The germ of Reincidentes was in its first punk band "Incidente Local", whic… Read Full Bio ↴The germ of Reincidentes was in its first punk band "Incidente Local", which had a brief stint in the scene of his city (Sevilla) between 1985 and 1986. Later, members were actively involved in the student protests of 1987, giving a concert at the University of Sevilla, then occupied by students. After this, Reincidentes took a big step towards consolidation in the Juanjo Pizarro recording studio. The model that emerged from the study helped them to participate in a contest sponsored by the Rock Council of Seville in 1989, where they were finalists. Since then, Reincidentes has grown and developed his personality, becoming one of the most urban rock bands cutting social in Spain and South America countries. Its lyrics are almost the most important element in the band, so they have fans only in the Spanish-speaking countries, in the other countries Reincidentes are almost totally unknown. its 3 first albums (this is the second) its music had a little touches of punk, but after the band turn 180º and became in a complet rock´n´roll band.
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v.i.p.
Reincidentes Lyrics

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Son los capaces, son los creativos,
Son el copon
Son los que marcan rumbo, señalan el camino
Son casi dios
Viajo en 1ª, siempre habra clases
Odio que huela a gentes normales
Finos, discretos, algo afectados
Mucho "sirviente", poco dar el callo

Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos
Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos
Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos
Hay que acabar con tal desatino

Ellos son los espejos, a lo que aspiramos
Nuestra frustracion
Ellos tienen gusto, tratadles con cuidado
Estan pasados de glamour
El club de golfo, pesas, rayos uva
Ya me he comprado genio y figura
Las visas oro, trato preferente
Las caras marcas marcan diferencia

Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos
Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos
Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos
Hay que acabar con tal desatino

Ramalazos de un ayer, que debe terminar
De una jodida vez

Coletazos de un poder. Al que habra que asaltar
En guerra sin cuartel.

Overall Meaning

The song V.I.P. by Reincidentes is a powerful critique of the wealthy and powerful elite of society. The lyrics suggest that these elites consider themselves superior to others and take advantage of their power and wealth to live lives of luxury and excess. The song describes the elites as "capable, creative, the chosen ones" who set the direction for society and act like gods. The singer uses the pronoun "ellos" (they) to refer to this group, suggesting that they are a separate and distinct entity from the rest of society.

The singer expresses disgust with the elites' arrogance and disdain for ordinary people. He hates the smell of "normal people" and mocks the elites' affected manners and refined tastes. He suggests that the elites are more interested in their appearance than in doing real work, and that they use their wealth and status to avoid real work. The singer also comments on the way that the elites use their wealth to buy status symbols like cars, memberships to exclusive clubs, and designer clothes, which he sees as empty symbols of their power.

The chorus of the song expresses a desire to "put an end to such nonsense" by bringing down the elites' power and wealth. The singer suggests that they are "cretins" who become more foolish and obnoxious the more power and wealth they accumulate. He sees them as a mirror of our own aspirations and frustrations, and suggests that we need to break free from their influence and seize our own power to bring about change.

Line by Line Meaning

Son los capaces, son los creativos, Son el copon
They are the capable ones, they are the creative ones. They are the best of the best.

Son los que marcan rumbo, señalan el camino Son casi dios
They are the ones who set the course, point the way. They are almost like gods.

Viajo en 1ª, siempre habra clases Odio que huela a gentes normales
I travel first class, there will always be classes. I hate the smell of normal people.

Finos, discretos, algo afectados Mucho "sirviente", poco dar el callo
Refined, discreet, somewhat affected. Lots of "servants," but not much hard work.

Cuanto mas guapos, cuanto mas ricos Cuanto mas fuertes son mas cretinos Ya, de un plumazo y sin remilgos Hay que acabar con tal desatino
The more handsome, the more rich. The stronger they are, the more stupid. We must put a stop to this nonsense once and for all.

Ellos son los espejos, a lo que aspiramos Nuestra frustracion Ellos tienen gusto, tratadles con cuidado Estan pasados de glamour
They are the mirrors to which we aspire. Our frustration. They have taste, treat them with care. They are overflowing with glamour.

El club de golfo, pesas, rayos uva Ya me he comprado genio y figura Las visas oro, trato preferente Las caras marcas marcan diferencia
The golf club, weights, tanning beds. I've already bought genius and beauty. Gold visas, preferential treatment. Designer labels make the difference.

Ramalazos de un ayer, que debe terminar De una jodida vez Coletazos de un poder. Al que habra que asaltar En guerra sin cuartel.
Echoes of a past that must come to an end. Once and for all. The remnants of a power that must be attacked. In a war without mercy.

Contributed by Kaelyn G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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