My Best Friend Is Now My Worst Enemy

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Poison The Well - Nerdy

An Evening At Elmwood - Secrets

A song with lyrics originally from Got Some Purple Stuff... by Sydney

I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye
[chorus] 
Fight all the pain that brings you down
I've got a lot of things to tell you now
It's just pathetic cause I try to make sense
You're not getting it
Such a sad sound (such a sad sound tonight)
Don't you dare put up a fight!
Such a sad sound (such a sad sound tonight)
You know the worst part was your right!
I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye
She took me outside
Led me to the alley
Spouted some shit I never really could understand
I just swear that I never wanna see you again
It's alright, I'm alright
I take it back now
You know i wanna see you again
I'm so sorry, said I'm so sorry
It's too late because we're never gonna feel it again
But you haunt me like a bad dream
I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye
It's the final chance, final vision
I heard she said she's got her problems
But she's only 17
It's that final glance towards perdition
And I know she's got her problems
I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye. GOODBYE

Got Some Purple Stuff...

🎤 Malas Juntas – Los Citripios
Disco debut. Manifesto. Grito barrial con distorsión.

En un país donde la cumbia se cruza con el punk y el Obelisco cabe en un bolsillo, Los Citripios lanzan Malas Juntas, un disco que es más que música: es un test de resistencia emocional para pibes que sueñan entre laburo, estudio y partidas de Free Fire.

Nacido en el conurbano profundo, criado a base de yerba reciclada, Internet robada y paredes con humedad, este álbum es la bitácora punk del pibe honesto, el que no transa, pero tampoco la tiene fácil.

Con coros que remezclan cánticos peronistas, samples de actos, voces de madres que marchan, y riffs que podrían haber salido de una fábrica cerrada en los 90, Malas Juntas le pone melodía a la lucha sin corromperse.

🧨 Pistas destacadas:
Malas Juntas (Himno): el grito colectivo de los que no encajan en ningún lado pero siguen juntos.

Barrilete Cósmico: el único tema que se atreve a mezclar a Diego, el Potro y el Gabo en una letra.

Lobby Basura: ataque directo a la clase política deluxe y los influencers reciclados de think tank.

Obelisco en el Bolsillo: porque ser porteño no es un privilegio, es un trauma con vista al microcentro.

👥 ¿Quiénes son Los Citripios?
Una banda ficticia pero peligrosamente real. No tienen disquera, tienen birra. No tienen manager, tienen un vecino que “sabe de audio”. Toman colectivos llenos y vuelven con ideas. Tocan en centros culturales okupados, en actos escolares y en tu corazón si está lo suficientemente roto.

🌟 ¿Qué es Malas Juntas?
Una carta de amor a los amigos de toda la vida.
Una puteada elegante a la meritocracia.
Una radiografía de la juventud gloriosa, aunque no figure en los rankings.

Si lo escuchás y no te mueve nada…
Capaz te moriste y no te avisaron.

Got Some Purple Stuff...

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