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Hola amigos somos the boo devils.

Bienvenidos a noble arte del rock and roll.

Ohhhh! If I were you, would you treat me like that?

Ohhhh! Do you think you’d take it back?

Cos in the verge of chaos, we played cat and mouse

And maybe I’m the pig and honey you’re the dirt

Ohhhh! Should we stop and take off your skirt?

And sounds old It tastes like old

It shines like gold And feels like old, old, old skulls

Ohhhh! Why should we still pretend? Ohhhh! That this face-to-face comes

to an end And it will be all right, I’m not

fuckin’ afraid A simple case of mess,

a hopeless moon turned red Ohhhh! Cos right now we’re

headin’ to bed And sounds old

It tastes like old It shines like gold

And feels like old, old, old skulls And it will be all right, I’m not

fuckin’ afraid A simple case of mess, a hopeless

moon turned red Cos in the verge of chaos, we played

cat and mouse And maybe I’m the pig and honey

you’re the dirt Yes, in the verge of chaos,

we were the cat and mouse I bet some games will never end

And sounds old It tastes like old

It shines like gold And feels like old.

Move your hips, shake your soul Praise the Lord for Rock N’ Roll

Put on your dress, comb your hair

Cross that door and ask for more

You met the guys they always seem to know

How to put a smile, no matter what’s gone wrong

Share some beers and hear the same old songs

Cos you know, they know, show must go on

Have some fun, break their hearts,

All you want tonight has green lights

Tell some lies, steal his car, If you hurry you’ll never get caught

You met the girls they sometimes tend

to show Their darkest sides, three backstabs

In a row, spit some venom and dancing all nite

long cos you know show must go on

Ohhhh! You know, they know Ohhhh! You know, they know

Show must go on... Yeah! You never know, right?

A beer Another

So much to Discover

I think It has been

Too much booze! A whisky

Not risky Please don’t you

Play tricksy This time your

Poor heart yells Too much booze!

Some roses, 4 doses.

Red Bull just For posers. Now let your Mouth cry.

Too much booze!. A Jäger.

It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright!

It’s alright! It’s alright! flight took off at Vegas

Though-we-both-know final destination’s hangover

C’mon, boys! Let’s have a first class journey!

Let’s-give-some-real-shit to our wife’s attorneys.

It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright! It’s alright!

It’s alright! flight took off at Vegas.

Though-we-both-know final destination’s hangover.

C’mon, boys! Let’s have a first class journey!.

Let’s-give-some-real-shit to our wife’s attorneys.

Too much booze! Too much booze! Too much booze! Too much booze!

Too much booze!!

She used to play and laugh She used to sing and dance

But the demons came one night And her blonde hair

turned into flames. There was nuthin’ he could’ve done.

All what left was just this song.

He used to be a good man.

He used to play guitar But he sold his soul in hell.

And his foes rest in some well There was nowhere he could’ve gone.

He knows the Devil waits at home Johnny Rebel got a gun.

It wasn't any fun. He would like to live.

Without gunpowder in his teeth. She used to kiss and run.

She used to be the one, But bad men took her away.

All her blood turned into a stain There was nuthin’ he could’ve done.

All what left was just this song. He used to look like a man.

He changed guitar for a gun. And he sang his songs so well.

That his foes rest now in hell. There was nowhere he could’ve gone.

He knows the Devil waits at home Johnny Rebel got a gun.

It wasn't any fun. He would like to live.

Without gunpowder in his teeth.

Your eyes are sad and lonely, young girl.

Oh, my pretty little caged bird How deep.

must be the hole of your emptiness. To laugh at the wishing well?

A lady never flies, off the handle. A mother always.

carries the whole weight, Your young blood!

Your sweet dreams!

Your high noon! So it's done, Oh, yeah! Out the frame.

A woman out the frame! No lies! No rules! No pain!

Won't you ever love in vain? When did you feel it was the time.

To set up your darned heart out of date?

What made you stop believing in fairy tales?

Life’s not so far away. The summer days are over.

The good old times passed by The darkest night.

is coming, my wild at heart. Your young blood!

Your sweet dreams!

Your high noon! Walk away Walk alone.

Oh, yeah! Out the frame A woman out the frame!

No lies! No rules! No pain! Never love in vain...

Never love in vain... Never loved in vain...

Never loved in vain...

I am not your brother, I’m just someone.

that he just found.

What goes around, then comes around Please,

please tell my mother.

Tell my mother that she was right. I lost the game,

but it’s worth the fight Tell everybody we’re doin.

As long as the wind blows and the sun is shinin.

I beg my father. I beg my father to wash my sins.

The Lord, he couldn’t forget those things.

Tell everybody we’re doin’ fine. As long as the wind blows.

and the sun is shinin’ Tell everybody we’re doin.

As long as the wind blows and the sun is shinin.

Found out, found out my fate now.

Lied through my whole life, lay in my grave.

These words are true, they’re yours to take.

Time to put my hands down.

My heart is empty, my soul is clean. I couldn’t do any better,

if you know what I mean. Tell everybody we’re doin.

As long as the wind blows and the sun is shinin.

Tell everybody we’re doin fine. As long as the wind blows

and the sun is shinin’ Tell everybody we’re doin.

As long as the wind blows and the sun is shinin.

Mother, father, brother, mother, baby...

Mother, father, brother, mother, baby...

Mother, father, brother, mother, baby...

There’s a red hot, honeybee buzzin’ over my head.

There’s a red hot honeybee, buzzin’ over my head.

If I don’t take care, I think I’ll give up in a mess.

She comes to my loft hive, wobbling her big honey jars.

She comes to my loft hive, wobbling her huge honey jars.

I’m sure she’ll try to feed me. the whole weekend and so far.

It’s a sweet temptation to take a bath in her nectar pool.

It’s a sweet temptation to take a bath in her nectar pool.

I’ll have to give her all my pollen to feel her in a honeymoon.

O mummy, mummy! You should take me back home.

O queenie, queenie! You should take me back home.

If you hadn’t left me, I’d never try a new honeycomb.

Well, but don’t count on me on your honey-do list.

Don’t get tired buzzin’ on me I’m a honeydripper, and there’s.

plenty of bees Waiting for me to be honey pleased.

Buzz, buzz... Buzzin’ bop Buzz, buzz... Buzzin’ bop

Buzz, buzz, buzz... Buzzin’ bop Buzz, buzz, buzz... Buzzin’ bop

I’m the King bee, honeyed, I guess what are you looking

Why don’t you try my sting's honeydew before

you become a wasp, honey sucker?

Ain’t no buzzin’, no more lyin’ We’re on our way back home

It was crazy, there’s no denying But now all the party’s gone.

When some days back we took the trail It was a hell of a party.

It was all insane Sadly, we just lost our tone.

It’s really funny to think it now. When you’re on the road.

You see the world somehow. Suddenly you’re pretty fucked up now.

So get your ass in the van, this city is dead.

No time for sorrow No time for pledge.

The pretty girls, they went up in a dream

Hangover is tough Just keep the puke in your mouth

If you wanna be a rocker Leave your crying behind

Here it’s the long way back home. The long way back home!

Long way back home! Kick some ass now!

So get your ass in the van, this city is dead.

No time for sorrow No time for pledge.

The pretty girls, they went up in a dream.

Hangover is tough Just keep the puke in your mouth.

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Los conciertos de Radio 3 - The Boo Devils

15 feb 2017

The Boo Devils vienen a presentarnos 'The Noble Art Of Rock N' Roll', su tercer disco que supone la conquista de una cima expresiva que se intuye provisional y ratifica la imparable vocación del quinteto madrileño.

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