He compuesto la letra de una canción y quiero que opineis

[Problemático]

lalalá lalalá lalalá comemelá

No está mal ...

Aunque las canciones con contenido social nunca me han gustado demasiado.

 

[Sir Ringo Starr]

Brillante, qué contrastes, qué armónicos, qué talento, joven.

 

[Capitán Hediondo]

Demasiado reaccionaria, para mi gusto, aunque con el protools todo se puede arreglar, ¿verdad?

 

[cygnus_xa]

Re: He compuesto la letra de una canción y quiero que opinei

lalalá lalalá lalalá comemelá

Y en la cara B ¿qué vas a poner?

 

[Sr. Calcetín]

Me parece demasiado elaborada.

 

[Belcebú]

yo soy hijo del metal, y como descendiente de vikingos soy bardo en un 10% y poseeo habilidad hameling.


__:;:ahi va el tema:soy el hijo del metal, mi viejo es el acero y mi vieja una chapas,
Soy el descendiente de la ultima estrella del rockñ soy el enviado de acabar con el pop.

Soy el que pondra de moda las camisetas negras otra vez, soy el hijo de puta que te robo la moto el año pasado en jerez




heavy al despertar, cuando tomos mis especial all brans, y scucho vpaan halen mientras me hago pajas en la ducha....




pd_: es mazo cjhungo escribir y tocar surfin with the alien.

 

[Alekos]

En lo unico que coincido es que la vieja de este Belcebú se la chaparon por el culo y al cagarlo lo parió, menuda letra de mierda.

 

[gallegoX]

PLAGIO? :?

 

[Amish Tad]

Amish Paradise
by Al Yankovic (It is a parody of "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio with new lyrics by "Weird Al" Yankovic)


Lyrics:

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and turned the other cheek
I really don't care, in fact I wish him well
'Cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in hell
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a 'tude? You know that's unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies all I agree I look good in black... fool
If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears
We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare
We're just technologically impaired

There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Caruso
It's as primitave as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don't fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin' up the buggy, churnin' lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I'll raise another
Think you're really rightous? Think you're pure in heart?
Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art
I'm the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin' points for the afterlife
So don't be vain and don't be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might just have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We're all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There's no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you'd probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise

Yuck

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