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Setlist y lyrics Twenty One Pilots Lollapalooza 2016, Argentina

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  1. Heavydirtysoul (0:00)
  2. Stressed Out (3:02)
  3. Guns For Hands (7:20)
  4. Polarize (11:25)
  5. We don't believe what's on TV (15:40)
  6. Lane Boy (20:10)
  7. Holding Onto You (25:47)
  8. Ride (30:40)
  9. Tear in my heart (36:20)
  10. Car Radio (40:28)
  11. Trees (46:25)


1. "Heavy Dirty Soul" letra

(...) Can you save my heavydirtysoul?

Nah, I didn't understand a thing you said,
if I didn't know better, I'd guess you're all already dead.
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch,
saying stuff like "you only live once".
You've got one time to figure it out,
one time to twist and one time to shout,
one time to think and I say we start now.
Sing it with me if you know what I'm talking about.

Gangsters don't cry,
therefore, therefore I'm
Mr. Misty-eyed, therefore I'm.

Can you save, can you save my,
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save, can you save my,
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, (uh!)
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, (uh!)
can you save my heavydirtysoul?

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit. [x2]

Can you save, can you save my,
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save, can you save my,
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, (uh!)
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
For me, for me, (uh!)
can you save my heavydirtysoul?

Can you save, can you save my (save my),
can you save my heavydirtysoul?
Can you save, can you save my (save my),
can you save my heavydirtysoul?

2. Letra de "Stressed Out" canción de Twenty One Pilots

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
but now I'm insecure and I care what people think.


My name's Blurryface and I care what you think.
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think.

Wish we could turn back time
to the good old days,
when our momma sang us to sleep
but now we're stressed out.
[x2]

We're stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
how come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it, try to sell it,
never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one.

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
same clothes homegrown, a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam.
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My, my, my name's Blurryface and I care what you think.
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think.

Wish we could turn back time
to the good old days,
when our momma sang us to sleep
but now we're stressed out.
[x2]

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
we would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away.
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
saying "wake up, you need to make money".

(Yo!)  [x2]

Wish we could turn back time
to the good old days,
when our momma sang us to sleep
but now we're stressed out.
[x2]

Used to play pretend,
used to play pretend,
money.
We used to play pretend,
wake up, you need the money. [x2]

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
we would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away.
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
saying, "wake up, you need to make money".

(Yo!)

Wish we could turn back time
to the good old days,
when our momma sang us to sleep
but now we're stressed out.
[x2]

3. "Guns For Hands" lyrics

I know what you think in the morning,
when the sun shines on the ground
and shows what you have done,
it shows where your mind has gone.
And you swear to your parents
that it will never happen again.
I know, I know what that means, I know.

That you all have guns,
and you never put the safety on,

And you all have plans
to take it, to take it,
don't take it, take it, take it.

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
but I can't, but I can't when you all have
guns for hands, yeah. [x2]

Let's take this a second at a time,
let's take this one song, this one rhyme.
Together, let's breathe,
together, to the beat.
But there's hope out the window
so that's where we'll go.
Let's go outside and all join hands,
but until then you'll never understand...

That you all have guns,
and you never put the safety on,

And you all have plans
to take it, to take it,
don't take it, take it, take it.

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
but I can't, but I can't when you all have
guns for hands, yeah.

¡Hey! [x16]

Lla, da, da, da, da [x4]

We've turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition,
I must forewarn you of my disorder, or my condition,
'cause when the sun sets, it upsets what's left of my invested interest,
interested in putting my fingers to my head.
The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids
fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this.
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music,
Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.

4. "Polarize" Twenty One Pilots letra

My friends and I, we've got a lot of problems.

You know where I'm coming,
from though I'm running to you,
all I feel is deny, deny, denial.
I wanted to be a better brother, better son,
wanted to be a better adversary to the evil I have done,
I have none to show to the one I love,
but deny, deny, denial.


Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me down.
Those stairs is where I'll be hiding all my problems.
Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me out.
My friends and I, we've got a lot of problems.

Polarize is taking your disguises,
separating them, splitting them up from wrong and right.
It's deciding where to die and deciding where to fight.
Deny, deny, denial.

I wanted to be a better brother, better son,
wanted to be a better adversary to the evil I have done,
I have none to show to the one I love,
but deny, deny, denial.


Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me down,
Those stairs is where I'll be hiding all my problems.
Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me out,
My friends and I, we've got a lot of problems.

(La, da, da, da,
La, da, da, da)
We have problems
[x2]

Domingo en fuego, I think I lost my halo.
I don't know where you are,
you'll have to come and find me, find me.
[x2]

(La, da, da, da,
La, da, da, da)
We have problems
[x2]

Help me polarize, help me polarize,
help me out.
My friends and I have problems.
[x4]

(La, da, da, da,
La, da, da, da)
We have problems
[x2]

I wanted to be a better brother, better son
[x3]

5. "We Don't Believe What's On TV" lyrics video

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

We don't believe what's on TV
because it's what we want to see.
And what we want, we know we can't believe,
we have all learned to kill our dreams.

I need to know that when I fail you'll still be here,
'cause if you stick around I'll sing you pretty sounds
and we'll make money selling your hair.

I don't care what's in your hair,
I just wanna know what's on your mind.
I used to say, "I wanna die before I'm old",
but because of you I might think twice.


Yeah, yeah, yeah! [2x]

What if my dream does not happen?,
would I just change what I've told my friends?
Don't wanna know who I would be,
when I wake up from a dreamer's sleep.

I need to know that when I fail you'll still be here,
'cause if you stick around I'll sing you pretty sounds
and we'll make money selling your hair.

But I don't care what's in your hair,
I just wanna know what's on your mind.
I used to say, "I wanna die before I'm old",
but because of you I might think twice.

I don't care what's in your hair,
I just wanna know what's on your mind.
I used to say, "I wanna die before I'm old",
but because of you I might think twice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah! [x3]

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 
oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, 
oh, oh, oh, oh, [x2]

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Letra de "Lane Boy"

They say "stay in your lane, boy, lane boy",
but we go where we want to.
They think this thing is a highway, highway,
but will they be alive tomorrow?

They think this thing is a highway,
if it was a highway
we'd have a tempo change every other time change,
'cause our minds change on what we think is good,
I wasn't raised in the hood,
but I know a thing or two about pain and darkness.
If it wasn't for this music, I don't know how I would've fought this.
Regardless.
All these songs I'm hearing are so heartless.
Don't trust a perfect person and don't trust a song that's flawless.
Honest,
there's a few songs on this record that feel common,
I'm in constant confrontation with what I want and what is poppin'
in the industry.
It seems to me
that singles on the radio are currency.
My creativity is only free when I'm playing shows

They say "stay in your lane, boy, lane boy",
but we go where we want to.
They think this thing is a highway, highway,
but will they be alive tomorrow?

I'm sorry if that question I asked last
scared you a bit like a hazmat,
in a gas mask.
If you ask Zack,
he's my brother, he likes when I rap fast,
but let's back track, back to this.
Who would you live and die for on that list?
But the problem is
there's another list that exists 
and no one really wants to think about this.
Forget sanity,
forget salary,
forget vanity,
my morality.
If you get in between someone I love and me
you're gonna feel the heat of my calvary.

All these songs I'm hearing are so heartless.
Don't trust a perfect person 
and don't trust a song that's flawless.

They say "stay in your lane, boy, lane boy",
but we go where we want to.
They think this thing is a highway, highway,
but will they be alive tomorrow?
[x2]

Will they be alive tomorrow?
(Will they be alive tomorrow?)

They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane boy,"
but we go where we want to.
They think this thing is a highway, highway,
but will they be alive tomorrow?
[x2]

"Holding On To You" lyrics

I'm taking over my body,
back in control, no more shotty.
I bet a lot of me was lost,
't's uncrossed and 'i's undotted.
I fought it a lot
and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got.
Not anymore, flesh out the door.
Swat.

I must've forgot, you can't trust me,
I'm open a moment and close when you show it.
Before you know it, I'm lost at sea,
and now that I write and think about it
and the story unfolds.
You should take my life,
you should take my soul.


You are surrounding all my surroundings,
sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain.
You are surrounding all my surroundings,
twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

And I'll be holding on to you, yeah [2x]

Remember the moment,
you know exactly where you're going,
'cause the next moment,
before you know it, time is slowing
and it's frozen still.
And the window sill looks really nice, right?
You think twice about your life,
It probably happens at night,
right?

Fight it,
take the pain, ignite it.
Tie a noose around your mind,
loose enough to breathe fine and tie it to a tree. 
Tell it, "You belong to me.
this ain't a noose, this is a leash
and I have news for you: you must obey me."

You are surrounding all my surroundings,
sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain.
You are surrounding all my surroundings,
Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes.

Entertain my faith. [10x]

[3x]
Lean with it, rock with it,
when we gonna stop with it.
Lyrics that mean nothing.
We were gifted with thought,
is it time to move our feet
to an introspective beat.
It ain't the speakers that bump hearts,
it's our hearts that make the beat.

And I'll be holding on to you, yeah [4x]

"Ride" Twenty One Pilots letra

I just wanna stay in the sun where I find,
I know it's hard sometimes,
pieces of peace in the sun's peace of mind,
I know it's hard sometimes.
Yeah, I think about the end just way too much
but it's fun to fantasize.

On my enemies who wouldn't wish who I was,
but it's fun to fantasize.

(Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou)
I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride.
(Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou)
I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride.
Taking my time on my ride.

"I'd die for you," that's easy to say.
We have a list of people that we would take
a bullet for them, a bullet for you,
a bullet for everybody in this room.
But I don't seem to see many bullets coming through,
see many bullets coming through.
Metaphorically I'm the man,
but literally I don't know what I'd do.

"I'd live for you," and that's hard to do.
Even harder to say when you know it's not true,
even harder to write when you know that tonight
there were people back home who tried talking to you,
but then you ignored them still.
All these questions they're for real,
like "Who would you live for?",
"who would you die for?",
and "would you ever kill?"

(Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou)
I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride.
(Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou)
I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride.

I've been thinking too much [x4]
(help me)
I've been thinking too much [x3]
I've been thinking...

Falling, so I'm taking my time... 
(Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou)
I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride.
(Ou, ou, ou, ou, ou, ou)
I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride.

"Tear In My Heart" quotes and lyrics

Sometimes you've got to bleed to know
that you're alive and have a soul,

but it takes someone to come around
to show you how.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive.
She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire.
She's the tear in my heart, take me higher
than I've ever been.

The songs on the radio are ok
but my taste in music is your face,
and it takes a song to come around to show you how.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive.
She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire.
She's the tear in my heart, take me higher
than I've ever been.

Than I've ever been [x3]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time,
but that's ok, I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine.

I'm driving here I sit, cursing my government
for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement.
[x3]

Sometimes you've got to bleed to know,
that you're alive and have a soul,

but it takes someone to come around to show you how.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive.
She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire.
She's the tear in my heart, take me higher
than I've ever been.

My heart is my armor.
She's the tear in my heart, she's a carver.
She's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther
than I've ever been.

Than I've ever been [x3]

My heart is my armor.
She's the tear in my heart, she's a carver.
She's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther
than I've ever been.

"Car Radio" instrumental and lyrics

I ponder of something great,
my lungs will fill and then deflate.
They fill with fire,
exhale desire.

I know it's dire
my time today.

I have these thoughts
so often I ought
to replace that slot
with what I once bought,
'cause somebody stole
my car radio
and now I just sit in silence.


Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it.
My pride is no longer inside,
it's on my sleeve.
My skin will scream
reminding me of
who I killed inside my dream.
I hate this car that I'm driving,
there's no hiding for me,
I'm forced to deal with what I feel.
There is no distraction to mask what is real,
I could pull the steering wheel.

I have these thoughts
so often I ought
to replace that slot
with what I once bought,
'cause somebody stole
my car radio
and now I just sit in silence.

Oh, oh, oh, oh... [x4]

I ponder of something terrifying
'cause this time there's no sound to hide behind.
I find over the course of our human existence,
one thing consists of consistence
and it's that we're all battling fear.
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here.
Oh my, too deep.
Please stop thinking,

I liked it better when my car had sound.

There are things we can do
but from the things that work there are only two,
and from the two that we choose to do
peace will win
and fear will lose.
There's faith and there's sleep,
we need to pick one, please,
because faith is to be awake,
and to be awake is for us to think,
and for us to think is to be alive
and I will try with every rhyme
to come across like I am dying,
to let you know you need to try to think.

I have these thoughts
so often I ought
to replace that slot
with what I once bought,
'cause somebody stole
my car radio
and now I just sit in silence.

Oh, oh, oh, oh... [x7]

Oh, oh, oh, oh... [x16]

And now I just sit,
and now I just sit in silence,
and now I just sit in silence,
and now I just sit in silence,
and now I just sit.

I ponder of something great,
my lungs will fill and then deflate.
They fill with fire,
exhale desire.

I know it's dire
my time today.

I have these thoughts
so often I ought
to replace that slot
with what I once bought,
'cause somebody stole
my car radio
and now I just sit in silence.

"Trees" Twenty One Pilots genius lyrics

I know where you stand,
silent in the trees,
and that's where I am,
silent in the trees.
Why won't you speak?
Where I happen to be,
silent in the trees,
standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath,
I can feel my death,
I want to know you,
I want to see...
I want to say hola.

I know where you stand,
silent in the trees,
and that's where I am,
silent in the trees.
Why won't you speak?
Where I happen to be,
silent in the trees,
standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath,
I can feel my death,
I want to know you,
I want to see...
I want to say hello.

Hello, hello, hello...

La, la, la, la, la, la [x4]

I know where you stand,
silent in the trees,
and that's where I am,
silent in the trees.
Why won't you speak?
Where I happen to be,
silent in the trees,
standing cowardly.

I can feel your breath,
I can feel my... my death!,
I want to know you,
I want to see...
I want to say...

La, la, la, la, la, la [x8]

Aquí no amanece: sobre haber crecido sin madre

Si me dijeran que marcara las diferencias, me resultaría imposible. No sé realmente cuáles son las diferencias entre mi persona y una que pudo tener a su madre durante los años más difíciles de su vida los cuales son, siempre, la niñez y la adolescencia. 

No porque sean los años en donde más problemas te aquejan ni porque sean los años con más responsabilidades... sé muy bien que no lo son. Más bien son los más difíciles porque son en los que más necesitas nutrirte de amor. Y a pesar de que el resto de mi familia se encargó de darme buenas raciones, el amor que te da una madre no puede ser remplazado, nunca, por el de alguien más.

No sé si el futuro o la felicidad de una persona pueden ser marcadas por un solo hecho, aunque sea uno tan doloroso como este. Quizás la depresión que hoy me diagnostica mi psiquiatra hubiese existido de todas formas, aun teniendo a mi madre. Quizás nací con el alma así, nublada, destinada a acabar siempre con alguna tormenta. Quizás tenemos cosas, matices, que no cambian nunca, sin importar lo que te pase en la vida.
Fuente.
O quizás no.
Quizás si mi madre hubiese podido acompañarme al jardín cada día...
si hubiese podido presentarse en las reuniones de padres de la primaria, y los profesores no me hubiesen aclarado con lástima, cada vez, que quienes no teníamos padres podíamos traer a nuestros abuelos...
quizás si mi madre hubiese estado allí, para aconsejarme la primera vez que salí con un chico, y no me hubiese culpado a mí misma por las acciones del otro...
quizás si mi madre estuviera viva y no hubiese tenido que adaptarme a otras familias, que me miraran de reojo o me excluyeran sin querer...
quizás si mi madre hubiese estado viva y me hubiese consentido, y no viviera con esta constante sensación de no puedo pedir nada a nadie...
quizás si mi madre hubiese estado en el cuarto siguiente al mío y yo hubiese podido escabullirme allí y hacerle preguntas y aliviar mis preocupaciones...
quizás si viviera mi madre y pudiera, por fin, confiar en alguien en cuerpo y alma, enteramente, sin dudas, sin miedos a desentendidos ni decepciones...
sí, quizás no tendría depresión.
Quizás solo tendría berrinches y llantos, alma sensible, corazón débil...
pero no depresión.

Sé que me falta mucho camino, pero estoy segura de que nada me va a doler más de lo que me duele no haber podido conocer a la persona que más me amó en esta vida. Así que, en un acto ridículo y teatral, voy a pasar a compartir unas palabras que le dediqué apenas leí su carta... porque, de vez en cuando, me gusta creer que yo también puedo hablarle a mi mamá.

Respuesta a la carta que me dejó mi mamá antes de morir

Mamá... hoy leí tu carta. Sabía que era corta, que simplemente era un pedacito de papel en donde garabateaste, quizás aún con esperanza de que jamás la leyera. Cuando me la dio la abuela la quise guardar para algún momento importante. Y es que ese papel era lo último que me quedaba. A veces pensaba que quizás podía salir a la calle y morir sin haber leído tu carta, pero no me importaba... atesorar tus últimas palabras en secreto de mí misma era, para mí, la única forma de mantenerte viva.  
Sin embargo hoy, un jueves cualquiera, la leí. La leí con la seguridad de un bloque de hielo, como quien lee una columna de diario. Hace tanto que no lloro por algo propio, porque lo escondo y lo pateo hasta el fondo de mi armario con miedo a que me ataque como antes, que tenía la seguridad de que no iba a llorar. Y acá estoy, hecha pedazos. 
Siempre me dicen que soy parecida a vos, y yo me río porque me miro al espejo y lo único que veo es a mí. Y sin embargo, cuando te leí, te encontré en mí. 
Me dejaste un par de deseos, y hasta ahora no logré hacer bien nada. Me dañé... física y psíquicamente. Maltraté mi cuerpo, dejé que me hicieran sufrir, renegué con el estudio y no intenté, nunca en los últimos años, ser feliz. Me resigné a esto. A sufrirte. 
Me gustaría jurarte que, de ahora en más, voy a seguir tus deseos, pero tu falta se hizo en mí tan presente... que me parece que hay cosas, ahora, imposibles de remediar.  
Pero también ahora sé, no por las palabras de mi familia, ni amigos, ni desconocidos, ahora sé por tus propias palabras que te voy a tener siempre conmigo... y eso me va a ayudar siempre. Me gustaría decir "como si fueras mi ángel", porque sé que te gustaría, pero ambas sabemos que el territorio religioso no es el mío. Pero igual vas a ser siempre una parte de mí, porque nos une el amor que nos tuvimos.
No quiero parar de escribirte nunca, pero estoy empezando a recordar que estoy escribiéndome a mí misma en un bloc de notas. 
Te amo. Más de lo que nunca voy a amar a nadie.
Y gracias.
Tu hija, Ana Belén.