A Town Called Malice .......... The Jam

El Matador .......... Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

It's Not Unusual .......... Tom Jones

1,2,3,4 .......... Titan

Manila Fiasco .......... Rolfe Kent

Garbageman .......... The Cramps

In The Heat Of The Moment .......... Asia

Bahia Blanca .......... Ramon Stagnaro

A Mi Guitarra .......... Daniel Indart

Matador Theme .......... Rolfe Kent

One Night In Mexico .......... Rolfe Kent

Wee Small Hours Of The Morning .......... Dave Van Norden

No Te Rajes .......... Mariachi 'La Estrella'

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life -
cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus -
cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel -
but it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
fast and furious
In a town called malice.

Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice -
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.

A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.

The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings -
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.

Te estan buscando matador...!!!

Me dicen el matador, naci en barracas
si hablamos de matar mis palabras matan
no hace mucho tiempo que cayo el Leon Santillan
y ahora se que en cualquier momento me la van a dar
ahh matador.. ahh matador.. donde estas matador..
ahh matador...ahh matador

Me dicen el matador me estan buscando
en una fria pension los estoy esperando
agazapado en lo mas oscuro de mi habitacion
fusil en mano, espero mi final
ahh Matador, ahh matador
la cana te busca matador
la cana te prende matador...

matador..!! matador..!!, donde estas matador
matador no te vayas, matador..!! matador..!!,
oh yeah matador..!!, matador..!! matador..!!

Viento de libertad sangre combativa
en los bolsillos del pueblo la vieja herida
de pronto el dia se me hace de noche
Murmullos, corridas aquel golpe en la puerta,
llego la fuerza policial

ahh matador.. ahh matador..
mira hermano en que terminaste
por pelear por un mundo mejor
Que suenan, son balas me alcanzan,
me atrapan resiste, Victor Jara no calla.
Matador..!!, matador..!! matador te esta buscando
matador..!! matador..!! matador te estan matando
oh yeah matador..!!, matador..!! .. valiente matador

Me dicen el matador de los 100 barrios portenos
no tengo por que tener miedo mis palabras son balas
balas de paz, balas de justicia
soy la voz de los que hicieros callar sin razon
por el solo hecho de pensar distinto, ay Dios
Santa Maria de los Buenos Aires si todo estuviera mejor
Matador..!!, matador..!! si todo estuviera mejor
matador..!!, matador..!! a donde vas matador
matador..!! ohh yeah..
matador..!!, matador..!!

It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
But when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry,
Oh I wanna' die
It's not unusual to go out at any time
But when I see you out and about it's such a crime
If you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say
You find it happens all the time
Love will never do what you want it to
Why can't this crazy love be mine
It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
It's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

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you ain't no punk, you punk.
you wanna talk about the real junk?
if i ever slip,
i'll be banned 'cause i'm your garbageman.
well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'.
do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'?
do you understand?
i'm your garbageman.
yeah, somethin' from the garage and down the driveway.
now get outta your mind and get outta my way.
now do you understand?
do you understand?
louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why?
you gotta beat it with a stick.
you gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
you gotta live until you're dead.
you gotta rock 'til you see red.
now do you understand?
do you understand?
i'm a garbageman.
aw, jump on and ride...
yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps.
one half hillbilly and one half punk.
big long legs and one big mouth.
the hottest thing from the north to come out of the south.
do you understand?
do you understand?
woo, i can't lose with the stuff i use,
and you don't choose no substitutes.
so stick out your can 'cause i'm your garbageman.
louie, louie, louie, lou-i the bird's the word and do you know why?
you gotta beat it with a stick.
you gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
you gotta live until you're dead.
you gotta rock 'til you see red. now do you understand?
do you understand? do you understand?

all right, hop off.

I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
One look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my face

Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidence arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung

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It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

And now you find yourself in 82
The disco hotspots hold no charm for you
You can't concern yourself with bigger things
You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings

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And when your looks are gone and you're alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambition you remember well

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