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Esta semana he recuperado el genial Songs about fucking de los Big Black. Es un disco que supone un doble placer: el que se obtiene mientras se escucha y el que se disfruta cuando termina.

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Big Black – He’s a whore (1987)

I see the face
Got a face you could stop a clock
With that face I’m sure to let it stop
To look her in the eyes
Dead mother’s mm??
Like jewels so un-mm??
She’s still so close to my reach
If I call, if I call at all

Anytime at all, anytime at all,
anytime at all, anytime at all
So the story goes
If thou take her for a ride
With his moneybag by my side
She’d be knowin’ it’s the only way to
So I show my face
And I can hear her face smile
But I left her inside of a mile
‘Cause I can tell she’s a joke,
she’s a joke, she’s a joke
So the story goes
He’s a whore — I’ll do anything for money
He’s a whore — With the
things you like to eat
He’s a whore — Well, the stories I could tell
He’s a whore — And I’m a moron as well
I’m a whore — He’ll do anything for money
I’m a whore — Because he goes anywhere
I’m a whore — He’ll do anything for money
I’m a whore
And so the story goes
I think I’ll take her for a ride
With his moneybag by my side
And she’d be knowin’ it’s the only way to go
Ohh, whoa, ohh

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