Música Naix de La Ràbia
Aspencat
Music Born from Anger
I want to illuminate like a beacon and amplify every signal
of the counterculture that arises from below and is silenced, I
want to build the barricade with Ovidi and Victor Jara
and break the growing apathy with guitars in the morning breeze.
I want to be the loudspeaker, and undo the smoke screens of power,
I want to be what is not seen, the joy of the people who rise bravely.
I want to be the loudspeaker, don't forget the bombs at Fuster's house,
I want more, sharpen my teeth... Mandela and Allende as references.
Once again, close your eyes and imagine
and let's break out of the routine.
Once again, close your eyes and walk,
Adrenaline runs through the veins.
Music born from anger,
sound the frequency to
escape from this cage.
We are like an ace in the fight,
we are like the devil walking among the flames.
I bury the sorrows, I know I move forward through contradictions,
passions move me,
the bass drum and snare and their impulses.
I follow Gramsci, that history is nothing but a
war for the hegemony of positions and in my battlefield
I have the songs.
I want to be the loudspeaker, that breaks the norm and the style guides,
I want to be what is not seen, the mother who pushes her children forward.
I want to be the loudspeaker, of the child who dreams in a world full of friends,
I want to be Malcom X, my words make the rich tremble.
Once again, close your eyes and imagine
and let's break out of the routine.
Once again, close your eyes and walk,
Adrenaline runs through the veins.
Music born from anger,
sound the frequency to
escape from this cage.
We are like an ace in the fight,
we are like the devil walking among the flames.
It's not a matter of genetics, it's simple ethics,
open your eyes, see the hell, know that nothing is eternal.
Accompanied by metrics, alphabet and arithmetic,
I fill the pages of this notebook, and turn it into phonetics.
The notes of anger sound, we must break out of this cage,
we are the sandstorm that will turn this land into Arcadia.
Breaking barriers with sounds, changing everything with songs,
in this desert where there is no green left, we will be the Monsoon.
Music born from anger,
sound the frequency to
escape from this cage.
We are like an ace in the fight,
we are like the devil walking among the flames.
