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How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. Bob Dylan Well I never kept a dollar past sunset, It always burned a hole in my pants. Never made a school mama happy, Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Always took candy from strangers, Didnt wanna get me no trade. Never want to be like papa, Working for the boss evry night and day. The rolling stones	Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. The Beatles Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love. There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy. There's nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time It's easy	go johnny go go johnny be good He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh an engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strummin' to the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they'd stop and say Oh my but that little country boy can play CHUCK BERRY acostumbrado, equivocado no veo el cielo, está nublado apareciste sin que te buscara nadie, no esperaba encontrarte ahí tal vez tu risa no tenía sombras, no tenía cara fue todo lo que ví me prestaste un beso me prestaste calma me prestaste todo lo que me faltaba tenés la receta justa para hacerme sonreir y todo el tiempo sabés lo que me asusta sabés lo que me gusta estar con vos me robaste el cuerpo me robaste el alma ya es tuya la voz con la que antes cantaba me quitás el sueño me quitás el habla pero si estoy con vos no necesito nada NTVG Justo ayer me di cuenta que solo es cuestión de plata mientras diez ventanillas cobran una sola es la que paga De como piensa la gente a veces la diferencia es tan grande que parecen seres de alguna otra tierra Y que me dicen de esa casa sola que se ve desde un avión quizá en la soledad no haya dolor de pensar, de pensar en nada LEON GIECO La memoria despierta para herir a los pueblos dormidos que no la dejan vivir libre como el viento. Los desaparecidos que se buscan con el color de sus nacimientos, el hambre y la abundancia que se juntan, el mal trato con su mal recuerdo. Todo está clavado en la memoria, espina de la vida y de la historia.

	Wake up and turn me loose For the rain is falling Got to have kaya now For the rain is falling Im so high, I even touch the sky Above the falling rain I feel so good in my neighbourhood, so Here I come again Got to have kaya now Feelin irie i BOB MARLEY Could you be loved and be loved? Dont let them fool ya, Or even try to school ya! oh, no! Weve got a mind of our own, So go to hell if what youre thinking is not right! Love would never leave us alone, A-yin the darkness there must come out to light. Could you be loved and be loved? Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved? (the road of life is rocky and you may stumble too, So while you point your fingers someone else is judging you) Love your brotherman!
Por amor soy capaz de subir al cielo, hoy Y con mi guitarra escribir tu nombre en él. Aunque el mundo hoy se destruya, Por el odio, o la maldad, La intolerancia, la injusticia O por la fuerza militar. RESISTENCIA SUBURBANA estás conmigo / estamos cantando a la sombra de nuestra parra / una canción que dice que uno sólo conserva lo que no amarra / y sin tenerte, te tengo a vos y tengo a mi guitarra hay tantas cosas / yo sólo preciso dos: mi guitarra y vos / mi guitarra y vos DREXLER