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Exit
00:22
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Vernal Equinox
05:27
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I’m suffering from scabies and I’m itchy all night long
I’ve got this infection in its most contagious form
I can’t meet my friends, that’s what the doctor said
I’m just a mengy being, who has got to be alone
Can’t shake your hand, Can’t pat on your back
Can’t hug no one, Can’t touch your breasts
In the godforsaken places I use to attend
Ugly customers wonder if I’m on the mend
While I’m here at home, devoured by a mite
It sucks my energies, excreting venomous specks
Erodes my skin, it flushes my legs
And roaches come out all over my face
Now I’m cured, I’m sound, I’m fine
I want to go out and spread my seed Now it’s spring, outside the sun is high and gilding the sea
Need new blankets, new clothes, new myths
Please recommend me a nice religion in which believe
Maybe founded by cool messiahs who lived
their life in misery
Now I’m in the streets and wonder where the fuck they all gotten to?
The city has been evacuated cause the bomb exploded
Yes, it’s spring
the sun is high and it’s gilding the sea
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3. |
Jesus Crust baked
04:28
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Father Christmas comes and brings his presents bag along
I wish he could content me with a brand new hobbyhorse
I stayed out of trouble, I ain't deserve just lumps of coal
As he came out from the fireplace I noticed from his glance he meant to mischief...
He raped my aunt, then drew a gun, my sister and I started to run
But Jesus, the baker, was out there crying out for revenge!
He sneaks in through the window protected by a loaf, says "Santa, give it up! You're just a f*cking oaf!"
He delivers us from evil and shares his daily bread with my family and his daughters
Let's sing "Girls just wanna have fun"!
No! It's not that one!
This is another song I've written on my own!
Fly agaric stupifies flies
Get yourself well, I'll take you out tonight
to the show called "Benzodiazepine Live".
But while I was about to book our seats I felt I was going to vomit up a bunny
The beast is back! He looks quite shagged off, bloodthirsty and suffering from dry cough!
Oh Jesus, you baker, please come back! Come down from that wooden rack!
I called his shop assistant, she said he's gone away...
he fled from debts and breads, he's presumably in Hawaii!
He delivered us from evil and shared his daily bread with a criminal enterprise
Let's sing "Girls just wanna have fun"!
No! It's not that one!
This is another song I've written on my own!
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4. |
Yes, I miss the Ramones
03:04
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"LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG”, THIS IS MY WATCHWORD
WHY SOULD I GIVE UP DOING THINGS THAT WILL HARM ME WHEN I’LL BE OVER THE HILLS?
MACROBIOTIC FOOD? IF YOU COOK IT FOR DINNER I’LL BE UP TO NO GOOD
‘CAUSE YOU KNOW I’M SO UNCOUTH AND SO SCEPTICAL
SUCH A SCEPTICAL GUY
I DON’T BELIEVE IN MIRACLES, I’M NOT SURE CHRIST EXISTED
I ONLY KNOW I MISS THE RAMONES
YES YES YES, YES I MISS THE RAMONES
THEY WERE A GREAT BAND, GUESS YOU LIKED THEM TOO
YEs YES YES, YES I MISS THE RAMONES
THEY MADE ME FEEL GOOD, THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
ALL MY FRIENDS SAY I’M INSANE
I SPEND MY EVENINGS SINGING THEIR REFRAINS
I GOT RID OF MY RADIOSET CAUSE I’M SICK OF LISTENING TO U2 AND RADIOHEAD
OLIVIER MESSIAEN
: WAS HE PLAYING AT RANDOM?
SOMEBODY TOLD ME MALEVIC ATTENDED AN ACADEMY FOR SEVERAL YEARS (i don’t believe you)
PLEASE DON’T TRIM YOUR HEDGE
I NEED KINDA CLOUD FOREST WHEN I GOT SOMETHING TO WEDGE
AND YOU KNOW I’D NEVER CARE IF YOU’RE SOPHISTICATED, SUCH A SOPHISTICATED GIRL
GIRL
YOUR LANGUAGE IS SO DIGNIFIED
YOUR NEEDS SO HIGH AND TRUE
WHILE ALL I KNOW IS THAT NOW I WANNA SNIFF SOME DAMN STICKLY GLUE
YES YES YES, YES I MISS THE RAMONES
THEY WERE A GREAT BAND, GUESS YOU LIKED THEM TOO
YEH YEH YEH, YES I MISS THE RAMONES
THEY MADE ME FEEL GOOD, THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
THESE NEW BANDS DON’T GET ME HIGH
ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE PITCHFORK HYPE
THE VACCINES TRIED TO GET IT RIGHT BUT I MISS JUST THE RAMONES AND I CAN’T SLEEP AT NIGHT
YES YES YES, YES I MISS THE RAMONES
THEY WERE A GREAT BAND, GUESS YOU LIKED THEM TOO
YES YES YES, YES I MISS THE RAMONES
THEY'LL NEVER COME BACK, EVEN THOUGH WE ALL WISH THEY COULD
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5. |
Barber's Shops
06:01
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Mid-april’s lust been swept out by the autumns needs of warm-glow
Our dragon flowers have been scattered all around
An ominous sign is coming from the sea
foreshadowing of tears
that will wet my devious path
on my way back home
They came and got us, they came and got us, they came and got our feels
Now my mind is beret of perception
My greasy hair got shapeless
I’d better go to one of those barber’s shops on my way back home
Shipwrecking in rough waters Unable to get over
I can’t see lighthouses, clouds obfuscate the stary sky
I have become the mildest man on earth A verbal slip-up boy
On a ill-formed barren land
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6. |
Intermezzo
00:47
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7. |
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I’m new in this town
Drinking coffee at the station
I’m prowling in quest for a place where to board out
My identity is secret
Concealed in the starlight
My purposes are torbid
Tarnish the rock and roll sky
Let me the stage, I’ll fly
Je suis Johann Sebastian Punk
This record’s a bunch of bunk
Let’s all hum PA PA PA
I clear my mind, it’s a contribution of kind
Let’s all hum PA PA PA
When your ears begin to doubt
Since no meaning is found
It’s no trick, it’s no illusion
I’d like to be the everybody’s fool
In my pearl swimming pool
Let’s all hum PA PA PA
Modernity myths wine got our tired out limbs drunk
Nuns outside the convent lift their tattered skirts up
Wirehaired pointing griffons bark in the yard
Autumn nights faint lamps slowly dim untili t gets dark
Let me the cliff edge, I’ll fly
Je suis Johann Sebastian Punk
This record’s a bunch of bunk
Let’s all hum PA PA PA
I clear my mind, it’s a contribution of kind
Let’s all hum PA PA PA
I slayed the nemeon lion, I bought it off with a dime
weź go do buzi i połknij
I slayed the stymphalian birds, I came on to your ex
Let’s all hum pa pa pa
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8. |
White
05:23
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AN INFANT SHRIEKS
ST. PETER’S CHURCH IS OPEN THE PARSON CREEPS
THE STILLNESS GRIEVES. I BLANCH.
A TOO MUCH TIME WAIT
NO TASTY FOOD IN MY PLATE
IN HIGH SPIRITS WE PLAY TAG IN THE YARD
OIL, BLEACH, MUK
MY GARMENTS TURNED TO BLACK
ME HOPING AGAINST HOPE
ME HANGMAN AND ME ROPE
A SCOLARSHIP IN UNIFORM GUIDED BY A WORM
THE DOCTOR SAID MY HEART
IS NEAR TO COLLAPSE,
I SKIVED OFF SCHOOL,
I FELT SO CRUEL,
A SENSE OF GUILT PERVADES MY DULL IMPOTENCE
I’LL WASH MY DIRTY LINEN IN A LITTLE WHILE
IN AN ANCIENT LANE, WHERE NO STORY IS TO TELL, WHERE GLORY IS A SHELL AND NO ONE STANDS THERE CELEBRATING ARRIVALS
WHERE VENIAL SINS, WHERE SMILES TO BRING
WHERE SKIES AND SEAS ALL BECOME WHITE
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9. |
Rainy Spell
03:32
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The sun concealed itself behind the chimney rock
The streets got damp and slippery under our plimsolls
A wavering frame of mind I cannot trail behind
I had plans before this rainy spell
All the grasslands are now wet
My wild horses going to slide and get confused
Jockeys fall full length on the ground
God Haddad crossed the land to water my waking dreams
I’m in my dinette, in a daze, peeling tangerines
Temperature fell after this rainy spell
Grove pools gradually ice up
Raccoons hole up, dormice follow them in their haunt
I stay out, don’t feel like getting back home
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10. |
Strontium
05:22
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The city’s taken off its underwear tonight
worn-out, overheated, all its light stopped being bright.
Margin beggars keeping breathing all their sewer gas
industrial gypsies for mass market delights
I uncovered my silk robe, polluted by bromide
Diving again in a developing tank
here in my recess naked by the radiator
drowning in a delight marsh sliding through a garbage chute / sipping at my champagne glass
my genius is going to be neclected my words always mishapprehended
both shames and expectations crush before my eyes
it seems like humankind knocks on my coonskin door
no one there will open, the burglar alarm is set on
a planet of freed slaves who miss their subordinate position
lines of exclamation points bent as question marks
«shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? thou art more lovely and more temperate»
now draw the curtain over this dreary show of pearly ugliness
and let this slip-knot make off with my life my whole life
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11. |
Enter
05:38
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Rain, wind and cold made my body deaf and fragile
Is it life? Is it real? Are you made of flesh as I am?
Beyond this glass I see you dancing in slow motion
Giving smiles, shaking hands, you all look so safe and sound
Can I enter this cruel world, please?
I’m disarmed out here
Seas and skies are squeezing me
Don’t let me here in the cold
But I can see, I can hear, I can feel the distance of our sights
Yours and mine
Soft is the touch of my hands on this opaque pane
Will we talk? Will we meet on the edge of reality?
Can I enter this cruel world, please?
I’m out here in the cold
Stars will fall and oceans dry
up when our hands will touch
But I can see, I can hear, I can feel the distance of our sights
Yours and mine
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