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Some lyrics from
the new album
TURN:
Listen To The Painters
We need poets, we need
painters
we need poets, we need
painters
we need poetry and
paintings...
Narrow minds are
weapons made for mass destruction
file them under giant
ass seduction
sheep with crazy
leaders, heading for disaster
courting jesters who
take themselves for masters
The shrub who took
himself for a park
the squeak who took
himself for a bark
We need poets, we need
painters
we need poets, we need
painters
we need poetry and
paintings...
We need filmers, and
writers, dancers, musicians
actors, and sculptor,s
bakers, electricians
thinkers, and doctors,
cyclists, and builders
lovers, friends, and
neighbours, and others
filmers, writers,
dancers, musicians
poets, and painters,
poets, and painters
The Pie
In a worldful of poor
and an environment to protect
an alternative flan of
action flies in the face
of promises not kept
it shows that the
responsible irresponsibles
have faces and names
which can be addressed
therefore bake and aim
and put a smile back
on the face of the oppressed
The puppeteers and the
powers that be
would always agree
that stones are no arguments
and meanwhile they hit
us with batons and bullets
and invite us to their
wrecking-balls
with distorted truths
and teargas
slander, lies and
tanks
no thanks, we
understand
and that is why
we wanna globalise the
pie
Number 1 is The
Walking Thrust:
walk up to the person,
push the pie in the face
and before you walk
away give it a slight twist
this makes the sticky
part of the pie cling to the recipient
Number 2 is The Shot
Put:
the one to be thrown
straight
from a distance of
three to five feet
Number 3 is The
Ancient Roman Discus Throw
the most beautiful
delivery of all:
spin half-way round,
turning the pie as you whirl
and then let go,
hitting the victim square in the face
Number 4 is The
Catcherıs Throw to Second Base
the hardest of all:
pull back your arm
just as far as it will go
and then bring the pie
in, all the way from East St Louis
and let her go!
With shots over eight
feet
make sure that the pie
is of the right weight
to fly in a straight
line as it leaves your fingers
on the other hand,
some do believe
that one must press
the pie into the face directly
and that it never
should be thrown
an advice for
beginners: donıt try this at home...
Some people say that
the pie is the limit
but a pastry at a time
is an answer to their crime
Confusion Errorist
Confusion is an
errorist
a freedom-fighter
terrorist
youıll hunt him down,
youıll smoke him out
youıll bring him to
court
donıt you forget just
this:
confusion is an
errorist
so whoıll bring who to
justice?
Youıre so naive, you
never ask:
why does a peasant
need a gun?
why does a weapon need
someone?
You think that youıre
the only one
the only one to fight
for independence?
You really think that
freedom is
the one word of a
sentence?...
Corrupted language is
a curse
corruptive justice
makes it worse:
corrupted language is
a curse...
Henry K
I searched for the
soul of young Henry K
I searched all night,
I searched all day
and I searched his
pockets and I searched his books
and I searched the
fuckerıs lists of crooks
Yeah, I searched for
the soul of Henry K
I thought there should
be something slightly okay
I searched in corners,
and under the bed
I searched for the
facts kept under his hat
I searched for the
soul of young Henry
not out of spite or
envie
you may call it
curiosity
but I just tried to
understand, you see
why the poor soul got
away
the poor soul got
away....
I searched in vain, I
searched in vain
I may not be Abel, but
heıs worse than Cain:
the public enemy of
now and then
the legitimate son of
Uncle Sam
but the poor soul got
away
why did the poor soul
get away?
Vietnam, Uncle Sam,
goddamn, what a scam
Pinochet, CIA, US,
Henry K
tossed in bed, cold
sweat, nightmare, like a diplomat
so sad, shouting out:
what if a peace broke out?
Cambodia, Bangla Desh,
East-Timor, Nixonıs whore
clusterbombs, napalm,
Nobel prize, election-time...
El Salvador, Colombia,
contras, Nicaragua
Haig, Reagan, Ollie
North, Iran, Somalia, and so forth:
Iraq, uranium, whatıs
inside that cranium
of George Bush 1 & 2,
Rumsfeld, Cheney, how are you
Rise, Powell,
Wolfowitz, North-Korea, Middle-East
Afghanistan, shock and
awe, war on terror ho ho ho
the poor soul got
away, the poor soul got away
and we got stuck with
the asses of A
IP Man
Instalment Plan Man
has moved into my home
he plays with my
possessions and he wonıt leave me alone
I went out one
evening, it got late, Iıd pushed my luck too far
and when I finally
came home, Instalment Plan Man sat in my car
Instalment Plan Man,
oh man, you are a parasite
get the heck away from
me, are you looking for a fight?
every morning when I
wake up, he sits near my bed
he drinks from my
coffee and he smokes my cigarettes
he has crept under my
skin, heıs even in my voice
all the women in my
world, they complain about the noise
This instalment plan
man, heıs pissing in my ear
rain or shine he says
bye-bye, but he wonıt disappear
oh, mrs Creditor, you
bet Iım looking for the cure
next time you offer
help, I wonıt buy it, thatıs for sure...
He wonıt leave me
alone, he sits in my car
heıs a parasite
looking for a fight
he smokes my
cigarettes, heıs even in my voice
pissing in my ear he
wonıt disappear
Instalment Plan Man,
Iım doing what I can
Instalment Plan Man,
catch me if you can...
Sister
I was standing on the
corner
when and where I met
my sister
I said I was glad to
see her
and I told her how Iıd
missed her
then this other girl,
she came passing by
I looked at her, and
wondered why
I was standing on the
corner...
She had two breasts,
just like my sister
and long hair, like my
sister
and painted lips, like
my sister
she wore a skirt of
flowered fabric
and she wore sandals,
like my sisterıs
and she was dragged
away by two fellow officers
and she screamed in
the middle of the street
and her sandals
trailed behind her
and her feet were
bleeding
and my uniform felt
dirty
And from behind the
house my mother called my sister
and came up to her,
and took her inside
and she closed the
window
and dragged her away
by her hair
to the darkest corner
of the room
And she was standing
in the corner...
Six lyrics from the album Dizzy Spells (2001): Town Of Stone What is this town
if, full of cats No chance to go
just anywhere What is this town
if, full of cats No chance to wait
for things to change I'm sure there's grass that's greener
Little Atlas
Heavyweight Every day I die
from a different disease Sometimes I get
hired Hell no, I didn't
know I had to save some
whales I guess I was too
tired I had to see the
doctor's I got struck in
traffic Sometimes I get
hired
I thought for a
moment Do the walls have
ears Well, I thought for
a moment ... Am I speaking their
lines again They should stop thinking for myself
Everyone be seated
and I'll tell you a little story Are we fucked, are
we nice, are we Seen the little
mermaid surviving on the screen? And then World War
Two the Movie, with a grand finale Are we fucked, are
we nice, are we Time Flies Well, that was then
and this is now Time flies, and I'm
still waiting Time flies, keep me
company You said: I'll
wait, I'll wait for you Well, that was then
and this is now Time flies, getting
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