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Lift My Glass
04:28
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With the first notes of this very tune
And with the first words of my utterance
Someone somewhere takes his last trip to nowhere
Anyone anywhere gives his last words to no one
I spit on the Grim Reaper’s
And on its human substitutes
My heart is with oppression, poverty and misery
And there’s nothing I can do except lift my glass
To the ones I’ll never know
Cheer their new-born ghosts
With words they’ve never heard
The years have now gone by
And the beers have all been drained
Good thoughts were in my glass
Now the gutter’s full of words…
I cry on the baffled rights
On the jails of Argentina
On the slums of Mexico
On the ghettoes of Africa…
I’ve drunk for the people fighting
For their rights in Santiago
For their freedom in China
For their children in Asia…
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2. |
Dear Telly
02:55
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You may be cruel, you may be sweet
You speak the truth, no doubt at all
You know the difference between good and evil
And all I know is what you let me know
After midnight, when we’re alone
On a peepshow, I watch your strip
You lift the veil covering your hidden charms
On all I’ve always wanted to know about sex
You feed me with adverts, I drink your news
You taught me to think, to go my own way
Never expect me to break away
If you want to get rid of me, go away.
20 years that I know you
20 years that I live with you
You open your eye and I’m mesmerized
And then I close my eyes, hypnotized.
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3. |
Climbing
02:32
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Just as I was about to lift my glass
A fly crawled on the saw-dusted bar
The moon was black
The night-creepers were on the move
The shadowy figures swept across the tainted tiles
Black mirrors reflecting each other fate
Singing life in slow-motion
Yet another fly in this weird circus
The sharp and cold blade of reality
Had once more sentenced its verdict
The human cries died
In the soft air of the dimmed light
Vapours of nostalgia building up the birth
Of something different
A poet out of work
Urging for something beyond the hills of reason
Climbing
So many questions, so little answers
Years to fill a life and a page to describe them.
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4. |
East
02:46
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November 89 in a city of pain
A wall is smashed down
While the people are getting mad
The decision is sudden
And no more expected
The wall must fall
This symbol must die
And from both sides
Rise the same songs of friendship
And from both sides
Rise the same feelings of brotherhood
The door is now open
Europe no more divided
People go West
While the money goes East
The fever’s no longer high
The news no longer fresh
No more excitement
Just a cold matter of dough
And the patronizing West
Looks down on the unfortunate East
And in the western cities
No more open doors to the eastern tune
And I’m scared of my people
And I fear there’ll be a time
When a wind of hate
Will carry racist words
The politics will fail
And then the gentlemen will shout:
“The eastern plague is at our door
Kick them out, out of our world”
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5. |
Drop Out
03:21
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As long as I remember
There’s always been a voice
Telling me to act
According to my conscience
“Go to work, earn money
The more you get
The better you live
Don’t fail to keep up
If you don’t want to be late…”
I drop out
Switch off the radio
Switch off the lights
In the city
I want to stop this world turning
I want to drop out
Just for a while
Have a rest
Spend the winter doing nothing
Just collect my thoughts
And when I’m sure
Take the train of life again…
And your conscience comes again:
“Things are easier when you keep to the beaten tracks
Listening to the radio, watching TV
Reading papers and magazines
Stop dreaming and stop rambling
Don’t be cool except in parties
And keep on smiling when you want to puke…”
And this your conscience again
“If you want to live in this world, you’ve got to fight
And the first thing you’ve got to fight, kid
Is your own conviction
You should leave your true feelings
They don’t pay much at all
Stick to a new appearance
Match your looks against yourself…”
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6. |
Hanging Around
02:35
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When I awake, I find myself hanging around
Some people are on drugs
Some other on the dole
Some have it on the edge
Or have it under the knife
I know that on the whole
I’m getting on their nerves
I’m lying on my bed
I’m addicted to sleep
In our world
There is room for everyone
And each of us
Has got something to be done
I’m glad I’ve ever known it
It’s the only thing that kept me asleep.
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7. |
Babel
03:34
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Hallo !
Where you come from? Aleman ?
Yok ! Beçika
Do you speak English?
I got nice carpets for you
Babel
Kaç para ?
Iki bin, not expensive my friend
Nichts bezahlen
God, Allah
You destroyed our tower
Pour punir tes créatures
No entendemos nada
Wir sind nicht mehr unglükklich
You gave us culture
Günaydin
Tamam
Ben iyi
Teşekkür
Eşek varmi ?
Anlamadim.
Allah Ismarladik
Iyi geceler
Gott, Allah
Danke für die Spräche
Qui nous empêchent de nous entendre
Tus críaturas hablan
Merci de ne pas les comprendre
You gave us culture
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8. |
Friday Night
03:20
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At dawn now
And it’s time to sleep
And then up and down my room
Doing things because that’s what all life is about
Boring stuff to heave lazy feelings
Waiting for the dusk to get black again
And if there’s no way out, no more hope
I don’t care, I’ll wait until moonlight
A pint in one hand, another pint in the other hand
And I’ll water booze down
With this silly smile…
And Friday night is coming
Again with the same old mates
And back to our good old stories
Of beer and booze and again
And again pissed out of our brains
With beer and booze and again.
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9. |
Where Was the Station?
03:24
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Where was the station?
This feeling of being lost
Doesn’t fade away
You just forget it
And you can’t help thinking
That no matter the place you are
You are always lost
It’s just a question of being used to it.
There was this woman cleaning the floor
I thought I knew her movements
Her small labour was a part of the big machine
Take her away
Nothing changes
The wheel still goes on…
There were two other guys
Squatting over there
They didn’t know each other
Just one meter between them, not much
A safe distance
I don’t ask you anything
But please ask me to…
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10. |
Sprouts
04:32
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The sun rose and the radio claimed
“Another war in the Middle-East
This is crisis and it might be disaster
A third world war will come out of this fuss”
Allied armies to which I don’t subscribe
Follow the Yankees, strangers to me
And the Iron Lady, told to be female
For the sake of petrol they will spoil anyway
And this is nothing compared to you, guys
Ready to embark on the national float
With pride in your heart and juice in your head
For a change of atmosphere or by conviction
Meanwhile you play with your gunnies
Your country that is unfortunately mine as well
Will cajole this patriotism dead for long
Forge you glittering seats between king and flag
Cry women for the children of our nation
Chips for heroes, sprouts for martyrs.
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11. |
L.A.
02:15
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Driving down to L.A.
With my old damn truck
I’m on the highway
All across the U.S.A.
Got no home
Got no friends
Got no wife
But the girls of L.A.
I’m not stupid
The coppers are aliens
I got it from the FM
And from the Boss Himself
Ain’t no commie
Ain’t no stranger
Got no dope
Ain’t no junk
Got never meat but spicy burgers
I speed like a bull under that hot damn sun
Ain’t no rude with hitchers and hikers
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12. |
A ver, a ver
04:34
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No se marchará
Y no se quedará
No chirona
Y no arrebato
No se pondrá de rodillas
Y no se sublevantará
No palabras hueras
Y no arrebato
A ver, A ver
Quień lleva la batuta
El pueblo unido
O el hijo de puta
No se callará
Y no se comprometrá
No chismería
Y no arrebato
No se avasallará
Y no se adormilará
No irá con confianza
Y no arrebato
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13. |
Quiet Island
02:59
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When I thought there was nothing left to see down here
When I thought there was nothing left for me to do
I called the Black Raven, the one who never comes back
He took me away and flight quite a long time
I told him about the world, its sickness, its dead end
What it had done to me, how fake people were
Though he didn’t seem to hear me, I felt relieved to speak to someone
He didn’t speak but I always hear it in my heart
Quiet Island
I’m leaving for the Quiet Island
A second or a century later, he left me there
There were Alan and Paul and Peter and others that I had forgotten
All of them had come there with the Black Raven, the one who never comes back
They hadn’t changed, I had. Although they recognized me
I spent a long time with them, a century or was it a second?
My heart had learned to speak and my mouth had learned to shut
And one day, I don’t know why, they said “Good bye, see you later”
And I woke up in my heavy body, wondering what had happened
And the girl beside me, she took my hand with tenderness
And I saw in her black raven eyes
The souvenir of a lost paradise.
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14. |
Ruszaj się
04:17
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Nie rozdziobią nas kruki i wrony, ani nic
Nie rozszarpią na sztuki poezji wśćiekłe kły
Ruszaj się Bruno
Idziemy na piwo
Niechybnie brakuje tam nas
Od stania w miejscu
Niejeden już zginął
Niejeden zginął już świat
Nie omami nas forsa ni sławy, pusty dźwięk
Inną ścigamy postać realnej zjawy tren
Nie zdechniemy tak szybko jak sobie roi śmierć
Ziemia dla nas za płytka frumiemy w górę gdzieś
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