Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Club de fans de John Boy, artist - Love Of Lesbian. Album song 1999 (o como generar incendios de nieve con una lupa enfocando la luna), in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Club de fans de John Boy(original) |
Todos los raros fuimos al concierto |
Del gran telépata de Dublín |
Media hora antes invadimos el metro |
Yo iba obligado y tú en éxtasis |
Y tanto os daba ocho como ochenta |
A los fanáticos de John Boy |
Frente al estadio ya cantabais sus temas |
Primeras filas vuestra obsesión |
Decíais que John Boy era boreal |
Algo ambiguo y de infancia gris |
Sinceramente yo lo detestaba hasta morir |
La luz se desmayó, «¿con cual van a empezar?» |
A ti te daba igual, dijiste: «acertará» |
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!! |
Como es posible que haya estado en tus infiernos |
Es imposible, no, misterio |
Y quien tuviera su don |
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro |
No lo conseguiré, saber más de ti |
Yo no soy fan, otro fan de John Boy |
Odio a John Boy, tu odiarás a John Boy |
De aquellas masas era el gran insecto |
«tiene poderes» llegaste a decir |
Creo que lleva media vida huyendo |
Quizás le pasa lo mismo que a mi |
Había expandido su emisión global |
Desde Lima hasta Reykjavík |
Y sin embargo a quien tenía cerca no podía transmitir |
Mirada universal de alcance personal |
Me hipnotizó por fin con su verso letal |
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!! |
Como es posible que haya estado en sus infiernos |
Es imposible, no, misterio |
Y quien tuviera su don |
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro |
No lo conseguiré, nunca sabré |
Si yo no tengo su don |
Si yo no tengo su don |
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy |
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy |
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy |
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy |
(translation) |
All of us freaks went to the concert |
Of the great telepath of Dublin |
Half an hour before we invaded the subway |
I was forced and you in ecstasy |
And I gave you eight as well as eighty |
To the fans of John Boy |
In front of the stadium you were already singing their songs |
First rows your obsession |
You said that John Boy was boreal |
Something ambiguous and of gray childhood |
Honestly I hated him to death |
The light passed out, "which one are you going to start with?" |
You didn't care, you said: "it will be right" |
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!! |
How is it possible that I have been in your hells |
It's impossible, no, mystery |
And whoever had his gift |
It would be possible to know you more inside |
I won't get it, know more about you |
I'm not a fan, another fan of John Boy |
I hate John Boy, you'll hate John Boy |
Of those masses was the great insect |
"has powers" you came to say |
I think he's been on the run for half his life |
Maybe the same thing happens to me |
It had expanded its global broadcast |
From Lima to Reykjavik |
And yet to whom he was close he could not transmit |
Personal Reaching Universal Gaze |
He hypnotized me at last with his lethal verse |
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!! |
How is it possible that he has been in his hells |
It's impossible, no, mystery |
And whoever had his gift |
It would be possible to know you more inside |
I won't get it, I'll never know |
If I don't have your gift |
If I don't have your gift |
And now I am, and now I am, I am |
And now I am another fan of John Boy |
And now I am, and now I am, I am |
And now I am another fan of John Boy |