PRIVATE PROPERTY (THE WATER SONG)

On an interstellar cloud
Millions of years ago
Before the solar system
In the outer space
A vital essence at a molecular state
Would give life on a cellular level
And it is the pillar of biodiversity
In oceans of hydrogen, oxygen and a pinch of salt

Flowing, the water
The rivers are water, private water in the country of mountains and sea

From glaciers in the mountains
Through sacred valleys they flow
Streams that wash the mineral
Hydrometallurgical leaching
Waste that goes to the sea

Which is private property
Water rights you don't have
If you want, you have to pay
Although it is contaminated
By private companies
Public is the environmental damage

Fumigation, monocultures, transgenic
The profitability outranks sustainability
And there is pesticide in my salad

Multinationals in conflicts with the locals
Industrialism over the traditional craft
And there is copper and cadmium in my empanada

Grim concessions, bidding and committees
Bad policies due to conflicts of interest
And the wars for water are at my feet

Millions of liters in the high seas
In clouds they have evaporated
Until they condense again
And by gravity precipitate
And return to the ground

And by permeability
In underground layers they shall circulate again
Or will accumulate by capillarity
It is the cycle of the hydrosphere
Which gave birth to humanity

Because we are made water
Which is privatized by a handful of individuals for their own use
For everyone there is no water
Because privatization has given them the rights and they want the water in perpetuity

A.- Hydroelectric, dry wells, agribusiness, mining, environmental damage, monocultures, toxic substances, fisheries, piscicultures, heavy metals, kill the biosphere.

B.- Hydroelectric, dry wells, agribusiness, mining, environmental damage, monocultures, toxic substances, fisheries, piscicultures, conflicts of interest and salmon farms, heavy metals: Arsenic, Aluminum, cadmium, copper, iron, stevia, toxic lead, electrical companies, mining, fishing companies, fish farms, they dry underground layers and destroy our land.

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CRICKETS ON THE TABLECLOTH (THE EARTH SONG)

Earth, before the immortal and artificial Gods of good and evil
Green jungles you walked
Silent valleys where I heard you,
I existed

Wings in the sun, tails in the wind
Howls lost in fictional forests
Link from soil to cement
Sad construction of an age without light

Seas saw how mortals
With commercial criterias
Transformed the thicket in garbage dumps
Metals cut with crimson frenzy

In captivity an agonized, aphonic cry
Extinction: tragic, magical silence
A land on fire
A dead planet
Blind overpopulation
Negotiated its suffering
In violent times
Forgotten Roots
Hidden herds
In silence the elements await

Earth, after the properties, societies fell
And temples of power
Today, wetlands whispers
Through silent valleys
With water in unevenness
Crickets on the tablecloth / picnic blanket
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MINUETS AND CHRISTMAS CAROLS (THE GARBAGE SONG)

Briefcase and cigarette, with a modern haircut and slim fit pants
Throws the cigarette butt and with his fashionable shoes, steps on it and goes down the hall

Of the department store with no specific need
But consumption is happiness
He immediately buys what is cheap
Accumulates devices/items without responsibility

And that life that he fakes
That ignorance encourages
Kills him in slow motion
A lie with a mask
Our heritage, a fallacious progress

There are no cigarette butts in the garbage
Poor and intellectuals pollute equally
A dead whale, a selfie posted on social networks

Aspirational, transgenic and residual society
In the river a bird eats from a keyboard or a doll,
A broken cell phone is the legacy of a decade

There are no opinions that provide solace
No creature is safe
Billions bury their aspirations in trash

Products created to fail by children across the sea
Purchased in a shopping mall by people socialized to not think
On a plastic island
Floating in the Antarctic’s thaws
Where swim thousands new, yet obsolete objects
Gifts between minuets and Christmas carols

Inside the family’s nucleus
But buying is polluting
They sell us “haute couture” garbage with an invoice that we cannot pay
And all those cigarette butts
Thrown out the window
Poisoning all the shores of lakes and seas
In a brutal and vertiginous funeral

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CARACOL (SNAIL)
In a garbage dump
Of shimmering waters
Who one were capital
Sleeps a snail
Between drowned mansions
Silenced goodbye songs
Without armed ambitions
Private nations of action
Opens his house
With some lost retinas
After years of a cold hibernating sleep, leaves its shell
Behind a silver trail
Stray looks to the light
Through stacked vertebrae
Screens, scraps and a cross
In a spray painted cathedral
Where an unconventional forest grows out of control
Lives a snail
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THE TRACK OF PROGRESS

Slowly, it arrives on time at the station
The train of the present with promises to society

Seat overbooked
More people than tickets
Despite the train being full
Passengers keep boarding

There is no room for this crowd
But to this coffin they climb of their own free will

Shattering everything in its path
Excessive greed
On the track of progress
Travels the train of failure

To a broken bridge
Despite prior notice
People ignored it
As well as the State

On schedule
It arrives with brutality at the station
The train of death with sentences for society

Seats overbooked
More people than tickets
Despite the train being full
Passengers keep boarding

There is no room for this crowd
But to this coffin they climb of their own free will

(Acoustic)
To the darkness
Iron tracks/rods fall regularly
Reality: This is where the train tracks end
The first class plead for mercy
But gravity does not discriminate

The train falls: Some run to the last car
The train falls: The prayers to the are useless
First class passengers demand for salvation
But extinction does not discriminate
Here ends this song because of overpopulation

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OVERPOPULATION

On two feet he rose
And to cultivate, use fire
The wheel he learnt to use
With reason more than strength

The specie proliferated
A planet without coins or owners
But with greed and superstition comes ignorance and fear

From fear to betrayal, lies, ambitions
Fear is repression, religion and punishment

Crosses, crowns and chains arrived
Whips and swords, hierarchies and sentences
We classified and divided ourselves, we duped each other
And in the darkness we fell, we reproduced ourselves

Like chess pawns
For cannon meat
With priorities upside down
No one here asks for forgiveness

Overpopulation
By the Ignorance in the information age
My truth your opinion
In a prayer
In line in a mall, or in an alley
No one cares about your addiction
Because you are alone in this overpopulation

He discriminated against minorities
Here progress is synonymous with excess
And majorities are spoiled with reason
Because here rules the pe$os

Representativeness of a nation that has no remedy,
Sinking below the waterline, described by fear

That governs with precision, motivating the population, depriving us of reason, through radio and television

The screens and multinationals have arrived
Junk food and virtual services
Citizens became customers
Insatiable and obedient consumers

To the dogma of power
From a world with price and no worth
More profit Sir, please
No one can recognize

As such, In overpopulation, democracy is a contradiction
The inertia of an error
Overexploitation
Of a planet without the right to an opinion
A profitable extinction
Under our unequivocal approval

In Overpopulation, we witness our self-destruction
Live and with the best connection
To the international crisis
Where I find myself an activist through social networks
With quesillo (fancy cheese) and whole wheat bread, acceptance we seek in overpopulation

Loneliness in overpopulation
Of the culprits in Overpopulation

On two feet he rose
And to cultivate, used fire
The wheel he learned to use
The reason more than strength

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THE FLOWERS OF EVIL

With a fragile gesture like a look, that seeks a hug from a father who he/they will never have
Describe another temporary space, not this sad reality
A train that arrives at another terminal

No to this loyalty
To this slavery
Result of the inertia of the crowd

I bet on evasion
On curiosity
Of my dreams in another truth

Tell me how old you are
Although your words still sleep
The rivers and the wind also speak softly

And when you can't see anymore
And the day will need to heal
Will come the night, a distant friend

With a gentle gesture like a caress, he doesn't find the hand of a son he shall never have
He describes a path in solitude, with nostalgia remembering the scars in the dark

A disease ready to multiply
Like plastics thrown into the sea
Determination against an affliction
An escape to overpopulation

Tell me why you are so sad
If it's a wound or a melodrama
Smiles come after tears

And when you shall grow up and find
The book of happiness, and you’ll want to read it
You will wake up from the sleep

With a fragile gesture like a guitar that searches in gray pages for the flowers of evil
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SCREENS (THE CELL PHONE SONG)

A new version of an old invention has arrived
For the plastic, practical and tactile public, no connection required
We must thank Graham Bell, Turing, and Daguerre
This miracle that is a game console like icing on the cake

And if I press this button I’ll share my information
And in cat portraits my skills as an altruist and feminist artist
And as I like modeling, and I am popular, because I also know how to cook, in forums they ask me to talk about my personal life on the radio and in the morning TV show

I update my profile picture, change my marital status
My existence within the matrix: A happy face
And so I can relate being anywhere

In the classroom, at the table, at the cinema, in bed, on the beach
I live through a screen
That tells me what to see, how to think, what to say
And if it breaks or fails me
I take it to the technician and ask for a discount and if there is no replacement I fix it with a tutorial

And through an application I can buy my ticket
For the show of the moment there are no better seats
A nice investment
And thanks to modernity and my 8k camera
I can see the concert as if it were the real one

And while I publish my successful videos on my wall
I accept countless friend requests from hospital
Through my channel that went viral
When it became official that I take a prescription for my rehabilitation because I have depression

In class, at the table, at the cinema, in bed, on the beach
I live through a screen
That tells me who to be, what to eat for lunch
And if I lose or fail
And if there is a suicide in the shopping mall how do I take a selfie and upload it to the social network

I live through a screen
That tells me how to be, and who to vote for
And if the World War III breaks out
I take a good measure at once, I order a hamburger with fries and a drink and I watch the end of the world on my cell phone

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PUPPETS

The same bad ideas have brought us here
They talk about moving forward, using the same promises I’ve already heard
Time is running out, but we have no place to go
And there is no going back, because the road has come to an end

And there are more mouths to fill
That's why we have to cut trees
More forests where we cultivate ignorance
Inertia makes it inevitable
Harvest violence and abuse of power

Those who should take care of us, dupe / Those who should take care, dupe us
Those who should protect us, chain / Those who should protect, chain us
Those who should govern us, assassinate / Those who should govern, assassinate us
In the sunlight, In broad daylight

Through euphemisms we live in freedom, and it is our joy to buy and maximize the employer's profits at the cost of the life of a nation that hides behind this broken but well-made reality

Who are these puppets, with sinister conflicts of interest
That seduce the parishioner, dead the huemules and condors
And they talk about sovereignty in the flag they emphasize
But they kiss the feet to the emblem with acronym in English

Extinction is a weapon loaded with gold that time shoots and we all suffer

With the same bad beliefs that brought us here
They talk about progress by begging for the same sermons I’ve already heard
And time is running out but we have no place to go
And there is no going back, because this road has come to an end

And there are pockets to fill
That's why we have to burn
More forests where multinationals explode
The lie of “inexhaustibility”
Harvesting Death
Under your complete knowledge

Those who should take care of us, dupe / Those who should take care, dupe us
Those who should protect us, chain / Those who should protect, chain us
Those who should govern us, assassinate / Those who should govern, assassinate us
In the sunlight, In broad daylight

Those who should take care of us, shoot/ Those who should take care, shoot us
Those who should protect us, poison / Those who should protect, poison us
Those who should govern us, assassinate / Those who should govern, assassinate us
In the sunlight, In broad daylight

Behind euphemisms we live in freedom, and it is our happiness to buy and maximize the employer's profits at the cost of the life of a nation that hides in this broken reality but well made up with euphemisms
With euphemisms we lived in freedom, and it is our inability to deal with the truth