Viejas Locas es una banda argentina de rock formada en Buenos Aires en 1989. La agrupación se gestó en el barrio de Lugano, un área marcada por la marginación y la lucha diaria. La banda estuvo fundada por el cantante Cristian "Pity" Álvarez, el guitarrista Jorge "Jordi" Rossi, el bajista Bachi y el baterista Fachi. Desde el inicio, Viejas Locas destacó por su actitud irreverente, letras crudas y una propuesta sonora que combinaba rock, blues y punk.
En sus primeros años, Viejas Locas tocó en pequeños bares y clubes de Buenos Aires, construyendo una base de seguidores fieles gracias a su energía en vivo y letras que resonaban con el público juvenil. En 1993, la banda lanzó su álbum debut homónimo, "Viejas Locas", de manera independiente. Este trabajo logró atraer la atención del público y la crítica, destacando temas como "Intoxicado" y "Lo artesanal", que reflejaban la vida en los barrios bajos y la lucha contra la adversidad.
En 1996, Viejas Locas lanzó su segundo álbum, "Hermanos de Sangre", que confirmó su lugar en el panorama del rock argentino. Este disco incluyó éxitos como "Perra", "Lo artesanal" y "Me gustas mucho", consolidando su sonido característico y ganando numerosos seguidores en todo el país.
El tercer álbum de estudio, "Especial", vio la luz en 1999 y cargó con la presión de mantener la calidad de sus predecesores. Lo logró con creces, gracias a temas como "Homero" y "Todo
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Homecoming (Walter's Song) Song Lyrics
Homecoming (Walter's Song) by Viejas Locas Words and music by Vienna Teng
It's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears
Hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears
That I was born in North Carolina
Not an hour from her home town
And we used to play the same pizza parlor pinball
And there's a glance in time suspended as I wonder how it is
We've been swept up just by circumstance to where the coyote lives
Where my days are strips of highway
And she's wiping tables down
Holding on and still waiting for that windfall
But I've come home
Even though I've never had so far to go
I've come home
I pay the check and leave the change from a crumpled ten-dollar bill
Head across the street where VACANCY is burning in neon still
Well the night eats up my body heat
And there's no sign of another
And I find myself slipping down into that black
But things are good I've got a lot of followers of my faith
I've got a whole congregation living in my head these days
And I'm preaching from the pulpit
To cries of “Amen brotherâ€
Closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back
And I've come home
Even though I swear I've never been so alone
I've come home
I just want to be living as I'm dying
Just like everybody here
Just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile
And I don't know where I'm driving to
But I know I'm getting old
And there's a blessing in every moment every mile
Thin white terry bars of soap and a couple little plastic cups
Old Gideons Bible in the nightstand drawer saying “Go on open upâ€
Well I'll kneel down on the carpet here
Though I never was sure of God
Think tonight I'll give Him the benefit of the doubt
I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
Her hair falling all around me
I smile and shake my head
Well we all write our own endings
And we all have our own scars
But tonight I think I see what it's all about
Because I've come home
I've come home