SONG TO SING IN CASE OF ARMAGEDDON
Sing for the ones
who sail the sea
Sing for the ones
who sail the sea
Sing for the ones
who sail the sea of trash and start thequest
To get a clover,
to get a bee
To get a clover,
to get a bee
Just to get a clover and a bee and batteries
sing to wake the willow speak the lingo dream the primal combo
kookaburra dingo start a kingdom rip the psychic condom
diver fish the flower ring a dong dillo feed the pillow
ride the bumblebee the big bang bombadillo beat the lightning bongo
Hunt the whale of
dreamtime
Hunt the whale of
dreamtime
Hunt the whale of
dreamtime find the
ambergris of
springtime
the ambergris of springtime
springtime
springtime
sing to wake the willow speak the lingo dream the primal combo
kookaburra dingo start a kingdom rip the psychic condom
diver fish the flower ring a dong dillo feed the pillow
ride the bumblebee the big bang bombadillo beat the lightning bongo
To make a prairie it takes
one clover and a bee
A clover and one bee
and reverie
The reverie alone will do
If bees are few
VICTORY IS FOR SUCKERS
Eagle’s flight is a straight line,
a narrow highway from A to B
I go more like a drunk butterfly poisoned by a bee
As I go from failure to failure
All of my life sounding like a joke
Smell the spring in this dead end
Winners get the prize, losers get the world
So be a loser in this world of posers
You asked our opinion and yes, we continue,
we’re dyin’ but we love the game
Our fortunes we join
to insert one more coin
and leave three letters in the all of fame
Don’t wanna chase people under the stage
Mario, put that light on my face, straight !
We got the lat rock band ‘round the universe
Side A, first one , press play
Victory is for suckers
Victory is for buttholes
Victory is for losers
Victory is for suckers
Caesar, Napoleon, Alexander
six feet under, they couldn’t choose
Don’t mind the score and the billboard,
life is a game you lose.
Got a friend that’s been nailed to a cross
says “man, I never been the boss down here,
and have you ever noticed that when winners smile
they terribly lack style?”
so be a loser in this world of posers
‘cause victory is for suckers
Victory is for buttholes
Victory is for losers
Victory is for suckers
Jalla jalla to electric valhalla
We surf the downward spiral
We got what it takes, we ain’t no fake
this time leave alone the brakes
The matter is we got ‘nuff memories
ready to fly with valkyries
across the sky on a winged horse,
economy class, of course
Victory is for suckers
Victory is for– I guess that
Victory is for losers
Victory is for suckers
Victory is for suckers
Victory is for buttholes
Victory is for losers
Victory is for suckers
MICKEY FINN
Can’t you see the culture club of humanity’s not fair
The plate in your room service hides a spy without a game
A bunch of wicked candle flames are burning down the altars
Cross-eyed green crusaders build a wall around Gibraltar
Be a revolutionary goat
God is watching when you type your pin
The train has left to reach the holy boat
Take a seat and drink your Mickey Finn
Ravens of Whig Pharma look for leaders through the sea
Who give ‘em tons of biscuits for the only cup of tea
Jumping politicians love tu turn around the hurdles
Banzatomic blaster bombs now we’re Teenage Ninja Turtles
Plastic muscles all around the bay
A birthday movie shot by David Lean
Drunken astronauts by the Milky Way
Take a seat and drink your Mickey Finn
Showing Betty Grable legs
She offers me a breakfast as I look for her bed
Choosing a Clark Gable dress
I’m wasting my talent on a talent show social net press
Drink!
Our march to sacred wonderland in experimental shoes
A heavy metal cocktail in a dirty glass of blues
Corridors are crumbling on the mighty rules of bon-ton
You’ve seen the Dublin fusiliers now you take ‘em up to Monto
Showing Betty Grable legs
She offers me a breakfast as I look for her bed
Choosing a Clark Gable dress
I’m wasting my talent on a talent show social net press
Be a revolutionary goat
God is watching when you type your pin
The train has left to reach the holy boat
Take a seat and drink your Mickey Finn
Plastic muscles all around the bay
A birthday movie shot by David Lean
Drunken astronauts by the Milky Way
Take a seat and drink your Mickey Finn
Be a revolutionary goat
God is watching when you type your pin
The train has left to reach the holy boat
Take a seat and drink your Mickey Finn
Brainy genius of the Four-Wheel Pub
Smart comedian in this library
Proud to stay away from the human club
Fuck yourself and drink your Mickey Finn
CYBERKAMPF
Could you know me by my nails
My fingers consumed on the Internet mails
An information garbageman
Can’t you see you’ve jumped over the edge
Revealing the truth in your astronaut dress
Lying and threatening scaring and feeding
Conspiracy theories ’til fiction
Collapse
We were comrades of consciousness spreading the word
Stirring up people against the NWO
The revolution talent show
Could you know yourself from this prison cell
You blew down the tower instead of ringing the bell
Lying and threatening scaring and feeding
Conspiracy theories ’til fiction
Collapse
Cyber sociopaths typing all over the world
Are praising their lord of saturation
Brand new god of the Earth
So open your eyes
Tell ‘em that
Rome is falling down
Berlin’s falling down
Paris is falling down
Could you know me can’t you see me
Could you know me can’t you see me
Collapse
Cyber sociopaths typing all over the world
Are praising their lord of saturation
Brand new god of the Earth
So open your eyes
Tell ‘em that
Rome is falling down
London’s falling down
Berlin’s falling down
Moscow’s falling down
The world is falling down
IF WE ONLY HAD A BRAIN
I could while away the hours
conferrin' with the flowers,
consulting with the rain;
and my head I'd be a scratchin'
while my thoughts are busy hatchin'
if I only had a brain.
I'd unravel ev'ry riddle for any individdle
in trouble or in pain
With the thoughts that I’ll be thinkin'
I could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain.
Oh, I, could tell you why
the ocean’s near the shore
I could think of things I'd never
thunk before,
And then I'd sit and think some more.
We could focus well our target
could retail our slice of market
prepare to drink champagne
We could have one million liking us
pretending to be vikings
if we only had a brain
could sell instruments and marshalls
to have party, not reaharsals
never play again
no more arguments on stages,
no more spam or facebook pages
if we only had a brain
Soon
we’ll be on the moon
with stuff you lost and long forgotten tunes
or expensive shit created by Jeff Koons
and then we’ll gig for protozoons
Could explain our sons and daughters
why we left’ em without water,
could make it crystal clear,
why they will graduate in Harvard
then they’re gonna work for Starbucks
though we saved their liberty
Wouldn’t follow storytellers,
protonazis, carpet sellers
if we only had a brain
Could stop typin’, start to listen
If we had a nervous system
If we…
I
could tell you why
the ocean floods the shore
or at least stop rowin’ to the mega store
when we quit with planet earth
ROOT RADIOED
Please, spread this message, all you rebels of the steam,
all across the sea of trash
and don’t mind if the iron heel could hear our brand new root radios
We watched’ em romancin’ over the wall of Bern
after the first brotherhood had been slained
and we survived for a week with the butter biscuits
Chinese had thrown from their planes
and I don’t wanna be a citizen no more, ‘cause by the shadow of the Parthenon
steamtramps rebel , but they dream the bubble
Now we don’t wanna be citizens no more, ‘cause by the shadow of the Parthenon
the sleepless town of desires crawl beside the bubble beggin’ for a bone
But we know where the water is, we can grow roots, we are just stuff of potatoes are made on
so, steamtramp rebels, don’t dream the bubble
Thou shalt not covet their wives
Thou shalt not covet their houses
Spyin’ trough this wall of glass, don’t covet their clothes and the clothes of their pets
Don’t covet their clothes and the clothes of their pets
Thou shalt not dream the bubble again
Thou shalt not dream the bubble again
Thou shalt not dream the bubble again
Thou shalt not dream the bubble
MEDUSA
Shipwrecked are floatin’ in parallel dances
quite like 18th century’s high society
The silvery shines of our rags in the moonlight
in the eyes of the seagull are princely wigs
Sometimes i feel like I’m breakin’ inside
Now I must go to the toilet and cry for a while
Melancholy wavin’, I tried to feel better
but there’s nowhere to plug my electric guitar
I find myself dreamin’ clean clothes and a feather,
that’s definitely not why i sailed at the start singin’
Sometimes i feel like I’m breakin’ inside
Now I must go to the toilet and cry for a while
NO CHEESE=BLUE CHEESE
The abyss is deep
You need a submarine and we got it
We got it
To travel the sky
You lack a ship that flies and we got it
We got it
But we’ve been to the center of the earth
There’s mud
There’s dirt
Yes, we’ve been to the center of the earth,
believe us
We carry our load ‘till the end of the road
We still got it
We got it
We improved our skills to go beyond the hills,
there is nothing
nothing
But we’ve been to the center of the earth
There’s mud
There’s dirt
Yes, we’ve been to the center of the earth,
believe us
We cried a thousand tears
a million miles from here,
landed to the moon and found no cheese
no cheese
no cheese
Yes, we’ve been to the center of the earth
There’s mud
There’s dirt
Yes, we’ve been to the center of the earth,
believe us
We stole land and continents, yes we did it
We did it
We killed animals, vegetables, men
‘cause we could
‘cause we can
and we cried a thousand tears
a million miles from here,
landed to the moon and found no cheese
no cheese
blue cheese
no cheese
blue cheese
FOR THE OLD WORLD
For the oil , for the old world
For the oil, for the gold
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
Don’t cry
LES PEINTRES
Vaille que vaille
Fils des batailles
Comme la fièvre
C’est ma première guerre
À vous la parole
Un, monsieur le tribun
Écoutez ma prière
Les années de cette guerre sont déjà vingt-deux
Leurs yeux sont mouillés d’un liqueur
Qui distingue les couleurs
Mais peut compter jusqu’à trois
Les rois, les évêques, les bourgeois
Se mirent sur la toile
Allez, assemblée
Le peuple blessé
Se frotte les mains et déclare que
Les peintres ne servent à rien
Aucun regret, nous sommes pas pharmaciens
Les peintres qui s’en vont à la guerre
Et qui sont en misère du soir au matin
Quatre, combattre
Nulle autre raison
qu’un web document qui m’appelle chômeur
Je suis tueur d’État
Chasseur maladroit
Offert en otage
Allez, assemblée
Le peuple blessé
À la guerre, à la guerre
Dieu vous damne, derrière son google eye
Elle est retrouvée
Quoi? La liberté
C’est la mer mêlée
Au sang de Lussu, Lamartine et Byron
Les peintres ne servent à rien
Caracolant de mémère en putain
Les peintres qui s’en vont à la guerre
Du bleu de la mer jusqu’au gris d’un bateau
Vaille que vaille
Fils des batailles
Comme la fièvre
C’est ma dernière guerre
Dansent
Les ombres
Nuance
Fait sombre
PRINCIPESSA
The long summer’s impending
sign another notch
That’s how we fucked our mother
won’t be like Baywatch
Happy days are over
you feel it in your bones
when this winter comes
won’t sound like Game of Thrones
This mission is impossible
if you don’t raise your head
pretending you’re Tom Cruise
look like the walkin’ dead
This house is made of paper
so come out and see
real stars don’t need Fame
you better learn to be
Smarter than your smartphone
Smarter than your smartphone
Smarter than your smartphone
“A Jedi uses his force for
knowledge and defense
never for attack ‘cause
war don’t make one great”
But too late for good manners
I want you breakin’ bad
Turn to green your your banner
Turn your flags to red
Reclutin’all you veterans
of the psychic wars
Throw away your keyboards
and unsheathe your swords
Workers of the empire,
entertainment bees,
we need rebel knights
teachin’ us to be
Smarter than your smartphone
Smarter than your smartphone
Smarter than your smartphone
TRIBU’
Per le vie dell’oro, della seta
sulla superficie del pianeta,
lasciando tracce labili
sui libri contabili,
scambiano le donne e l’oro
l’eroina ed il lavoro
Da una notte lunga inconsapevole
Finché il sole si farà più fievole,
sotto i fuochi magici
dei lampioni elettrici,
danzano le danze amare,
muoiono come zanzare,
le tribù si muovono
Lasciando tracce labili
sui libri contabili
Solca l’acqua il legno
ogni terra è un regno,
ogni porta s’apre a un motto, a un segno
Al di là dei sogni e dei decreti
per patti che si stringono segreti
tra madri e tra sorelle
dal tempo in cui le stelle
fredde ascoltano i racconti
lungo i fiumi
sotto i ponti
le tribù si muovono
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