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Intro
01:56
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I Fire Fire
04:26
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I fire fire. I fire fire.
In the night so dark, I bring forth the spark.
I'm a thief, I'm a beggar, I'm a snake, I'm a liar
And I fire fire.
I know that ability diminishes desire
And I know that I'm so low that I can't be higher
And I fire fire... Burning on my skin.
I fire fire, but I never let it in.
The dead man dances, coming to his senses,
While Brendan Behan's bones are rolling with the stones
Tearing down barbed wire, while I fire fire.
Cleopatra's daughter drowning in the water,
Hobbits in the Shire burning in the fire.
The father of the bards is sending his regards
To a lovely maiden whose memory's fading
Away and away with no songs to play.
She wants to know what he'll buy her,
He says: "Just fire, fire."
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Sebastian's arrows made of plain gold
Are flying over the dying and the dead on their shields
On distant battlefields where their documents expire;
I fire fire.
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3. |
Sve je puno bogova
06:20
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Sve je puno bogova i njihovih čuda.
Ulicama potekle cijele rijeke Juda.
Sve je puno milosti, al se teško nađe,
Krošnja drva spoznaje krije voće slađe.
Poput zlatnog zalaska jedna arka tone,
Ocean pun zvjeradi - gle! Slonovi rone!
Babilonski tornjevi, mete terorizma
Ruše se u pepeo, razbila se prizma
I na koncu naslade sjaji zlatna igla,
Narkomanska nesitost nad grad se uzdigla.
Sve je puno bogova i njihovih tragova,
Sve je puno rogova i njihovih vragova.
I suze su biseri kako pjesma kaže,
Ne bacaj ih svinjama iako to to traže.
Djevojka se napila otrova iz zdenca,
Curi dekadencija iz krvavog vijenca.
Svaki korak motre nam sumnjičave oči,
Hitlerovi govori vrte se na ploči
I dok s brda spušta se Sizifova stijena
Negdje jedna košuta leži ubijena.
Negdje majka nečija sanja mrtvog sina,
Pjesmu pijeska vremena svira violina.
Sve je puno bogova i njihovih tragova,
Sve je puno rogova i njihovih vragova.
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4. |
Caravan
03:51
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Nothing adds up, nothing makes sense,
We’re all thrown here by coincidence
And it’s la di da, and it’s hey hey hey;
We’ll do what we do and we’ll do it our way.
And it won’t add up to anything,
But we’ll still be here doing our thing
And we’ll never answer when life comes to call,
We’ll never grow up ‘cause that’s how we roll.
The tree can fall, will it make a sound?
We’ll never care, ‘cause we’re never around.
So drink till you’re drunk and live till you die.
Love is the answer, but the question is why.
The emperor’s naked but no one can tell
Because he is who he is and he wears it so well;
So please stop calling on the telephone.
The caravan’s barking and the dogs move on.
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5. |
La vida no vale nada
03:46
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nije li priroda u proljeće drolja?
oblači procvale livade i polja
i parkove usred probuđenog grada
i pjeva: la vida no vale nada.
zalaze ti sunca, proljeća prolijeću
treseš se i misliš: nisu svi za sreću,
al zašto baš ja, baš ovdje, baš sada
ne mogu dobiti to što mi pripada?
prolazi ti vrijeme, prošlost se taloži
tragovi se vide na čelu, na koži
i kud god da kreneš, đavo se prikrada
i pjeva: la vida no vale nada.
sad stojiš nasuprot svemu što si bio,
pred ponorom punim svega što si krio,
zrcalo ne možeš pogledat od stida
i šapćeš: no vale nada la vida.
pitaš se hoćeš li ikad zbilja moći
usprkos svemiru unatraške poći
pitaš se, pitaš, pitaš i tada
shvatiš da shvaćaš da shvaćaš iznenada
da ne možeš, nećeš, jer to ne ide tako
živjeti je teško, a umrijeti lako.
kako ono kaže meksička balada?
kaže: la vida no vale nada.
“no vale nada la vida
la vida no vale nada
comienza siempre llorando
y así llorando se acaba
por eso es que en este mundo
la vida no vale nada.”
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6. |
Kitchen Knife
01:51
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Take my hand, don't break your spell
And take me to the very gates of hell
Or to Heaven's door
Can't you tell I can't turn back no more?
If I die before I wake,
That'll be my very last mistake,
But I won't mind,
I never faked, my love for you was blind.
I gave everything to you,
Please may I at least keep my shoes?
You're a dream waker
And a frown breaker
And a day maker,
And I am just a boy who sings the blues.
Pretty girl, you were very kind
When you turned my waters into wine,
But you got me drunk
And now I'm tryin' to find out where I've sunk.
Break my heart, that I can survive,
'Cause brokenhearted people stay alive,
But don't break my neck
Or stab your kitchen knife deep in my back.
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7. |
Hound Dogs & Bullfrogs
03:11
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The night was dark, the rain it poured,
With ourselves we felt so bored.
We said all there was to say,
No god was there to hear us pray.
The air was damp like every cloud,
I was hurt but still felt proud.
Tears were rolling down your face
At a slow and steady pace.
I gave the waitress a quick wink
And ordered us another drink,
I drank it up, I nearly choked,
The hound dog howled, the bullfrog croaked.
The jukebox sang an awful tune
Of sunny skies and bloody June,
But our hearts were dark and still
As I spent another bill.
Exit couple in the rain
Followed by the force of pain,
We let silence be the guide
To your tears and to my pride.
The love we had just simply passed,
It couldn’t last, the die was cast,
Just like Caesar off to Rome,
We crossed the puddles, you left home.
I heard the patter of your feet
Up the stairs it sounded sweet.
It sounded sweet, but still far off
And then I guess you heard me cough
Leaving you for evermore
Round the corner by the store
And my coat and soul were soaked.
The hound dog howled.
The bullfrog croaked.
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Little John and Penny Lane
Stood there waiting for the train.
Leaves were falling from the trees
Carried by the gentle breeze.
And the sun was going down,
Yeah, the sun was leaving town,
It just hung it’s golden crown
For everyone to see.
Penny said to Little John:
“What the hell is going on?
What is it you wanna say?
Don’t you wanna go away?
Now’s the day and now’s the hour,
Come on now, don’t be a coward,
Now the sky will send a shower
To wash away our tracks.
I’m the one for you,
You’re the one for me,
Just wait and see.”
Little John he wasn’t sure,
Should he really leave with her?
But to him it then occurred
That he loved her in that skirt.
Train tracks struck a funny chord
And the tickets John could afford.
He took her hand and jumped aboard
Singing loud and clear:
“I’m the one for you,
You’re the one for me,
Just wait and see.”
The sunless evening air turned gray
As the train then pulled away.
That’s exactly how it’s been,
They were never more to be seen.
They just couldn’t stick around.
From their birth they were Dreamland bound.
Bound to go away,
Bound for Dreamland Bay.
Yeah hey hey.
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9. |
This Little Villanelle
03:14
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Let's sing this little Villanelle
As the days go skipping by
'Til we're dead and burn in Hell.
The Angels flew and then they fell
To this cold ground where they will die
Singing this here Villanelle.
There was no pearl in our shell,
As nothing shines for you and I
'Til we're dead and burn in Hell.
The hollow ringing of the bell
Scatters birds across the sky
And sings this little Villanelle.
Spinning like a carousel,
My head will scream for one more try
'Til we're dead and burn in Hell.
The gods will whisper: „Very well,
It's time to clean up this pigsty.
Let's sing this little Villanelle
'Til we're dead and burn in Hell.“
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10. |
Demolición
02:49
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Demoler Demoler Zagreb, Croatia
Demoler, Demoler je žanrovski sveobuhvatan bend rođen u grotlima zagrebačkih garaža koji čine poznata imena s različitih strana spektra naše scene. To su Nevio Smajić i Miro Gik (obojica ex-Electric Žare), Ivan Laić (Moskau), Konrad Lovrenčić (Elemental, Kries, Chui...) i Mak Murtić (Mimika...). ... more
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