In 1995 he made his first singles titled “D.E.P” and “Trucos”. He gained fame with collaborations with SFDK, Expression in Conserva or Nerviozzo.
After some time, he recorded his first album: “La Brevedad de los Días”, and recorded the single “Basado en hechos reales” with Nona.
The second album, “Poesía Difusa”, is full of manifestos against hypocrisy-collaborations include Lírico, Shuga Wuga, Titó, and Faf Larage. Because of the great public reception to this album, Nach released a DVD of his concert in November 2003 in Barcelona. adding all the supporting groups in the second disk titled 'Cutting Weapon'. It was published in two versions, one reediting “Lo Difuso” Poetry CD, without including changes, and another one only with the DVD of the concert.
The ACB chose to him to write and to make a song for the 2004-2005 basketball season. The subject was called “Juega”. In this song it names 26 players who participated in that season and to two historical ones of the league (Fernando Martin and Pau Gasol) were mentioned.
At the beginning of November of the 2005 he made his third album, “Ars Magna/Miradas”. It was a complex project released as a double Album, but with different themes on each one. The first, titled “Ars Magna” is a continuation of his normal lyrical content; subjects like environment, the passage of time, and the record market are discusssed. The second, titled “Miradas” is a more conceptual disc because each song discusses through the life of several different kinds people-like a new born, a prostitute, a expresidiario, an immigrant, a blind person, and a taxi driver. Collaborations include Arma Blanca, Juaninacka, bad Payo, Aniki, and Flavio Rodriguez.
Tercer Mundo
Nach Lyrics
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Y el continuo sudor que nos compensa
Si da color a la despensa
Y seres que ya no piensan, olvidaron cómo hacerlo
Solo recordaron abrigar su propia piel ante el cruel invierno
Y cicatrices, y nortes perdidos por tantas malas noticias
Y cortes, y golpes recibidos al protestar injusticias
Y el indulto al que es culpable
Y la violencia en cada calle
Y el triunfo del cobarde
Y el perdón a quien más miente
Y el temor a quien no teme
Y la burla a quien más siente
Y el respeto a quien más tiene
Y los esquemas, los problemas
Y el comprar para ser más
Pastillas para que te duermas
Y viviendas que son celdas
Celdas de gris ladrillo y masas que pasan, pisan
La calma tras un pestillo
La prisa como premisa, y un ruido rudo inseparable
Y un silencio inalcanzable
Y un trabajo que es la guerra
Y otra herida que se abre, y otra herida que se cierra
Y corazones de gris piedra
Y deseos que se entierran
Y tragar más y más mie***
Y tan pocos pensadores, y demasiados dormidos
Y tan pocos opresores, y demasiados oprimidos
Y la utopía de un sueldo
La hipocresía en los templos
Y madres que no se fían y en vez de hijos, crían cuervos
Y personas sin aliento que sobrealimentan su cuerpo
Hace tiempo perdí el rumbo
Estoy pensando: tercer mundo
Y el amor como capricho
Y cartones en el techo
Y el delito en un despacho
Y alquitranes en el pecho
Y músculos que están hinchados, y cerebros atrofiados
Y tumultos dando tumbos
Estoy pensando: tercer mundo
Y la obsolescencia, la insolencia
Y la vida sin conciencia
Y medicinas invasivas para todas las dolencias
Y la existencia programada
Y un sueño que queda en nada
Y empresarios gobernantes con almas de cruz gamada
Y la retórica y la burocracia
Las gráficas, las tablas
Las estadísticas, balances
Y los códigos de barra
Y la garra y el colmillo
Y el vértigo sin motivo
Y un sol que ayer fue amarillo pero que esta al rojo vivo
Y un hábito compulsivo
Y una adicción que controla
Y el "¡Esto no esta permitido!"
Y el "¡Póngase usted a la cola!"
Y lagrimas de cocodrilo
Y el interés como amigo
Y el canal 4, 5 y 7 como únicos testigos
Y el enemigo en uno mismo
Y el egocentrismo, el consumismo, el materialismo
Y los mismos sismos provocando seísmos en nuestro organísmo
Dejándolo en coma profundo
Estoy pensando, tercer mundo
Estoy pensando, tercer mundo
Estoy mirando, tercer mundo
Estoy tan harto, tercer mundo
Estoy llorando, tercer mundo
Este es mi mundo
The lyrics of NACH's "Tercer Mundo" explores the harsh reality of life in the third world - a world where people struggle to survive and everyday is a battle. The song speaks of the aggression and tension that people in the third world have to adopt as a means of defense, and how their constant sweating is a means of compensation for the lack of resources and basic necessities of life. The loss of thought and inability to dream are highlighted, as people in such conditions are too preoccupied with survival to focus on anything else. The song talks about the scars and the norths that are lost due to the constant stream of bad news, the cuts and bruises suffered when standing up against injustice, and the suffering of those who cannot flee. The lyrics paint a bleak picture of a world where there is a lack of opportunity and a disregard for human life, where violence is prevalent and cowardice is rewarded.
Line by Line Meaning
Y la agresividad más tensa como forma de defensa
The aggression is the only defense mechanism left to us.
Y el continuo sudor que nos compensa
Sweating is the only way to sustain ourselves.
Si da color a la despensa
It's the little things that give some color to our otherwise bleak existence.
Y seres que ya no piensan, olvidaron cómo hacerlo
Most people have stopped thinking, and have forgotten how to do it.
Solo recordaron abrigar su propia piel ante el cruel invierno
All they remember now is to look after themselves in this harsh world.
Y cicatrices, y nortes perdidos por tantas malas noticias
We carry physical and emotional wounds inflicted by the constant bad news around us.
Y cortes, y golpes recibidos al protestar injusticias
Those who stand up against injustice receive cuts and bruises.
Y la desgracia del que no huye
Those who are unable to flee face unspeakable misfortune.
Y el indulto al que es culpable
Those who are truly guilty often get away with it.
Y la violencia en cada calle
Violence is an ever-present danger on every street.
Y el triunfo del cobarde
Cowards often come out on top.
Y el perdón a quien más miente
Lies are easily forgiven.
Y el temor a quien no teme
We fear those who have no fear.
Y la burla a quien más siente
We mock those who are most sensitive.
Y el respeto a quien más tiene
We show respect only to those who have material possessions.
Y los esquemas, los problemas
We're all stuck in rigid systems which create more problems than they solve.
Y el comprar para ser más
We buy things to feel more important or to feel better about ourselves.
Pastillas para que te duermas
We rely on pills to fall asleep at night.
Y viviendas que son celdas
Our homes are nothing more than prison cells.
Celdas de gris ladrillo y masas que pasan, pisan
We only see a sea of gray brick buildings and people rushing by, stepping on each other to survive.
La calma tras un pestillo
We only find calm after locking ourselves in.
La prisa como premisa, y un ruido rudo inseparable
We're always in a rush, amidst the constant noise and chaos that surrounds us.
Y un silencio inalcanzable
A true, peaceful silence is unattainable here.
Y un trabajo que es la guerra
Work is a never-ending battle.
Y otra herida que se abre, y otra herida que se cierra
As soon as one wound heals, another is opened.
Y corazones de gris piedra
Our hearts have turned to stone in this gray world.
Y deseos que se entierran
We bury our own dreams.
Y tragar más y más mie***
We have to swallow more and more crap every day.
Y tan pocos pensadores, y demasiados dormidos
There are few true thinkers left, and so many are simply sleepwalking through life.
Y tan pocos opresores, y demasiados oprimidos
There are few truly powerful and many who are oppressed.
Y la utopía de un sueldo
The idea of earning a decent salary is a pipe dream.
La hipocresía en los templos
Even religious institutions are not above hypocrisy.
Y madres que no se fían y en vez de hijos, crían cuervos
Mothers are so distrusting that instead of raising children, they raise crows (a metaphor for living in an environment of fear and distrust).
Y personas sin aliento que sobrealimentan su cuerpo
We're so breathless from the constant struggle that we overcompensate by overeating.
Hace tiempo perdí el rumbo
We've lost our way long ago.
Estoy pensando: tercer mundo
This is what the third world looks like.
Y el amor como capricho
Love is now just a whim.
Y cartones en el techo
People are forced to live under cardboard roofs.
Y el delito en un despacho
Corruption happens at the highest levels of power.
Y alquitranes en el pecho
Air pollution makes it hard for us to breathe.
Y músculos que están hinchados, y cerebros atrofiados
Our bodies may be swollen with effort but our minds have been crippled and weakened.
Y tumultos dando tumbos
Chaos and confusion reign supreme.
Y la obsolescencia, la insolencia
Everything is outdated and nothing works as it should.
Y la vida sin conciencia
Living without a conscience is the norm here.
Y medicinas invasivas para todas las dolencias
We need invasive medicine to cure our constant illnesses.
Y la existencia programada
Our lives are already set in stone, and there's no way to break the mold.
Y un sueño que queda en nada
All our dreams end up amounting to nothing.
Y empresarios gobernantes con almas de cruz gamada
Those who rule us are often corrupt and have fascist tendencies.
Y la retórica y la burocracia
There's too much bureaucracy and too many empty promises.
Las gráficas, las tablas
We're reduced to nothing more than statistical data.
Las estadísticas, balances
Our lives are measured by statistics and balance sheets.
Y los códigos de barra
Even we have been reduced to barcodes, mere numbers and symbols.
Y la garra y el colmillo
Those who have claws and fangs survive here.
Y el vértigo sin motivo
We feel dizzy and disoriented for no reason at all.
Y un sol que ayer fue amarillo pero que esta al rojo vivo
The sun used to be yellow, now it's red-hot and scorching.
Y un hábito compulsivo
We're all stuck in compulsive habits that never change.
Y una adicción que controla
Our addictions have taken control of our lives.
Y el ¡Esto no está permitido!
We're constantly being told what we can't do.
Y el ¡Póngase usted a la cola!
We're always being asked to stand in line and wait our turn.
Y lágrimas de cocodrilo
People shed fake tears for the camera.
Y el interés como amigo
The only real friend we have is our own self-interest.
Y el canal 4, 5 y 7 como únicos testigos
TV news is our only source of information.
Y el enemigo en uno mismo
Our real enemy is within ourselves.
Y el egocentrismo, el consumismo, el materialismo
We're all focused solely on ourselves, on buying things, and on our possessions.
Y los mismos sismos provocando seísmos en nuestro organismo
The tremors outside our bodies are causing just as much damage within.
Dejándolo en coma profundo
We're in a deep coma-like state.
Estoy pensando, tercer mundo
This is what the third world looks like.
Estoy mirando, tercer mundo
This is what the third world looks like.
Estoy tan harto, tercer mundo
I'm so sick of this third world.
Estoy llorando, tercer mundo
I'm crying for this third world.
Este es mi mundo
This is the world we live in.
Lyrics © Magna Records, Ediciones Musicales Clipper's, S.L.
Written by: Ignacio Fornes Olmo, Sanchez Torres Moises Patricio
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