If We Only Had a Brain

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…

 

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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