidos and Los Burros before attaining commercial success with El Último de la Fila. He now pursues a solo career. His music is characterised by a pop-rock sound mixed with arab and flamenco rhythms and melodies. His words are lyrical and surreal.

Little is known about Garcia's personal life, not even his marital status.

One of the most spectacular Spanish artists of the last times. His lyrics are impressive and his music combines all sorts of influences.

Viernes
Manolo García Lyrics

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Como cada viernes
salgo a dar una vuelta.
A quemar la semana.
Y caminar a la deriva. Caminar.
Siéntate.
Siéntate, ven, cuéntame.
Siéntate. Cuéntame.
Ven, siéntate. ¿De dónde sales tú?

Salgo. Vuelve a ser viernes.
Salgo a respirar aire y callejear.
Y caminar a la deriva; andar y andar.
Siéntate.
Siéntate, ven, cuéntame.
Siéntate.
Ven, siéntate, cuéntame, ¿de dónde sales tú?
Usa mis manos, mi nombre, mi ropa, mi ordenador.
Háblame toda la noche si me quieres convencer.
Un rato, una hora, un día. Un tiempo sin determinar.
Tarda una vida en contarme lo que me quieras contar.
¡Ay! si tu quisieras...
Mi corazón es un tam-tam.
Una postal desde Idaho.
Un disco viejo.
Una moto disparada.
Un final de mes.
Un túnel sin tren.
Una granada.
Un corazón que se desgrana.
Es un avión sobre la Pampa.
Hola y adiós, hasta mañana.
Quemar semanas.
Dame alguna pista o dime ya te llamaré.
O llámame.
Tu nombre al menos, si vas a desaparecer.
Hoy es viernes
y los sueños brillan más.

Hoy es viernes y quiero bailar.
Sólo bailar.

Overall Meaning

The song Viernes by Manolo García talks about the weekly routine of the singer. He goes out every Friday to walk around, burn the week away and walk aimlessly. The song is an invitation for someone to sit with him and share their story, the singer asks about the person's origin and encourages them to use his hands, his name, his clothes and even his computer to talk and convince him. He offers his time for the story-teller to share as much as they want, no matter how long it takes. The chorus of the song repeats the day, Friday, as a reminder that this is the day he does all of this, and he adds that his heart is like a drum, an album, a motorcycle or a grenade, which can be interpreted as feelings that are explosive and intense. The song concludes with the singer mentioning that on Fridays the dreams shine brighter, and all he wants to do is dance.

The song Viernes is not only a reflection of the singer's Friday routine, but it has been interpreted as a call for empathy and connection. The way the singer invites the story-teller to talk and uses different objects and experiences to describe his heart show that he is willing to listen and understand others. The repetition of the day and the reminder that it is Friday can also be seen as a reminder that people should take a break from their routines and connect with others.

Line by Line Meaning

Como cada viernes salgo a dar una vuelta. A quemar la semana. Y caminar a la deriva. Caminar.
Every Friday, I go out for a walk. To burn the whole week, aimlessly wandering while walking.

Siéntate. Siéntate, ven, cuéntame. Siéntate. Cuéntame. Ven, siéntate. ¿De dónde sales tú?
Sit down. Come and tell me. Sit down and tell me. Come on, sit down. Where do you come from?

Salgo. Vuelve a ser viernes. Salgo a respirar aire y callejear. Y caminar a la deriva; andar y andar.
I'm going out. It's Friday again. I'm going out to breathe fresh air and stroll around, aimlessly wandering and walking around.

Usa mis manos, mi nombre, mi ropa, mi ordenador. Háblame toda la noche si me quieres convencer. Un rato, una hora, un día. Un tiempo sin determinar. Tarda una vida en contarme lo que me quieras contar.
Use my hands, my name, my clothes, my computer. Talk to me all night if you want to convince me. A while, an hour, a day. An undetermined time. It takes a lifetime to tell me whatever you want to tell me.

¡Ay! si tu quisieras... Mi corazón es un tam-tam. Una postal desde Idaho. Un disco viejo. Una moto disparada. Un final de mes. Un túnel sin tren. Una granada. Un corazón que se desgrana. Es un avión sobre la Pampa. Hola y adiós, hasta mañana.
Oh, if you only wanted to... My heart is a tam-tam, A postcard from Idaho, An old disc, A fired-up motorbike, An end of the month, A tunnel without a train, A grenade, A heart scattered around. It's a plane over the Pampa, Hi and bye, see you tomorrow.

Quemar semanas. Dame alguna pista o dime ya te llamaré. O llámame. Tu nombre al menos, si vas a desaparecer.
Burn the weeks. Give me a clue, or I'll call you right away. Or call me. At least your name, if you're going to disappear.

Hoy es viernes y los sueños brillan más. Hoy es viernes y quiero bailar. Sólo bailar.
Today is Friday, and dreams shine brighter. Today is Friday, and I want to dance. Just dance.

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