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IF
YOU TRY IT YOU REPEAT
If you try it you repeat
If you repeat you get addicted
And when you are addicted
You no longer stop, you no longer stop because…
Paddle tennis is cool
The fashionable sport
The passionate sport
What a fad!
If you get injured
Bad luck, champ!
Patience and grit your teeth
Down with sadness!
When you return to the court
“What a rush!”
Losing or winning, who cares!
If you had a good time, because …
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Pedro Hoyuelos
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Pedro Hoyuelos, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, voices and choruses
Joseba Gotzon, acoustic guitar and vocals
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GLAMOUR
Although the clothing
is no panacea
eloquence and decorum
always please one's eyes.
Be it hot or cold
do not disdain glamour
give your girl
a top or some trousers
the sexier, the better
and if it is folk
even better.
seduction does not address the
seduction cannot be bought
a tempting look
can be a big story
of etiquette,
or romance adrift
a denuded boutique
or dreams without an umbrella
Ah glamour, glamour
do not relaxing at
Ah glamour, glamour
do not undress yet
waits for me at night
where the waves die out
It is not size, it is not the credit card
it is not the brand, it is not the price
it is loyalty that never changes a
it is the word that is perfumed
it is beauty from inside
it is beauty outside
it is a smile in the mouth
it is a tender look
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Pedro Hoyuelos
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Pedro Hoyuelos, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, choruses
Joseba Gotzon, acoustic guitar and vocals
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PADDLE
TENNIS MAKES YOU LOVE IT
In a summer evening
sitting in the port
where the ships come in and sail out
laden with dreams
as I saw her in the kiosk
I got lost on her thighs
with her look, with her racket back
and her bare heart
Came over to kiss her
Her sweaty face
but a wave caught us
I offered to drive her clothes
we visited the sea
were illusions are born and die,
hopes and sadness
that leave but always return
Eyes showed her the nooks and crannies in the
rocks
the mysteries of the night
the magic of the moon
the morning's hangover
of my dreams soon vanished
in the empty glass of juice
with the silhouette of her lips
and who are now-dissected kisses
Since then I dream with her
I keep her photograph,
her racket and her miniskirt
in the end the walls of my soul
I now live hoped to paddle tennis,
I never saw her again in the court
I lost her fragrance, I lost her gaze
and the seesaw of her wave in my bed
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Mikel Errazkin
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, Electric and acoustic guitars
Mikel Errazkin,keyboards
Joseba Gotzon, acoustic guitar and vocals
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IN
BETWEEN FOUR WALLS
If you like to make me mad
don't continue sticking it in
don't laugh if you're doing well
because I'm getting angry
no honour is lost here
no lives are forsaken here
I only want to twin back to me
to my favourite feast
In between four walls
all sweaty
I get excited
when I see your suntan
the Pro Tour is coming
madness in summer
from Madrid
to the Mediterranean
with Northern winds
Southern winds
put on a cap
put on a hat
the sun is burning to
just like your job is
And if you don't give me a chance
I close down
enough of your boasting
my arm is shrinking
if you don't pass the ball
things will be clear
don't wait for me at the end
because I'm off to dance a mambo
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Pedro Hoyuelos
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, Electric and acoustic guitars
Pedro Hoyuelos, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, vocals y choruses
Joseba Gotzon, vocals
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PATIENCE
Paddle tennis is fire
paddle tennis is blood
and when I played
my veins swell
I have no patience
what a problem!
This is a passion cocktail!
This looks like love!
May fire and blood
not “burn out” your ideas
don't lose your head
control to patience
brief, relax,
cool down your playing
patience, patience, patience
defend, go there and smash it.
And when you miss
“don't eat your heart out”
a game can have many turns
so many that you lose count
and with patience
everything gets fixed
Patience, patience, patience
defend, go there and smash it.
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Mikel Errazkin
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Mikel Errazkin, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, choruses
Joseba Gotzon, Spanish guitar and vocals
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MY
ARGENTINA OF MY SOUL
If the soul does not exist
if the soul cannot be seen
if it has no voice
nor sound
tell me why doesn't hurt ?
tell me why do you feel it ?
tell me why doesn't speak and
suffer?
They say that in the game
the soul is reflected
and that the face
is in a mirror of the soul
if you give me two balls
for a doubtful one
you will have my smile
and the whole of my soul
If I don't have a soul, tell me what I love,
suffer, fight, sing and win with
I have no soul
that in this game I spend
the whole of my soul
If industry
there is not a soul,
paddle tennis Avenue
is crowded
however sad
your soul may be
you will forget it
in this court
Don't let anybody rob me
of the Argentina of my soul
don't let anybody rob me
of the friends of my soul
because I don't want to
sing that tune
“when a friend leaves
something in the soul dies”
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Mikel Errazkin
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, Electric and acoustic guitars
Mikel Errazkin, piano y keyboards
Guest singers: Fernando Belasteguín, Icíar
Montes, “Neki” Berwig, María
Silvela, Alejandra Salazar, Julio Alegría,
Alejo Alvarez, Aritz Garde, Miguel Medina, “Pitu”
Losada
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IF
YOU NOT HAVE COME AT THE BEST MOMENT
If you have not come at the best moment
because of the carburettors’ fault
if you have lost control
like the challenge without reason
give your moves do not produce results
like your accounts at the end of the month
give your eyes have betrayed you
like the gaze of someone who's not paying attention
give your heart bleeds defeat
like the wounds of the lover
if your head is blocked
like a padlock without ideas
Don't let yourself down
don't let them kill your aspirations
let them to seed dress in white
let intuition laugh at trouble
If it censures your talent
like discredited muses
if your veins swell
have a swim on the beach
is passion suffocates you
like an octopus in a discotheque
if you find no exit
in this luxury of a life
if today you are having a bad day
don't let them extinguish your laugh
if you take risks in the game
without touching fortune
Don't let yourself down
don't let them kill your aspirations
let them to seed dress in white
let intuition laugh at trouble
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Mikel Errazkin
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Mikel Errazkin, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, voices and choruses
Joseba Gotzon, acoustic guitar and vocals
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THE
SMALL BALLOON
If you feel trapped
at the end of the court
if you find no way out
and your neighbour is chasing
take her off your back
with the small balloon or a quick twist
take her off your back
without losing sight of her
With the small balloon is not enough
ball lobbing continues
don't hold back but a bit
and give her another small balloon
but if that is too much
my friend, you have stuck your foot in
don't worry, though worry
and sing with me
I like the small little balloon
the small little balloon drives me mad
my neighbour is jealous of me
because she does not smell it
because she does not use it
neither by day nor by night
If you feel trapped
at the end of the court
if you find no way out
and your neighbour is chasing
take her off your back
with the small balloon or a quick twist
take her off your back
without losing sight of her
If the twist turns out well
go up to the net as soon as you can
but if it is not enough
you will have to try a better shot once again
sometimes it goes in, others are does not
such as the game, the fund
don't worry, don't worry
and sing with me
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Mikel Errazkin
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Mikel Errazkin, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, voices and choruses
Joseba Gotzon, acoustic guitar and vocals
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ROUND
LITTLE DOLL
Don't stop looking at me
round little doll
every day to have a different name
and your box misleads me
when you are hairless
who are no longer the same
to go on to a better life
without even a farewell
don't stop looking at me
round little doll
don't stop looking at me
without your gaze I am lost
if you look at me I notice you smell
if you go away, you kill me
don't stop looking at me
even sideways
even if you have tantrums
even if you see the “monster”
don't stop looking at me
round little doll
If you do not look at me
if you are puzzled
if you are up on the moon
where have you got to?
if you don't look at me
if you don't love me
if you don't follow me
it is your loss
you will lose my attack
if you don't pay attention
when you realise
I will have gone
I am a round little doll
here to play with you
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Pedro Hoyuelos
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Pedro Hoyuelos, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, vocals
Joseba Gotzon, acoustic guitar and vocals
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PADDLEITIS
I can't sleep and I stay awake
leisure does not exist in my body
because leisure is this game
that does not let me sleep
I watch all the DVDs,
magazines and the Internet
and when I go on the street
I imitate a reverse swing
Play in the morning and in the afternoon
with sunshine, rain, wind or snow
I remember “Moña”
or “the Caribbean Manatee”
that smile that does not return
those snowy mornings
those gulps of air
those brilliant practical jokes
After coffee
I fool my partner
in the middle of the chat
into escaping from routine
I leave her there
she doesn't speak to me any more
she pouts
for a whole week
I have been to the doctor
to explain my case
he finds no solution
and after studying it
he has diagnosed
chronic paddleitis
there are more cases every day
it is an epidemic
Music and songs: Joseba Gotzon
Musical arrangements: Pedro Hoyuelos
Igor Telletxea, drums
Txema Garcés, bass
Xabi López, electric guitar
Pedro Hoyuelos, keyboards
Eva Sedeño, choruses
Joseba Gotzon, Spanish guitar and vocals
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THE
COOL SPORT
Paddle tennis is
cool
The fashionable sport
The passionate sport
What a fad!
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