Actually, there are good Spanish-language bands in all genres.
Miranda Warning, the "
Spanish Cranberries".
Si empieza a llover ("
If it starts to rain"):
Los restos del naufragio ("
The Remains of the Shipwreck", as a metaphor for a lost love and its nostalgia):
"(...)
She sits in the room
and talks with her shadow
about the days next to the sea
about the endless nights
about the wish to end
that emptiness
And she will always look for
the remains of that shipwreck
And she will always go back
to the lines of his portrait
She still clings to what he left
She creates her own reality
She avoids the pain
With the ghost that is still there
she walks in the garden
and talks with her shadow
(...)"
But let's see the masters:
Héroes del Silencio (literally "
Heroes of Silence"). Regarding public and critical success, they are probably the equivalent of U2 in the Spanish-language music.
Maldito Duende ("
Cursed Goblin"):
"I've heard that night
is full of magic
and a goblin invites you to dream
and I know that lately
I hardly had rest
and it seems I'm wandering.
Daybreak comes so soon
and I'm so lonely
and I have no regrets about yesterday.
Yes, the starts lights you up
and they serve you as a guide
you feel so strong
that you think
nobody can touch you.
Distances get shorter
hours pass by quickly
and this room doesn't stop shrinking
and so many things to say
so much speak floating around
if only I could escape from this place..."
Mar adentro ("
Out to Sea"):
"At last I've found the path
along which my steps will fall
And tonight love waits for me
in your lips
With every look, by God,
memories burned inside of me
But now, finally, I've rejected forever that rotten fruit
I'm in the prison of desire
And even if I should begin digging
the tomb that I know awaits me,
nobody ever saw me cry like this
Grant that a beautiful moment ends,
and that reality take its place:
To swim out to sea,
and to not be able to come back
I'm in the prison of desire,
with you..."
If you want something more cheerful, optimistic and energetic, my recommendation is.... .... ... jump!
Salta (
"Jump") was a hit by Argentine-Spanish band
Tequila from 1981 (and remastered in 2008). And it really makes you jump like a cat:
"I left home with a smile on my face
Today I've got up really happy
The morning sun brights in my face
A fresh breeze helps me to wake up
The city seems to be my friend
Today is my day and nobody's gonna ruin it
The girls in the corner laugh mischievously
I know what they want and I'm gonna give it to them
I say jump!
Jump with me!
I say jump!
Jump with me!
Jump!
Jump with me!
I go on my way without worries
People pass by and look down on me
But I don't care, it doesn't matter to me
Today I'm happy and I feel like jumping
I say jump!
Jump with me!
I say jump!
Jump with me!
Jump!
Jump with me!
Jump!!
Jump! Jump!
I say jump!
Jump with me!
I say jump!
Jump with me!
I say jump!
Jump with me!
Jump!..."
More jumping? OK:
Los Ronaldos. Not the footballers, of course,
though they played in Madrid too.
"
(...)
And at nights we'll do the same old thing
Because we like it and it's amusing
(...)"
Did you ever have a friend who was a pain in the ass? Didn't you ever want to call him an I-D-I-O-T ? Listen:
Has anyone mentioned
Fito & Fitipaldis? They have had much success recently:
"(...)
I would like to give you
always a little more than what I ask from you.
You know I will dream,
if you're not there, that I wake up with you.
You know that I want more.
I can't live with only five senses.
This sea keeps more and more sunken ships.
You are air, I am paper,
where you go I will go.
If I were left in the dark,
light of madness, come and enlight me.
Someone said once:
'Through the mouth the fish lives'.
And I am saying it,
I am telling you again.
Tell me why you ask
how much I've missed you,
if in every song I write, my sweetheart,
you are the accent.
I don't want a wandering star,
I don't want to see the aurora,
I want to look at your coke-coloured eyes.
You know I will dream,
if you're not there, that I wake up with you.
You know that I want more,
I can't live with only five senses.
This sea keeps more and more sunken ships.
You're not with me whenever I sing to you,
I make songs to be with you,
because I write just as I bleed,
because I bleed everything I write.
I've realized whenever I sing,
that if I don’t sing, I don’t know what I say.
Grief is dancing with Weeping,
and when it wants it will dance with me.
Life lasts only a short while,
and that's what I have to be with you,
to tell you what I never sing,
to sing you what I never say."
Quote:
Originally Posted by Molecules
Spanish is f*cking hot
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Hahaha
One more example of it, from the 90's:
"Tell Dad
that I left the town.
Tell the boys
that I'll never return.
I go in a car that I stole last night
from a smart guy who tried to get off with me.
It's a two-seat spyder,
it gets to 200 easy.
Tell Dad
that I left the town.
Tell the boys
that I'll never return.
On the highway, lines dance
like cabaret showgirls.
Road patrols
paint panthers in the hard shoulder.
Burn the skyscrapers,
burn the light poles,
and the fire trucks.
Burn the courthouses,
burn all the bars,
'cause I won't return.
Tell Dad
that I left the town.
Tell the boys
that I'll never return.
Truck drivers hang smiles
on the windshield when they see me.
I am the Princess of the highway
and even the cops kiss my feet.
I want to go very far,
almost, almost right to the end,
where no one gives advice,
passing the border
with a skull
tattooed in the glass.
I go in a car that I stole last night
from a smart guy who tried to get off with me.
I said 'I'm going for cigarettes, honey',
and once inside I hit the gas.
The silly cretin throw me a kiss
through the rear-view mirror.
Now the Moon spends the night
hearing my motor's noise.
Tough guys feel embarrassed
when crossing over my lane.
And in Heaven all the saints
are on my side and pray for me.
Tell Dad
that I left the town.
Tell the boys
that I'll never return..."
(Voy en un coche, Christina y Los Subterráneos, 1992)