1. |
Czarnolas
06:25
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Gna ogiera pod batogiem Pana
Gna ogiera pod batogiem kata
Skra bryzga, spod kopyt błoto pryska
Skra bryzga z bierwion paleniska
Pali mnie
pusty gniew
burzy się
młoda krew
Gna ogiera przez pola tego świata
Gna ogiera przez bory tego świata
Gra trąba kuranty w górę ciska
Gra cytra melodią z brzucha tryska
Pali mnie
pusty gniew
burzy się
młoda krew
Wpadłem tu gdy dzień
rozpostarł był wdzięk
zmiótł wnet cały lęk
w mgnienio-błysku skrzeń
Lustra zwodzą mnie
tam w półmroku, w tle
powie niech kto wie
Czy tam znajdziesz mnie?
Czy to jest nasz złoty strzał?
Czy to jest nasz czas?
Zdobędziemy Parnas
Kogut będzie nam piał.
Czy znowu tu widać nas?
Czy mamy ten czar?
Antenatów dar,
by wejść w ten czarny las.
Gna rumaka wola swego pana
Wznoś, wznoś, góry, góry
Burz, burz, mury, mury
Pali mnie
słuszny gniew
burzy się
gorąca krew!
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2. |
Mystery Man
04:55
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We used to play the sweet saxy
The green-eyed monster hidden deep inside our head
Now we're in to watch some creepy photos –
caught on tape by evil's peeking lense
Oh the sweet wifey
We're the boss of town
With a helpless frown
Look above if u want to see,
see beyond fake reality
Imagination dying,
with artificial silence
and you have to know
that Rene is dead
We used to fix broke automobiles
Despised the music but we'd love to fuck you well
Now we're out to get this hateful perv lout
Sharp knife cutting his fatty throat
I can't see,
what I've done,
in this bad dream
Look above if u want to see,
see beyond fake reality
Imagination dying
with artificial silence
and you have to know
that Alice is a liar
Imagination dying
with artificial silence
and you have to know
Dick Laurent is dead
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3. |
Auriga
04:28
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Ogarnia mnie spleen
w gwarze mych myśli
spowija mnie ćma
światło mi wyślij
wygina, przegina, została
tylko chwila
I trwa, i pcha
w Otchłani odmęty
czerni u stóp się
wawrzyn zwiędnięty
wyrywam się, lecz została
tylko chwila
Nie liczcie tu sylab
to marna sestyna
Niech język da to
co się w głowie zaczyna
Czy ironia nas zje? Została już
tylko chwila
W Tartar strącon,
ład mój zmącon
Jerzym się stać, czas
bić smoka, krwią plwać
w galop idę, została
jeszcze chwila
Godzina wybiła
Konie rozhukane, marionetki szmaciane, czerń i biel
Konie rozhukane, marionetki teatralne, biel i czerń
Ślepy, przywiązany, na nich gnam
Jak mam grać
zadać cios, czy do kolan paść?
[J.Słowacki Horsztyński, akt IV, sc. II]
(...) Będę zgrzytał i
giął w ręku żelazne sztaby, a raz zasnąwszy snem okropnym wpojenia – nie
obudzę się, póki ostatni z was nie skona za moją wielkość i dumę.
Duma jest duszą duszy mojej.
Będę szczęśliwy wywracając przesądy i prawa.
Duma jest to harfa, która ma tysiąc strum – tysiąc wielkich i cienkich tonów,
tysiąc wzniosłych i błahych triumfów.
Stańcie wy na szachownicy świata! (...)
Jak mam grać?
Pogoń rwa czarne skrzydła
Jak mam grać?
Beczki prochu, iskra, myśli chwiejna
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4. |
Night of Summer Stars
04:53
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As the captain’s come to pass
In the night of summer stars
Journey home didn’t seem right
The rest went back
We would still last
Lust for gold and
lust for fun
We desired another jam
A will to play, power to stay
by the sea, by its sweet breeze
Soon we craved for some love,
but not the one your momma knows
Rumbling on those empty streets
we’ve met the devil's crawling dick
As it turned out the place was right
The devil’s lair – the money sack
To celebrate the coiny catch
we dropped the love inside our hearts
The night has turned to day,
the shadows turned to light
So put your seatbelts on
We’re gonna have a ride
So please turn off your phone
I don’t know where to begin with
There is only that much space in my brain’s capacity
Pigeons running here and there, I think that it’s a
pigeon program designed for spying
There she goes!
The windy Lady
Talking on her phone
with the guy she’s craving
It’s time to get some wine
The drug is wearing off
The day has turned to night
The light has turned to shade
Cruisin’ round the sleepless caravan
the day has come to run,
to run around the town
There is no space to play
There train is on its way
The train we need to pay for –
gold is far and long-gone
Shower time
For 15 bucks
Fresh and clean
Where’s the crack?
Left alone and missing home
Helplessness is near
The final stage, the journey ends
Was all this for real?
Being aware that the schedule’s there,
but our names ain’t on that list
To break the rule and the evil system
we’d get cracking wherever we could
The sign is clear, but no one can hear
that we’re short on drinks and food
A ticket home would suffice for good
It seems the sea-folk’s off the mood
The voice inside is letting out
a pleading cry for help
“Kids go home, don’t serve no one!”
Was really all that could be heard
Oh! For the thousandth time
I must say this to you
There are so many things
that are greater than you
What have you got I ain’t got?
Answer me!
For the last time
you showed your ignorance
Oh please!
We’re gonna make it through
You must focus on things,
that are important to you
Without a doubt
you can offend someone
Without a doubt
you can’t reach the thing
C’mon! Reach the thing.
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5. |
Bongo-doggo
03:57
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As I’m walking at night
and looking for high
The streets are kinda crooked and sandy
Ice cold beer is clang’n’clinging,
but my capital starts a’shrinking
Give the bottle and
drink our wine
We’re playing bongo-doggo in this time
Show your teeth and
go full mad
We’re at the beginning
of the clash
I just want you for a couple of words
I won't do no harm
I love watchin’ how you fit
no matter what you do
Iron legs and black jeans short skirt
no respect for any cop nor government
no respect for sissy douchebags
Pistol wrist crushes your losers heart
Cocaine nose and marijuana in your lungs
Pistol wrist and punchin’ everybody's face
Blondy head appeared there out of nowhere
Motorhead shirt, smooth walk, fun on trampoline
As we’re walking at night
and looking for high
We’ve made some noise
to collect our trophies
Red hot heads looking for a spree
We’re taking everything for free
Give the bottle and
drink our wine
We’re messing with coppers all the time
Hone your teeth and
go insane
We’re ready to make a new level of hell
Go insane and drink whole lotta gin!
Go insane and collect your new sin!
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6. |
Nieboga
07:08
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Różo słodka mi, trwaj przy mnie wieczności
kwitnąco
W ogrodzie rosłaś mi, ujrzałem ciebie i
− przepadłem
W głowie młodzieńczość tkwi,
żar werwy stale tli,
Płoń, płoń, lecz nie spal się
Ja tu jestem by przegonić wszystkie sny
utwardzić ziemię i skłonić nieba
Samego siebie zakląłem, przekląłem
Oczy, usta, my
Rąk swoich szukamy
w ciemnościach
Nieboga dała dłoń,
ja poszedłem z nią
− przepadłem
Czekałem w cieniu chmur,
Ogrodu runął mur,
Lecz to historia,
Przyszło być
Przeszły wszystkie sny,
uważnie patrzymy.
Czy widzimy?
Co jest wkoło?
Wkoło!
Tylko pąki gwiazd na czarnym suknie
rozkwitają!
Po nim mrówka mknie, która wie że jest
tu i teraz.
Ogrodnik czule lecz
z dystansu woła jej:
„Przyjdź do mnie, jaką jesteś!”
Myślą wieczną
oczarowana
kierowana
a ja wiem
że sukno ciągnie się w nieskończoność
fałdy trudnią jej
pąki czasem w chwasty, dziury zmienią się
a ja wiem, że ci co wszystko znają, nic nie wiedzą, nic nie czują
a ja wiem, że ci co nic nie wiedzą, niech tańczą
Ja wiem, że nie tylko gwiazda mieni się
Ja wiem, że kocie oczy świecą się
Ja wiem, że wszystkich węży nie, nie zdławi się
Ja wiem, nie wszystko na raz, odpocznę sobie, porosnę mchem…
Nie! Ja chcę wyrwać się!
Jak mam to zrobić, gdy w klepsydrze piach
zasypuje to co dało początek nam
Jak mam to zrobić, jak tam wejść
Tam gdzie kwiaty kwitną noc i dzień
Różo słodka mi
przy mnie trwaj
jak mam
dostać Cię gdzie indziej, niźli w snach?
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7. |
Goldswan
04:08
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The dream was almost there
I almost had it all
My mind was in between the living and the gone
Then comes a whisper of the beauty of your voice
I must've been a little stoned
The room was dark, the voodoo boys had seen it all
Your shaky voice had spoken, had gotten me awoken
Then comes a whisper, I must've been a little stoned
Facial disorder
I don't know who you are
You wanna leave this place just like me
Please do get closer, I know too well who you are
Tonight I'll sleep some more, my broken heart has found a cure
At times our thoughts are hoping to stray off of the core
But there is nothing wrong about dipping self in joy
So look around you, sister, just light it up and take a stroll
I'm feeling older
The body not the mind
I'm losing hold of my sobriety that's left behind
When this will be over I'll synchronize what I've untied
Look over the yonder and feel the warm breeze that fills you inside.
Unlock your limits, feel the rhythm, just go with the flow
don't you push it into something that you could never feel before
there are no limits, feel it, beat it, just go with the flow
put it into something fine, complete and beautiful
The dream is here and now,
Please don't deny these words
Time to take action to replenish what we've lost
So look around you, brothers,
Fill up your lungs and let it last
The time is now or never, the love is in our hearts
the eternal, glowing spirit fills us all with light
Don't fuck it up my brothers, we're all here, rolling, right?
Picture the ocean sand, the waves, how they all shine so bright.
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8. |
Lullaby for Travis
05:51
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In the night,
where dreams are so far
In the night,
where sleep is so far
In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride,
make money, make some sense and kill your time
Through the crowd you saw a star
In the night,
hookers and pimps are in charge
In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride,
make money, make some sense and kill your time
In the night,
through the crowd you saw a shiny star
They cannot touch her
In the night,
in the messy crowd you see the lies
Little lies, bigger ones
In the night,
when streets are full of trash
In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride,
make money, make some sense and kill your time
In the night,
you’re sick of all that trash
In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride,
make money, make some sense and kill your time
You’re praying for the rain that will wash away
that bollocks and mess before the break of day
Here is a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction
Here is a guy, admirer of porn, a walking contradiction, brilliant folk.
Here is the one who stood up against the scum, the dogs, the filth, the shit.
Here is the man who will clean that night with Magnum 44 and Colt 25.
I can see now, what to do
To be noticed and
What will make me someone
I can see now, what will make me
a complete man in my eyes to the end of my time
Shave your head, wear a combat jacket
Stab with a knife every showy scum
Make your way through the evil’s lair,
for every price you must rescue the lass.
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9. |
Ulysses
05:32
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From the far, far waves
sounds immortality
In the deep ocean blue
I see a flashing trident
We’ve almost reached the port
We’ve almost saw our homes
And then sun turned black
And then currents turned rough
The storm has come
I’ve destroy the whole city
with a wooden horse
I fooled a one eyed giant
I fooled the daughter of sunkeeper
crossing through death’s kingdom
sailing between the creatures
And for all these years
I’d just want to see my home
Sailing to my port
The storm has come
Far from my home where olives are green,
I'm losing my time for the violent sea
And I could just kill anybody, just to see my kin and family
And when I say it
There ain't no place for jokes
And I could just kill anybody just to see my kin and family
The storm has come
And I've made my mistake
I'm losing my way
The storm has come.
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