Recorded in may 2003, at "Factoría Records"
Sound engineer, sound concepts and master: Sebastián Ruiz
Drums recorded at "SuperGaucho"
Produced by Sebastián Ruiz and Argies
Executive production: Feier Mettel Records & Combative Records

All the ARGIES' lyrics were written in spanish except "Surfin' USA"

Fake reaction
(David Balbina)

It's an expansive wave coming toward you
That causes addiction to you
Emotional misbalance
It tames you like an animal
Each pupil will expand
Each sense will be your treachery
One foot in the street will push you
A big announcement claims for action
Light fire to your reaction

A great deal is your will
In the need to shout your truth
That scream that was silenced
Was not means of conspiracy
Light fire to your reaction

Manipulated people will be shown on TV

It can destroy institutions
Perfecting the original plan
Fixed cameras in the crossroads
No runaway will avoid the frontal crash
Chords of the reaction begin to sound
The operation is operating
Light fire to your reaction

Manipulated people will be shown on TV
Light fire to your reaction
People are united.

Vox populi
(David Balbina / Gustavo Pankozo)

In the corner, at the bar, in your job
Oh! Give your voice away
In your room, in loneliness, in your fears
Oh! Give your voice away
In cockney or slang, in your language
Oh! Give your voice away
Niger, white, vandals...
Oh! Give your voice away
To the nuts, to the gay, to the godless thief
Oh! Give your voice away

Though you are intoxicated in alcohol, or have had a bad day
Oh! Give your voice away
If you are worn out or the police stopped you
Oh! Give your voice away
If you are ousted by a judge and the night becomes cold
Oh! Give your voice away
If your girlfriend had an abortion in secret and law is your enemy
Oh! Give your voice away

When you don’t count for anybody
When you have no more faith
Oh! Give your voice away
In black and white or in words
your sound will be echoed
guitars will be weapons
Oh! Give your voice away

If you found god in the street and he mortgaged your life
Oh! Give your voice away
If technology puts you pressure o the migra is after you
Oh! Give your voice away
Though you are intoxicated in alcohol, or have had a bad day
Oh! Give your voice away
Though you are intoxicated in alcohol, or have had a bad day
Oh! Give your voice away

In the corner, at the bar, in your job
Oh! Give your voice away
In your room, in loneliness, in your fears
Oh! Give your voice away
In cockney or slang, in your language
Oh! Give your voice away
Niger, white...
Oh! Give your voice away

An idea
(David Balbina)

When silence grants consent
your creation will have no chance.
When the way is different,
who is sleeping doesn’t resist tentation.

Lust for languages
vomiting slogans, harming the imagination.
A remote cause gives a breath
and a beat under control.

An idea lives under control.

In the warmness of luxury,
lies seduce perfection.
It’s the song I listen,
in every beat I feel pression.

An idea lives under control.

In the air, the truth:
it can be confusing, it can be turned away,
it can be demanded, it can be developed,
it must be defended, it must be breathed.

When silence speaks
the ground is shaked, voices given by the wind.
When silence pricks,
what burns is called truth.

It’s the song I listen:
there is no time nor condition.
In the song I’m searching
there is a beat under control.

An idea lives under control.

Nicaragua Sandinista
(Fermín Muguruza – Iñigo Muguruza) adapted by David Balbina

Wake up,
shoot,
the gringo
is in your house.

Gringos in Nicaragua.
So much gringos.
Sebastiana, the midwife
is around here.

And you brother, drinking there,
speaking about little fights in the bar,
don’t be gachupino, gachupino huevón,
‘cause in your land the revolution is calling you!

Nicaragua Sandinista!
Viva México Zapatista!

Gachupino huevón:
You are a son of the great bitch.
You don’t want to realize that...
Nicaragua is...
Sandinista!

Cannibal America
(David Balbina)

Hey! You don’t know where you are, who you are
Looking for an identity, you walk towards a dream
Hollywood attractions blind you
You are part of the equation latin = cannon fodder

Hey! A volcano, a coffee plantation was left behind
It hides in a place of your memory
New airs suffocate you with prosperity
And a road to the north, the final lash

Cannibal America
Hey! What? With no documents you are illegal here
But I... I’ll be... I’ll be your welfare!
Hey! What? There’s a job that will put you in rule
Be a soldier, a gladiator... and my security.

In the town’s church you’ll be remembered

Hey! What? You can see where is your dignity today
It was left behind long ago in the tropic
Cannibal America

The mistake
(David Balbina / Ale Siniestro)

They always want more, more every day
Haven’t we given all you were looking for? No.
Your reason is missing, your passion is missing
Getting an unthinkable point is missing
What I believe, what I see today is mine
I won’t be useful for you, cause I’ll never surrender
I’ll never do it. Never.

In every corner we are rebellion
Where we always act as villains
We are the worst, We are “the” mistake
But what does the Order give you instead?
What I believe, what I see today is mine
I have to wake up and avoid the surrender
I’ll never do it. Never.

Fighting inside yourself
Looking for a direction

Another prison
(Gustavo Pankozo / Ale Siniestro)

Today I woke up in a very strange prison,
I hear no screamming, I smell nothing, I’m paralized
and I can hardly see.
There was no judgement, I don’t remember when I arrived.
And now I sit down and think about my past,
I don’t feel my skin.

An eternal and cruel panishment.
In this uncertain darkness.

I don’t want to assume my death.
It seems that I’m just conscience
from which I cannot scape.
I have died, so what? I left many things undone.
I don’t need to pretend I’ll survive no more.

My death, hard death.
I don’t deal with madness anymore.
I’m drawning now with no doubts.

Normally, It would be said this was all a dream,
but nothing seems recognizable anymore.

Surfin' Usa
(Berry / Wilson) adapted by David Balbina
 
Wherever someone fires
accross the USA
everyone will be a soldier
or from the CIA.
Camouflage on their faces
turning off their thirst.
A bushy-bushy blond hairdo,
they kill for USA.

Searching the sea in Grenada. -Inside-outside USA-
Tour and safari in Vietnam.
Mulata and Tropicana.
White sand without salt.
All over Manhattan
I cried one morning.
We'll swear revenge against you
killing for USA.
 
We'll plan your road
crossing the blue sea.
Crescent moon on the waves.
We won't wait for the light.
I've seen countries without surfers
but I'll be ok.
Tell the teacher we're killing,
killing for USA.
 
I'll perform infinite justice.
I born to be Semi God,
and although my body get tired
I will cling to my rifle.
¡Oh, give me your glory
and at least I'll dead in peace!
Everybody's gone killing,
killing for USA.

Everybody's gone surfin –Surfin' USA.
Everybody's gone killing –Killing for USA.

How did you wake up today ?
(David Balbina)

“Good morning my country,
Radio AM transmitting,
... how did you wake up today?”
“Our country is burning, sir!
... it wants no more pain,
it doesn’t want to see the sun today”.

December has started rarely, putting the thermometer on fire.
A bitter tango razed the silver sky city.
“Today is the 20th -the radio said- and the pressure is rasing.
A rumor has been spread, a silent shout of union.

Ghosts of Tienanmen Park, of Bastille, will reappear.
Along a one way road, their plan is riding.

Double-quick step.
The word of command rumbles “no one will cross”.
The situation forces: to be or not to be.
Saints, judges, gods doubt of what they are watching.

Innocents are marching and they wonder:
Why things have to be like this?
Those who keep still lace up those who are searching.
Why dou you keep still? Why are you suffering?

And although I saw people crying –opposite emotions-
... martyrs will sow roads of peace.
I saw pavilions blowing in the wind. It was solely romance.
It was a mockery for the bullets employed to make history bleed.

On mondays
(David Balbina)

So many years living a treachery
With a rope around your neck
Trying once to leave the life run
The impossible can reach you.

Challenge is reborn at dawn
The cruel arrogant hell to be tamed
Devastating the hours, the sun almost asleep
illuminates the wall when crossing

and they laugh showing their teeth
and they laugh so as not to cry
crying secretly...
new happy years will come back

the road recognizes every step
you are paying you personal punishment
trying once to cut monotony
mondays always make you remember

and they laugh showing their teeth
and they laugh so as not to cry
crying secretly...
new happy years will come back

The essence to be lost
(David Balbina / Ale Siniestro)

Everything seams alike
Nothing to be discovered
Or is it to annoy?

Time passes, desires stay
And less chances to choose
The secret is to never lose...
Never loses the essence when leaving

Break the radio if rock is not playing
Break silence, make them listen your beats
Break the rules, they are not for you
Neither for me. They are not for me
How long does decision last
How much costs a bullet for you

Each day we lose something,
But don’t let it be your final election
Though a guerrilla may be a record poster
That costs less than a criminal bullet
Break the radio if rock is not playing
Break silence, make them listen your beats
Break the rules, they are not for you
Neither for me. They are not for me
How long does decision last
How much costs a bullet for you
How long does rebellion live

I would like your presence
(Seguridad Social)

I would like your presence,
to have you by my side,
I don’t want to talk about the future,
I don’t want to talk about the past.

I don’t want to talk about those children
who are so helpless.
I don’t want to talk about the war
I don’t want to talk about the unemployed people.

I would like your presence
to have you by my side.
I don’t want to talk about the fight
if we aren’t ready.

I want to find a road
that is not muddy.
I don’t want to talk about the homeless,
I don’t want to talk about the slave.

I don’t want to speak but I do
and I’m begining to get tyred
of simple good intentions
receiving nothing in return.

I would like your presence – I don’t want to turn your back to this.
I would like your presence – Take it seriously.
I would like your presence – No more words please!
I would like your presence – Let’s search a solution.
Let’s build a way -- I would like your presence
with decission and courage -- I would like your presence
without having in mind -- I would like your presence
to reach the end.