After a wildly successful tour across South America in late 2005, the band decided, in their own words, to "stop for a while". Some of their members went on to form side band projects such as No Relax and The Locos. As time went by without further notices, many Ska-P fans feared the band had been gone for good. On late April 2008 and for the rejoice of their worldwide fans, they announced their return as a band on their official site.
Their new album, "Lágrimas y gozos", was released the 7th of October 2008 and its first single is called "Crimen sollicitationis". The band is going to perform various shows around South America and Europe in November and December.
Official website: http://www.ska-p.net
El Tercero De La Foto
Ska-P Lyrics
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Al lado de esos mierdas que se reparten el pastel
Defiende con vehemencia, al yankee y al inglés
Hay que ser memo o tener ansia de poder
El mundo se pregunta, ¿Pero ese quién es?
Ay! Mi españolito, ¿porqué le das tu bendición a esos dos cretinos?
¿también quieres tu porción?
Andas perdido en una peli de Buñuel, el mundo se pregunta:
Pero ese quién es!
Nos cogemos las manos como buenos tiranos sonreímos sin más
No cogemos los falos, mientras nos masturbamos saqueamos Irak
La, la, ra la la
Se te llena la boca al hablar de tu nación
Pero te hiciste el sordo cuando se manifestó
No queremos guerras, ni héroes de cartón
Ni mucho menos a un lacayo servidor
Prostituta del imperio, un triste bufón
Nos cogemos las manos como buenos tiranos sonreímos sin más
No cogemos los falos, mientras nos masturbamos saqueamos Irak
La, la, ra la la
Oh, oh, oh, lacayo de América
The song "El Tercero De La Foto" by Ska-P is a political commentary on the mentality of blind allegiance to powerful countries. The lyrics are addressed to a man in a photo who is standing next to important figures who are sharing a cake, defending vigorously the American and the English. The song suggests that this person is either a fool or power-hungry, and wonders who he is and why he is defending these countries with such vehemence. The singer then directly addresses him, asking why he would give his allegiance to these two cretins and whether he wants a portion of the cake.
The song criticizes those who speak proudly of their nation but turn a blind eye to the darker aspects of their country's actions, such as advocating for war and relying on false heroes. The line "Prostituta del imperio", or "prostitute of the empire", is a harsh and direct attack on those who serve the interests of America and its allies blindly. The chorus of the song paints a picture of tyrants holding hands, grinning while they plunder Iraq, with the repeated "la, la, ra la la" serving to increase the mockery.
Overall, "El Tercero De La Foto" is a biting commentary on the politics of blind allegiance and the responsibility of individuals in a society to question their leaders and their motivations.
Line by Line Meaning
Ese de la foto, dime tú quién coño es
Who the hell is that guy in the photo?
Al lado de esos mierdas que se reparten el pastel
Standing next to those assholes who share the pie.
Defiende con vehemencia, al yankee y al inglés
He fiercely defends the Yankee and the English.
Hay que ser memo o tener ansia de poder
One must be stupid or power-hungry.
El mundo se pregunta, ¿Pero ese quién es?
The world wonders, Who the hell is he?
Ay! Mi españolito, ¿porqué le das tu bendición a esos dos cretinos?
Oh, my little Spaniard, why do you give your blessing to those two cretins?
¿también quieres tu porción?
Do you also want your share?
Nadie en su sano juicio te puede comprender
No one in their right mind can understand you.
Andas perdido en una peli de Buñuel, el mundo se pregunta: Pero ese quién es!
You're lost in a Buñuel film. The world wonders: Who the hell is he?
Nos cogemos las manos como buenos tiranos sonreímos sin más
We hold hands like good tyrants and smile for no reason.
No cogemos los falos, mientras nos masturbamos saqueamos Irak
We don’t touch our dicks while we loot Iraq.
Se te llena la boca al hablar de tu nación
You fill your mouth talking about your nation.
Pero te hiciste el sordo cuando se manifestó
But you became deaf when it showed.
No queremos guerras, ni héroes de cartón
We don’t want wars or cardboard heroes.
Ni mucho menos a un lacayo servidor
Nor do we want a flunky servant.
Prostituta del imperio, un triste bufón
A whore of the empire, a sad buffoon.
Oh, oh, oh, lacayo de América
Oh, oh, oh, America's flunky.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALBERTO JAVIER AMADO HUETE, JOSE ANTONIO LOPEZ PANCORBO, JOSE MIGUEL REDIN REDIN, JULIO CESAR SANCHEZ SUAREZ, LUIS MIGUEL GARCIA PLANELLO, ROBERTO GANAN OJEA
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