Playlist del aburrido parte 1

Otra de las bandas capitalinas de este compilado. O tortuga hacen punk urbano y se han presentado en foros importantes de la Ciudad de México. Ya hablamos de ellos en algunas ocasiones en nuestro sitio web.

Puedes conocer más sobre su música y su proyecto aquí:
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O Tortuga - Tatiana

Tú Y Mi Amigo_Demo

Una grabacion de dos canciones en vivo, cortesia de EME producciones, 

Pololos - friedzone en vivo, Rancho foclclorico, feria del buen vivir

girolamo ft. BMO (prod. Aleja)

si hay un temblor
en la distancia que propones entre los dos
es un sueño

si salgo solo
y hay un precioso color en el cielo
te quiero

tú eres un tesoro para mí
y no lo encuentro
y no lo encuentro
el tesoro
lo busco
pero me perdí
lo busco
pero me perdí
lo busco
pero me perdí
lo busco
pero me perdí
lo busco
pero me perdí

idea sobre que tú eres un tesoro para mí

cabellos de oro

Cabellos De Oro - demo

michael cera - buen cariño dan ft Karl Neudert

una maquetita tuja de un bebé que hice mientras viajaba por los mares buscando al jaguar shark que se comió a mi mejor amigo

la tarde naranja

Sometimes I feel like we all carry little stories inside us —
moments we’ve lived, people we’ve loved,
tucked away like letters in a drawer.
And then, out of nowhere — a smell, a sound, a song —
opens that drawer again.
Suddenly you’re right back there, in a place you thought you’d left behind.
Some people say, “Let the past stay in the past.”
But I don’t think it ever really leaves.
It just hides for a while,
waiting for something — or someone — to wake it up again.
My new song is about that moment —
when memory comes alive,
and you realize: everything you’ve been through
is still part of who you are.
The song’s called “Don’t Let the Stories Sleep.”

“Don’t Let the Stories Sleep”

Verse 1:
I still recall their faces,
the streets where we would run,
the smell of summer raindrops,
the song we used to hum.
Time has softly faded
those pictures from my mind,
but sometimes just one moment
brings them all to life.

Chorus:
Don’t let the old stories sleep,
they’re part of who I am, and they run so deep.
They carry my laughter, my courage, my tears,
they’ve shaped my heart through all these years.
What once lay behind still lives in me,
hidden maybe, but it’s part of me.

Verse 2:
Some will say, “Just let it go,
the past is dead and gone.”
But one small sign, one scent, one song
can pull me right along.
Then I stand beside that river,
and see myself in light,
see faces long forgotten –
but they’re still inside.

Chorus:
Don’t let the old stories sleep,
they’re part of who I am, and they run so deep.
They carry my laughter, my courage, my tears,
they’ve shaped my heart through all these years.
What once lay behind still lives in me,
hidden maybe, but it’s part of me.

Bridge:
And when I’m old, I’ll write it down,
for those who’ll stay when I’m not around.
Maybe then they’ll see who I’ve been,
how close the past still lies within,
even after all these years.

Final Chorus:
Don’t let the old stories sleep,
they’re part of who I am, and they run so deep.
They carry my laughter, my courage, my tears,
they’ve shaped my soul through all these years.
And when I look back now, I know somehow:
Time moves on – but memory stays –
like morning dew.

(Lyrics & Music by Gert Holle – 27.10.2025)

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Don't Let The Stories Sleep - Gert Holle - 271025 - Ulfa


We played our games on idyllic streets
We had no cause to complain
No complex melodies
No strange backbeats
The air was sweet with smoke and sugar cane

We played our games on old fashioned streets
Before our wild hearts were tamed
No complex melodies
No fake breakbeats
Only good vibrations rippled through our veins

As the years roll by the memory spins and purifies
sweeps away the deadwood days and nights
Drink the bottle dry
The memory spins and purifies
The whisky mist descends and lullabies
Gives me Rose Iris Eyes

We played our games on idyllic streets 
Soundtracked by exile on main
No complex melodies 
No strange backbeats 
Nobody ever cause nobody pain

As the years roll by the memory spins and purifies
sweeps away the deadwood days and nights
Drink the bottle dry
The memory spins and purifies
The whisky mist descends and lullabies
Gives me Rose Iris Eyes

We made our games on idyllic streets
a simple three chord refrain
No complex melodies
No strange backbeats
I hope my children get to feel the same

We played our games on idyllic streets 
Soundtracked by exile on main
No complex melodies 
No fake backbeats 
I hope my children get to feel the same (repeat)

I hope one day my children get to feel the same



Rose Iris Eyes

The picture of rock and roll drawn by a five year old with a box of old crayons.

take it easy

Quédate conmigo

Single

Tal Vez - Planetario

Frucola frappe

Matinales

"no te sentirás bien con tanta cafeína"

te pregunté si estabas bien
siento que estás de mal humor
te doy un bosque siempreverde
que pueda renacer en flor

y me preguntas si estoy bien
no estoy bien, pero estoy mejor
a veces dudo de mi mismo
pero no dudo de tu amor

yo no sé si podré ayudarte
si solo nos encontramos en desfaz
pero puedo estar de tu parte
y algún día lo mismo que yo verás

florecerás

y si aún no estás bien
quizás te falte el calor
podemos bailar una pieza
si me concedes el honor

yo no sé si podré ayudarte
si solo nos encontramos en desfaz
pero puedo estar de tu parte
y algún día lo mismo que yo verás

florecerás

no hay nada en mi mochila 
a nadie le sobra dopamina
y tengo mis problemas por doquier

y encontré en la cafeína
lo que no hallé en mi familia
y ahora a nadie más voy a perder

Matinales

☆FRUCOLA FRAPPÉ☆

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chinchulino yts rhlm 24/7

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