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    3 each by four of the worlds best Folk Punk Bands! THE PORTERS, THE MAHONES, MALASANERS and THE JUDAS BUNCH.

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3 each by four of the worlds best Folk Punk Bands! THE PORTERS, THE MAHONES, MALASANERS and THE JUDAS BUNCH.

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released October 1, 2014

Recorded at Karma Studios (Spain) and Nobody Knows Studio (Germany)
Produced by Carlos del Pino & Elena Burdiel
Mixed by Carlos del Pino, Elena Burdiel & Arturo Reyes
Mastered by Mass Giorgini at Sonic Iguana Stusios (IN, USA)

Played by:

Carlos del Pino: voice, banjo, elec. & acoustic guitars, harmonica.
Elena MissBassPlayer: electric and acoustic guitars, ukelele.
Javier "Vicius" Cano: bass
Jordi Vila: drums

Miguel Fernández: fiddle in "Inmigrants", tin whistle in "For a pint",
Juan Acosta: tin whistle and flutes in "Rights"
Walter Cantero: mandolin in "Inmigrants"

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Track Name: Rights
RIGHTS
(Carlos del Pino, Elena Burdiel)

There are rights, rights for liberty
There are rights, rights for life
There are rights, rights for equality
And they should never die

No one shall be made a slave
No one shall be subjected to cruelty
I´m sorry but, ¿why Don't I believe?
Looks great on paper, looks like a lie to me

Where are the rights we were promised?
Why you shoot us as the enemy?
Didn’t choose you to be our tyrants
But to preserve what we have built
Through our effort and/ through our blood

It’s not fair, dear grandparents
Your pensions are filling their accounts
By the time we get old enough
A red pill will be our reward.

No rights for the way you told me
To start to walk alone
No rights for the way they told me
I´m not useful to the firm, no more

Where are the rights we were promised?
Why you shoot us as if we were the enemy?
Do not choose for you were of our tyrants
Just to manage what it costs us so much to win
But you stole and let people die

It’s not fair the way we’re feeling
So abandoned, so unsafe, so insecure
They smile watching us bleeding
Let’s stand up, fight for our rights
Track Name: Inmigrants
INMIGRANTS
(Carlos del Pino – Elena Burdiel)

She walks along the market street with her head held high
Six months ago she came to town and still feels like a stranger
After all, she didn´t want to leave, the reasons were clear
The parting was hard as could be; she misses so many things.

An empty fridge, an empty room are all the friends she’s made
She’s spent indoors the whole weekend watching the rain pour
She worked so hard, she sacrificed and saw her dreams slip away
Found no support, no chance to stay, was offered no open door

Useless diplomas signed by the King on the wall of her parents house
Inmigrants, we will all remain. Forever it will be around

Starting-up was as hard as usual; too many coffees not so many tips
She looks like the natives but her accent soon betrays her.
Not so long ago she met a boy and it seems that everything goes okay
She tells him of the sun in Spain and when things were going well

On her way back to her flat the night has caught her by surprise
As the sun starts to set she feels her mood begins to rise
She’s doing great, has met new mates, loneliness is drifting away
Day by day and things progress, joy is coming back to her heart

Useless diplomas signed by the King on the wall of her parents house
Inmigrants, we will all remain. Forever it will be around
Track Name: For a pint
FOR A PINT
(Carlos del Pino – David Sheilds)

Jameson, Powers, Paddy, Tullamore Dew,
Don´t care which you give me, and may the Lord bless you,
John´s off the wagon, Pat´s with someone´s wife,
The barmans sweating bullets and it´s only Monday night.

CHORUS:
Monday, Tuesday, wednesday, good nights for a pint.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, guaranteed a fight,
Sunday off to mass again or so thinks herself,
Pints of porter, lots of shots, she´s gonna give me hell.

Working hard to pay the bills, the creature my escape,
The misses in my ear again, promise won´t be late,
Creeping through the hallway, trying to see the time,
And there she is waiting, oops I´ve crossed the line.

All know drink´s the demon and also our best friend,
Through all strife and trouble, it´ll be there at the end,
So rise your glass tall and high and say the drinkers prayed
´bless you father for this paint and all who worship her´

CHORUS:
Monday, Tuesday, wednesday, good nights for a pint.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, guaranteed a fight,
Sunday off to mass again or so thinks herself,
Pints of porter, lots of shots, she´s gonna give me hell.