Name: La sed (nos volvimos laberintos) by Lázaro Cristóbal Comala
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: Disco completo de Lázaro Cristobal Comal

Norte: Grabaciones de Archivo (2013)

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Mezclada por Ricardo Acasuso en Topetitud
Masterizada por Marco Ramírez en Sonic Ranch, Texas

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Mezclada por Pablo Muñoz
Masterizada por Francisco Holzmann en Clio Mastering

Arte y diseño por Mila Belén e Ignacio Wong
Modelo: Sofía Maltés Urbina

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Nos parieron en cadena,
nos dijeron insolentes.
Nos marcaron los bolsillos, dibujaron nuestros cuerpos,
somos de un equipo de futbol.

Los dibujos japoneses,
mostraban tanta violencia.
Nos vendieron cigarrillos a pesar de nuestros cuerpos
y perdimos la virginidad.

Un día seré, un tipo mayor,
tantas rabias en mi mente.
Un día seré, un tipo mayor,
nos bañamos en bencina
y partimos a quemarnos al centro, centro.

Nos dijeron señoritas.
Tienen que tener verguenza.
Todos miran, todos miran, nuestra hermosa casa vieja
y sólo nacimos en 1990.

Un día seré, un tipo mayor,
tantas rabias en mi mente.
Un día seré, un tipo mayor,
nos bañamos en bencina
y partimos a quemarnos al centro, centro.

Nos parieron en cadena.
Nos parieron en cadena.


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Disco completo de Lázaro Cristobal Comal

La sed (nos volvimos laberintos)

Dedicated to the teacher from Tucumán, Argentina, who was sanctioned for speaking her mind—a deeply unjust situation in a context where our president insults citizens who disagree with him by calling them "mandrills." While he dismisses those who think differently, he himself, his sister, and his officials are under investigation by Justice for corruption cases involving cryptocurrencies and bribes, which have deprived cancer patients and people with disabilities of vital medication, in addition to arbitrarily firing workers and dismantling the Argentine state to hand over our resources to foreign interests. This song is for her and for all teachers who instilled in me values of integrity, critical thinking, and love for knowledge during my studies. Thanks to all those teachers who inspired me to become a better student, poet, and person.

She was a chemistry teacher,
I still remember her, tough and sincere,
She gave me a zero on an exam,
Because she saw me cheating without shame.
And thanks to that wound to my pride,
It was a book that opened the doors for me.

She didn't swear allegiance to flags,
She went to science like wood goes to fire,
I remember her firm and just,
Hungry for truth, a complete teacher.

But these are no ordinary times,
It's a return to the seventies,
With screens that watch in secret,
With cellphones that betray the teacher.
They caught her talking about a rotten government,
And what did they expect? When not even bread is guaranteed.

They call teachers lazy,
While they teach with empty pockets,
But she was the one who paid the sentence,
With her work, with her entire life.

The matter is, she lost her job,
Because of a government of bribetakers,
Where even the shoemaker's out of work,
Where everyone behaves like a traitor.

The matter is, she lost her job,
Because of a government of bribetakers,
Where justice kneels down
And the whole town stays silent out of fear.

The matter is, she lost her job,
Because of a government of bribetakers,
Where even the shoemaker's out of work,
Where everyone behaves like a traitor.

The voices shushed under a government waving foreign flags


Antes, que los espíritus despierte de ansiedad
y marchen por la tierra.
Respondamos a los instintos que nos quiebran,
tomemos aire, tomemos un respiro y…

Si puedo convencerme de esto, no tendría que elegir jamás.
Libremos a las tempestades, las voces que rugen acá.

Vamos al volcán, vamos al volcán ahora
vamos al volcán, a sacrificarnos ahora
vamos al volcán, los días se acabaron
vamos al volcán, vamos al volcán ahora

Antes, que los espíritus se levanten, se levanten
antes, que los espíritus se levanten, se levanten

Vamos al volcán, vamos al volcán ahora
vamos al volcán, a sacrificarnos ahora
vamos al volcán, los días se acabaron
vamos al volcán, vamos al volcán ahora

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Producido por El Extraño
Gurú vibes por Elia
Grabado, mezclado y masterizado por Chelo Suarez en Fantasy Lab
Ilustración por Francisco Galárraga
Diseño: José Vergelín y El Extraño

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