First argentinean on the board?
JLR
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Hello everyone, this is Jorge from Argentina. Brand new on the board. And no, I'm not the real Jorge Lopez Ruiz (wish I wash)Anyway, I'm glad I came to the right place for vinyl nuts. Hope to trade some records with y'all. Sorry for my "text-book" english..... 
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welcome...and thanks for my new location
Please mail all mint copies of Bronca Buenos Aires to my address...
Peace
h
By the way, Gelbard himself told me that the reissue sounds better than the original. Go figure.
I love "Jorge Lopez ruiz 5" on Ten records.
Can you find me a copy of "jazz band de free"??
Seriously, "Ego" is not than common.
Can you send me all your records?
Thank,
NB
heya, This record has dialog/spoken word over the music right? I got the US release on Catalyst (called "Amor Buenos Aries") and there is no dialog; it's just the instrumentals with the choir.
Is there an argentenian press without the dialog?
you win a door prize
free braekz
plaese to send psych and jazz
thanks,
M
The spoken word parts are what makes it so cool! What is dude saying, anyway...
h
From whatmusic site:
The Poems in English
The empty city
First movement
First there were the daggers
and then came the outskirts
and all the bitterness of
the hard-men on the wane
between a card game
and some casual death
someone had promised.
All the immigrant angers arrived
and they brought history and legend
they spread their slang through the streets
and little by little took possession of the language.
And then the clubs disappeared
bars snuffed out like candles
people began to rush their wine
and someone said ???love???, at a street corner in the town centre
and they forgot about tango and the old fashioned hard-men.
Then, then
the city came to be inhabited by voids
no one talked anymore like before
the sound of horse & carriage stayed in the Palermo district
and rumours came the neighbourhood was dying.
Now nobody remembers anymore
but they say the bandon??on
is deeply rooted in Buenos Aires
a guitar going milonga in the harsh Pompeya neighbourhood
and the stabbed hunger of the proletarians.
Tales
Second movement
If I could I would tell you stories
about ghosts
about a death haunting
deep inside
about a love I once had
and don???t have anymore
about a casual dream
about daily anger
about this hunger for life
and all the fears
I possess.
If I could
I would try to make you a tale of the world
to touch the skin of each person
to talk to you, taking my time
and to tell you about this love of eyelids
I am looking forward
to telling you, if I could,
of my desire.
There are many things I don???t understand
sometimes I miss Buenos Aires
I have permanent bouts of loneliness
I suffer from the night
and the few friends I have
go around pulling long faces
because they say
they were born disconnected from their land
and this fatherland of theirs was founded
by immigrants from other shores.
Amor Buenos Aires
Third movement
I entered you as though I were a warm afternoon
we made it through the dusk
amidst slow hugs
we groped for the wine
spilling it around and drunkenness arrived
but afterwards, afterwards
came the lengthy silences
silences as though stabbed
or stabbing us.
When the night came
we swore secrets
and kissed each other???s lips
with the newest saliva
from then on
I go out in the company of the darkness
and send you the agreed signals
???It came over us, the river???
that was like saying:
???the wind has yellow fragrances???
???the colour of air is violet???
or ???Tuesday is the third day of the week???
I make up my mind to admit to you:
I don???t know how to live with myself.
I don???t know how to live
and we don???t know.
In our throat
dry saliva hurts
but little by little we age
our flesh
and we come around to hatred
though our origins are in love
and we are failures
permanent transients
walkers in this fear
of mine??? of ours.
Bronca2 Buenos Aires
Fourth movement
Then came violence
the arrival of unbounded anger
slowly they got used to it
and nobody had the courage to dare
fears invaded the city
leaving a trail of melancholy and nostalgia
compliance with the fears slowly became a way of life
afterwards
afterwards other men came
and love became a place beyond the law
someone had the courage
and the anger
to stand up, and with his raised fist
to bring out all the anger and the impotence
But in came loneliness
loneliness
and time slowly ran out.
???I HAVE THE COURAGE!???
SOMEBODY SAID
AND SHOUTED LIKE HIM OVER THERE
LIKE US
LIKE ALL OF YOU
NOW!
NOW!
VIOLENT ANGER BROKE LOOSE!
DAMN!!!
perhaps...but the backing music aint too shabby on it's own. Especially Relatos
Dude it's "Argentine", not "Argentinean" rep your country proper.
I guess whatever you say goes, as you're a native, but even then it should be spelled Argentianian if at all.
A little help with your "text-book" English from a text book asshole.
Where in Argentina are you?