Notes taken from BLACK RIVER READING PLAN of the proposed made for high school in 2010.
Censorship especially pointed to the Argentine artists, from iconic rockers such as Luis Alberto Spinetta, Charly Garcia or Leon Gieco, to folklorists politicized Horacio Guaraní, Ariel Ramirez and Cesar Isella. "I like the pit" to Spinetta, "Friday 3:00 a.m." Garcia or "Love Song for Frances" and "Tema de los Mosquitos" Gieco, up the long list. Most striking are the prohibitions of the melodic and depoliticized Sandro, Palito Ortega Cacho and Chestnut.
dictatorship which left 30,000 missing as bodies human rights, relaxed the control of the spread of Argentine songs in the media, from the war with Britain over Falklands (1982), when he banned music in English.
These are some of the songs banned
• "Face cheat, bum eyes" (Cacho Brown)
• "Free love ( Camilo Sesto)
• " Chamarrita of milico" (Alfredo Zitarrosa)
• "Tunes Manuel Rodríguez" (Vincent Bianchi and Pablo Neruda)
• " My Moon" (Manolo Galván)
• "Scrooge Barrio Norte" (María Elena Walsh)
• "Companion me" (Alberto Cortez)
• "Just yesterday (Moris and Pipo)
•" My (Nicola Di Bari)
• " Mining Blood "(Horacio Guarany)
•" wire triumph "(Carlos Di Fulvio)
•" Comrade "(Charles Aznavour)
•" Heap "(Catullus Castillo)
•" Cross of Light "(Daniel Viglietti)
•" Bésame love "(John Lennon and Yoko Ono)
•" Take your mother "(Queen)
• " You think I'm sexy?" (Rod Stewart)
• " Little Superman" (José Luis Perales)
• " The song of fools" ( Katunga)
• "Raise your flag " (Ariel Ramírez)
| Words and Music: Leon Gieco Old loves are not, the illusion of those who lost, all promises to be, and that in any war fell. Everything is kept in memory, dream of life and history. The deception and complicity of genocide that are loose, clemency and endpoint the beasts of the inferno. Everything is kept in memory, dream of life and history. memory awakens to strike asleep peoples who do not let them live free as the wind . The missing being sought with the color of their births, hunger and abundance that meet, the mistreatment by his bad memory. Everything is stuck in memory, spine of the life and history. Two thousand eat for a year with the cost of one minute many military would no longer be slaves for the price of a bomb into the sea. Everything is stuck in memory, spine of the life and history. Click memory until they bleed, peoples and the tie not let go free as the wind. All the dead from the AMIA and the Embassy of Israel, the secret power of arms, looking justice and not seen. Everything is hidden in memory, shelter life and history. was when the churches were silent, when football was ate everything, parents and Angelelli Pallottines left their blood in the mud. Everything is hidden in memory, shelter life and history. memory bursts to overcome peoples the crushing and not let it be free like the wind. The bullet Chico Mendes in Brazil, 150,000 Guatemalans miners facing the gun, student repression in Mexico. Everything is loaded into memory, weapon of life and history. America souls destroyed, killing boys squad, Mugica torture of every city, dignity of Rodolfo Walsh. Everything is loaded into memory, weapon of life and history. memory aims to kill the people that are silent and do not let fly free as the wind. Charly García You can ride in a limousine cut flowers garden you can change the sun and hide if you do not want me. You can see sunrise caviar from a hotel and you have a little love to give. Moving from bed to living closure feel going from the bed to the living. You can jump from a springboard to break a record Skid you can get a goal, you can take your moon heaven can be a great champion play in the selection and you have a little love to give. Moving from bed to living closure feel going from the bed to the living. Oh no no no no no vibration even live in the world of cinema no signs of something that lives in me. I'm going from bed to living closure I feel going from the bed to the living. Crazy Train Order 000, 418 Sweepstakes Order 001, 754 Sweepstakes Order 002, 845 Sweepstakes That morning I woke up a few funky numbers rumbling And without even realizing You were a new soldier Many dreams were cut Other diverged Suddenly you enrolled in a ship And I heaped military service, give me yuck! love of country! Take your weapons! To kill! Where is the enemy? I deleted? What changed? A serious ball was Among officers, corporals, sergeants and lieutenants They have enemies! And they have opposite are lefties, fucking, heads And especially, black balls Take up arms, love of country. Kill! Order 019, 727 Sweepstakes Order 020, 419 Sweepstakes No enemies, no banners, no boundaries Lieutenant, the slogan is: Kill everyone! spent the long, long time: By the blood of the colimba Carrasco came to nothing But in my mind still the lingering memory of the kids Falklands, missing Poor forgotten, the survivors ... Soldiers were rewarded with a shot chapita That morning, when I raffled Your days are numbered with those fucking numbers tied you life to a distant destination, a strange country forgotten In a cold mud, dough bodies April 2, national black day ... Sometimes when I look at this life Turned and no values \u200b\u200b me want to escape I look back and forth trying to find responsible for? " Beasts of the process ideals burned books Besides Benedetti Cortázar and took us to the '82 war nothing to rescue, only to count bodies. | Lyrics: Leon Gieco / Music: Luis Gurevich dignity Upholding Peoples defeated, opening roads between sleep and horror, are giving birth lot more life in which truncated Forever young we look at the photo of yesterday and today. And tomorrow will fire burning in the feet forgetting, silence and forgiveness. Van jumping puddles all pain that bled, scattering faith, Mother of Love Many are the saints of God behind bars and so many murderers to enjoy this sun All screams bounce between voiceless. Silhouette and cathedral bells and clock. And tomorrow will covering his eyes to heaven not to return to mourn Van across this destination between ignorance and value light in the darkness, the Mothers of Love DINOSAURS Charly Garcia neighborhood friends may disappear; the songs of the radio may disappear. Those in the newspapers may disappear; the person you love may disappear. Those in the air can disappear into thin air. Those in the street may disappear in the street. neighborhood friends may disappear. But dinosaurs will disappear. I'm not quiet my love, today is Saturday night, a friend is in jail. Oh, my love! world disappears. If heavy, my love, bring all that lots of luggage in hand, Oh, my love! I want to be light. When the world throws down is better not to be tied to anything. Imagine dinosaurs in bed. ARGENTINA Sound Dirty Sometime ago time ago, here was all wrong, humble slave, could not breathe, could not go to the corner, because I had a Falcon, all disappeared never heard anything. was a see Argentina. Military on the streets, military, at home, military, church, military, where fences, punished people tortured tortured all they disappeared never heard anything. was a see Argentina. Vos spoke against them, as I heard scream, saw your eyes in the mud, your parents crying , hearing the shots, throughout the morning, all disappeared never heard anything. There a see: hell Argentina, Mori a look: In a hell in Argentina. Charly García bomb Buenos Aires No we can not defend. The kids in my neighborhood are hidden in the pipes to heaven spy wear helmets, curries mambos listening to Clash. I'm afraid the blond now not to whom shall I fear later. Terror and distrust games by TRANs by the gray bellies, by the desire for the rancid cribs cribs to If you want to listen to the BBC even want us to do at night and if you kiss me once, can I get on your car. But do not bomb Buenos Aires. I do not want the world Cinzano not lose faith I have I treparte but nothing happens I can not even eat a steak and feel good. The Ghurka is progressing old TV still the heads of the boys take whiskey the rich while the workers do mass in the Plaza like the time like the time If you want to listen to the BBC but we do want night and if you ever kiss me, I may be rush to your car. But do not bomb Barrio Norte! | only ask of God the pain I am not indifferent, that dry death not find me empty and alone without doing enough. only ask of God wrong that I am not indifferent, not slap my other cheek after a claw has scratched me this way. only ask of God that war I am not indifferent, is a big monster stomps All the poor innocence of people. only ask of God that deception I am not indifferent, If a traitor can do more than a few, that those few do not forget easily. only ask of God the future I am not indifferent, Hopeless is the one to go to live a different culture. only ask of God that war I am not indifferent, is a big monster stomps All the poor innocence of people. The Twist, Pipo Cipolatti was a Saturday night had silver and hot I said old Aprovechá 're young and went to the cinema to see a horror I went out, hailed a taxi, and went (there). I went in Esmeralda Sarmiento and bought a pack of pills Renom in that I feel that a man called me back when I realized that there were six very well groomed, well dressed and with a Ford (green). We a building and behaving quite correctly subjected me to a brief interrogation that lasted nearly four hours and a fraction - made too late, they said - no collective ... - Stay! (Please). Three days live with them in a good way, I said: Go! me back my shoelaces and my belt of them had not asked them why he left ... promised me it secured ... They repeated ... - We'll meet again! Violators beautiful land of peace, love and warmth Football Beautiful People, roasted wine and so is the Argentine people. Censorship old and obsolete in films, magazines and comics. Festivals and boring Concheta where the fun is lost. Suppression around your house Repression in the kiosk at the bakery Suppression Suppression 24 hours a day. Weeks long sacrificed Hard work pays little Unemployed nothing happens where you are, beasts, the desired equality? Pizza Repression Repression Repression bakery cafes Repression, I do not want Suppression Suppression Repression Saturn Pluto Uranus Repression Repression in the Sun Los Fabulosos Cadillacs Someone tell me if you have seen my husband asked the lady called Ernesto and has forty years working as a laborer in a car business dark shirt and trousers wearing clear night out and has not returned and not because they think this before I had passed. three days I've been looking for my sister called Altagracia like Grandma left work for school was wearing jeans and a white shirt not the boyfriend, the guy is at home do not know it the police or the hospital. Someone tell me if you have seen my son is studying medicine called Augustine and is a good boy is sometimes stubborn when he thinks have stopped, do not know what strength striped shirt, white pants passed before yesterday. Clara Quiñones called my mother she's a good soul and does not interfere with anyone it have been a witness on a matter which is nothing more me and I was to surrender this afternoon and now I saw not know who took the barracks. Last night I heard several explosions and gun shots from a revolver fast car, brakes, screams echo of boots on the street touches of door gods complaints, broken dishes were giving the soap opera that is why nobody looked pa ' out. Ostrich. Where to go missing in the water and looking in the bushes and it is disappear because we are not all equal and when he returns the missing whenever he brings thought it is called by pressing emotion disappeared inside. |
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