This is the Good Ship Lifestyle All my friends jumped ship I elect me the captain This is the lonliest voyage I've ever been on Up in the crow's nest - Over there! I see land! First mate? There is no First Mate... This is the Good Ship Lifestyle
Sail away from the world
So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere (This is the Good Ship Lifestyle)
This is the Good Ship Lifestyle I fly my very own flag TV dinners for one At the captain's table Repel all boarders!
Draw the curtains tighter! Where's the crew? There is no crew...
This is the Good Ship Lifestyle
Sail away from the world
So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere (This is the Good Ship Lifestyle)
I'm going nowhere
So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere This is the Good Ship Lifestyle
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street The many faces of the various locals that she would meet There was joshua, age 10 Bully of the block Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor And she drew Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds And she drew Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns Always said hello to passers-by They'd ask her why she passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living in or near her building Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say "I'm busy, thank you much" Well, well, one year passed And believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk, And she stopped- "Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??" She said: "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away
1 2 3 That's the speed of the seed A B C That's the speed of the need dream a little dream, Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it Cuz dreamers always chase But never get it
Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks And she drew Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch And she drew The mailman, delivered everyday at 4 Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew (Look!) Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door Just one of the neighbors, Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, they would Say, "Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??" Lucy would smile and say "I'm busy, thank you much" And they would make a weird face the second the door shut And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street She'd paint another masterpiece
Lucy was 87, upon her death bed At the senior home, where she had previously checked in Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all Now Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside And she said: "Look, I've never had a dream in my life Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!" Well! The nurse jumped back, She'd never heard Lucy even talk, 'Specially words like that She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures And she died.
Don't get smart or sarcastic He snaps back just like elastic Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics We break wise guys just like matchsticks
What would the loved ones say? Your pride and joy is all blown up What would the loved ones say? The bride and boy are barely grown up You're not my particular poison I've got nothing against you myself You could have been a danger to the boys and girls Now you're a danger to yourself
Oh what would the loved ones say What would the loved ones say Oh what would the loved ones say What would the loved ones say
The ugly little dreams run round your bed The ugly little scenes you get the needle and no thread They stitched you up this time They say you'll do They bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you
The butcher the baker and the bassline maker Say you can leave her I can take her You spend your whole life like a minute or two later One day its going to end sooner than greater
What would the loved ones say He'll be remembered young and pretty What would the loved ones say Now he's a hit in every city Now there's a name well never forget There's one born every minute Dont pin a medal on me yet They might be waiting for you
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
For a long time I was in love Not only in love, I was obsessed With a friendship that no one else could touch It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells
And all I wanted was the simple things A simple kind of life And all I needed was a simple man So I could be a wife
I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean I don't know how it got to this point I always was the one with all the love You came along, I'm hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight And all I wanted was the simple things A simple kind of life
If we met tomorrow for the very first time Would it start all over again? Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought I'd be a mom Sometimes I wish for a mistake The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get You seem like you'd be a good dad
Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life How'd I get so faithful to my freedom? A selfish kind of life When all I ever wanted was the simple things A simple kind of life
LI'L RED RIDING HOOD (Ronald Blackwell) sam sham and the pharoahs
rough:
Owoooooooo! Who's that I see walkin' in these woods? Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood. Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, You sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want. Listen to me.
Little Red Riding Hood I don't think little big girls should Go walking in these spooky old woods alone. Owoooooooo!
What big eyes you have, The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad. So just to see that you don't get chased I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.
What full lips you have. They're sure to lure someone bad. So until you get to grandma's place I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.
I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on Until I'm sure that you've been shown That I can be trusted walking with you alone. Owoooooooo!
Little Red Riding Hood I'd like to hold you if I could But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't. Owoooooooo!
What a big heart I have-the better to love you with. Little Red Riding Hood Even bad wolves can be good. I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side. Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.
Little Red Riding Hood You sure are looking good You're everything that a big bad wolf could want. Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?
Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want to dive into your ocean Is it raining with you
{Refrain So baby talk to me Like lovers do Walk with me Like lovers do Talk to me Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again Raining in my head like a tragedy Tearing me apart like a new emotion Oooooh I want to breathe in the open wind I want to kiss like lovers do I want to dive into your ocean Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion (Here is comes again, here it comes again) I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want dive into your ocean Is it raining with you
As i wake In the darkness And i look around There is no sound It's so tranquil It's so calm like you But now i hear a noise Is there any way to out of this nightmare Baby i'm alone now And you're laughing at me But i take life In a way that you could never see So if you're leaving You better let me know Cause i've already started my plan And i'm never gonna let you go! I've lived on the dark side of the moon And i've been to the heart of the sun I've had my time with many ladies And i've killed many men Before my sixteenth year was done So you be forewarned I'm coming after you About the time i catch up to you I'll never No i'll never I'll never let you go - no! Some people thinki'm an advocate of lucifer And some say i'm a child of god - yes they do Some people think i've got the nine lives of a cat And others say i'm filthy as a dog So you be forewarned I'm coming after you About the time i catch up to you I'll never No i'll never I'll never let you go - alright So you be forewarned I'm coming after you About the time i catch up to you I'll never No i'll never I'll never let you go - alright
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John (Taupin lyrics)
When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement There's plenty like me to be found Mongrels who ain't got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground...
Children are innocent A teenager's fucked up in the head Adults are even more fucked up And elderlies are like children Will there be another race To come along and take over for us? Maybe martians could do Better than we've done We'll make great pets! My friend says we're like the dinosaurs Only we are doing ourselves in Much faster than they Ever did We'll make great pets!
I'll sow my seeds whith a metric grosse No footsteps go beyond it I'll eat the dirt Where the rooster crows Fresh rodeos, behold it Check your pulse in your teardrops Make you a cyclops Breakin' the branches off your family tree Did you act like a fluffer girl Don't you think I've had enough Without looking at the filth of my ability Your truly cause repeats its pulse And makes your tears, if you needed too Make me blow out my brain or I'll point it at you While im thinking of you But I'm hangin' tough! Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Listen closer to your mother You can hear an ocean roar Sittin' quiet in the corner Put another record on God hates a coward, sonny Got a date with your VCR Watch another action movie Dream of me On the only piano Wrote the fuckin' concerto Shoot pool with your eyeballs, rack 'em up Make a meal of your asshole Gnaw on your fat soul Dipping your heart in my vinegar Like a million disappeared Just how long did you think they would live Prepare yourself, coming to defend And if you ever want to be Coming to kill, I'll never finish my plate Or I'll burn it up Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by
When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back I won't refuse if you know how to use it Just stop playing that ugly drug music CHORUS: Thirteen steps lead down Thirteen steps lead down There's commoners and kings And everyone's a prisoner of Paper and glue And a decent pair of scissors So tonight I'm drinking to your health Because I just can't stand myself Thirteen steps lead down [4x] She stands and fails On fashion fingernails Her lovers have her walking 'round On instruments of torture And one of them is poisonous The other is a thief they say So what one could give to her The other cannot take away When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes And lies in her splendour for a picture opportunity Cover up that bruise, put on patent leather shoes Just stop playing that bad mood music CHORUS Thirteen steps lead down [4x]
I read all the letters, I read each word that you've sent to me And though it's past now, and the words start to fade All the memories I have still remain
I've kept all the pictures, but I hide my feelings so no-one knows Oh sure my friends all come round, but I'm in a crowd on my own It's 'cos you're gone now, but your heart, still remains And it'll be here if you come again
You see, I'd heard the rumours, I knew before you let me know But I didn't believe it, not you, No you would not let me go Seems I was wrong, but I love, I love you the same And that's the one thing that you can't take away but just remember...
Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high, There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue, And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far Behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I?
shelia has a cat, she pets the cat puts a spell on the cat, a beautiful cat shelia has a cat, she pets the cat yeah the beautiful cat says shelia shelia
shelia has a cat, she pets the cat puts a spell on the cat, a beautiful cat she takes the cat, looks him in the eyes, makes him reply shelia shelia
oh most gracious of beings oh most gracious of beings my queen i'm yours to command, yours to command, i'm yours to command shelia shelia
shelia has a cat, she pets the cat, puts a spell on the cat she runs her fingers down its back cause shelia has a cat, puts a spell on the cat looks him in the eyes, makes him reply shelia shelia shelia shelia
Down by the seaside. See the boats go sailin' Can the people hear, What the little fish are sayin'
Oh, oh, people turned away. Oh, people turned away
Down in the city streets, see all the folk go racin', racin' No time left, to pass the time of day
People turned away. People turned away So far away, so far away
See how they run, see how they run, see how they run, see how they run.
Do you still do the twist Do you find you remember things that well I wanna tell you... Some go twistin' every day though sometimes it's awful hard to tell
Out in the country, hear the people singin' Singin' 'bout the growin', knowin' where they're goin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh, people turned away Yes, the people turned away
Sing loud for the sunshine, pray hard for the rain And show your love for Lady Nature. And she will come back again The people turned away people turned away
Your cruel device Your blood, like ice One look could kill My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot Your web, I'm caught Your skin, so wet Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains Poison
One look could kill My pain, your thrill I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains Poison
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no Runnin' deep inside my veins, Burnin' deep inside my veins It's poison I don't wanna break these chains Poison
How can you defeat that which finds Nourishment in your attack? How can you kill that which Finds sanctuary in your blade? How can you hinder that which Embraces the strategies against it? You can take nothing from not In My Being, Nothing Is Nothing Becomes Nothing is not In your world, all things return to Me I'm the Collector of Souls For they're never past my control I take of what is and nothing of that I give I'm the Alpha Omega My Way in Itself, complete I Am The Continuum Human, meagerness of purpose Come feed Me what I please My spirit shan't be hindered For It Knows no weakness I dine on your pain Your strength is only that of men Human, why do you clutch your flesh so? In My Being I AM I Will I Create In your world all things return to Me
Assembled from bits of other creatures Created not born Not having to age beyond recognition I have no soul Arrogance and ignorance A useful tool to destroy those with faith I despise everything. And will annihilate you all Crucify and justify. The ones who won't follow In your eyes I see your demise I am the superior sovereign. Creator of pain Dressed in sin. Filled with wrath Vengeful is my vein Floods of hate boiling distress Follow the journey to my dark side See the human remains cover the ground I feel no guilt for this genocide Praising true evil with blooded thoughts Swearing faithfulness to the dishonest Nourish my lust for immolation I represent your devastation
Assembled from bits of creatures Created not born Not having to age beyond recognition I have no soul In this chaos no one is free to do what he pleases Watching the sky above. But praying to those below Hunting for my daily rage. See the rising slavement Using lies to fulfill my dreams I am the superior sovereign. Creator of pain Dressed in sin. Filled with wrath Vengeful is my vein Floods of hate boiling distress Follow the journey to my dark side See the human remains cover the ground I feel no guilt for this genocide Praising true evil with blooded thoughts Swearing faithfulness to the dishonest Nourish my lust for immolation I represent your devastation I am the superior sovereign. Creator of pain Dressed in sin. Filled with wrath Vengeful is my vein No compassion for the mortal
You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women Bountiful selection at your discretion I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty? I don't fit in so why do you want me? And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another I'm on your list with all your other women But I still love to wash in your old bathwater You make me feel like I couldn't love another I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man I still love to wash in your old bathwater Make me feel like I couldn't love another I can't help it...you're my kind of man
No I can't help myself I can't help myself I still love to wash in your old bathwater
not finished.. this is just a rough. it'll be a month or so before i'm all caught up i think.
Harpies Bizarre - Elvis Costello
He selects the plainest face form a spiteful row of girls Elegant insulted women, a flaw of cultured pearls He drops a name or two, she fails to catch At last he's met his match Unspoiled and unaffected, he wants her so much She puts up half-hearted resistance, like she was taught to do She's heard some of those small town playboys but this is something new His promise seems dangerous, she'd like to believe He says "You'd better leave" "You've only got yourself to blame, shame, or deceive"
The waiting lines are long They never get too far Everyone wearing that medal with pride Harpies Bizarre
I looked on but hesitated I failed to interrupt You're so hard to tell the truth to So easy to corrupt I'll memorize your face Your tragic smile The hurt look in your eyes As you betrayed yourself to the part of him that dies
The waiting lines are long They never get too far They're shining up their shoes to kick a falling star You think you should be somebody But you don't know who you are Everyone wearing that medal with pride Harpies Bizarre
this is a little change of pace. not a song, but a poem, by Loris Malaguzzi. There is an english translation below, but if you dont understang italian, i still recommend you read the original as it has a great pace. if you're alone or not self conscious, try reading it out loud, the words slip readily off the tongue.
this is a rough, i'll have the final one up when the midterm heat cools a little.
invece il cento c’è
Il bambino è fatto di cento. Il bambino ha cento lingue cento mani cento pensieri cento modi di pensare di giocare e di parlare cento sempre cento modi di ascoltare di stupire di amare cento allegrie per cantare e capire cento mondi da scoprire cento mondi da inventare cento mondi da sognare. Il bambino ha cento lingue (e poi cento cento cento) ma gliene rubano novantanove. Gli dicono: di pensare senza mani di fare senza testa di ascoltare e di non parlare di capire senza allegrie di amare e di stupirsi solo a Pasqua e a Natale. Gli dicono: di scoprire il mondo che già c’è e di cento gliene rubano novantanove. Gli dicono: che il gioco e il lavoro la realtà e la fantasia la scienza e l’immaginazione il cielo e la terra la ragione e il sogno sono cose che non stanno insieme. Gli dicono insomma che il cento non c’è. Il bambino dice: invece il cento c’è.
The Hundred Languages of Children
No way. The hundred is there. The child is made of one hundred. The child has a hundred languages a hundred hands a hundred thoughts a hundred ways of thinking of playing, of speaking. a hundred, always a hundred ways of listening of marveling, of loving a hundred joys for singing and understanding a hundred worlds to discover a hundred worlds to invent a hundred worlds to dream. The child has a hundred languages (and a hundred hundred hundred more) but they steal ninety-nine. The school and the culture separate the head from the body. They tell the child to think without hands to do without head to listen and not to speak to understand without joy to love and to marvel only at Easter and Christmas. They tell the child to discover the world already there and of the hundred they steal ninety-nine. They tell the child that work and play reality and fantasy science and imagination sky and earth reason and dream are things that do not belong together. And thus they tell the child that the hundred is not there. The child says “No way – The hundred is there.”
Clickin' by your house about two forty-five With a sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise, I got a cherry popsicle right on time A big stick, mamma, that'll blow your mind
'Cause I'm your ice cream man, I'm a one-man band (yeah) I'm your ice cream man, honny, I'll be good to you.
Baby, missed me in the alley, baby, don't you fret Come back around and don't forget, When you're tired and you're hungry Want something cool, Got something better than a swimming pool
'Cause I'm your ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm your ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you. 'Cause I'm your ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm your ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you.
If you see me coming, you ain't got no change Don't worry baby, it can be arranged Show me you can smile, baby, just for me I'll fix you with a drumstick, and I'll do it for free
'Cause I'm your ice cream man, I'm a one-man band I'm your ice cream man, honey, I'll be good to you
I don't understand about complimentary colors And what they say Side by side they both get bright Together they both get gray
But he's been pretty much yellow And I've been kinda blue But all I can see is Red, red, red, red, red now What am I gonna do
I don't understand about Diamonds and why men buy them What's so impressive about a diamond Except the mining
And it's dangerous work Trying to get to you too And I think if I didn't have to Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill Kill myself doing it Maybe I wouldn't listen so much to you
I've been watching all the time And I still can't find the track And I wanna know is it okay Is it just fine Was it my fault Is it my lack
I don't understand about The weather outside The harmony to the words That somebody lied
There's solace a bit for submitting To the fitfully cryptically true What's happened has happened What's coming is already on its way With a role for me to play
I don't understand I'll never understand But I'm trying to understand There's nothing else I can do...
How could I forget such a revelation To love without fear and learn without question How could I regret the meant occasions I must begin this day again Freedom and reason shine through Paddle upon the clouds one's own canoe How could I Humility take charge of me Drown me in truth's modest waters Loosen your grip identity Free me from an ego's falter Love too often is only a dream If I am harsh and unkind to myself So I share these attitudes with you Must I try? How could I? Freedom and reason shine through Paddle upon the clouds one's own canoe Love's too often only a dream If I am harsh and unkind to myself So I share these attitudes with you For in this spewing cavern of pride How could I!
Microscopic dust... To exist as I of many eyes Tentacles in our heads wrestling with anonymous segments.
Rowing deep into the murk with psychosis sitting on my lap Finding a rythm entrangled in nothingness On witnessing the present system A monstrous collage in movement Free to stray, swim in a tomb if you want.
All directions, every angles Nuances, infinite possibilities Confusion of a saturated mind The flood is so stimulating, but just where do we stop? Currents numerous...hard to focus...yessss...yESsSSSS !!! We want answers! Not confused babblings!
Losing control is a treat, still... We could be drained... We could be drained...of...
Chimeras, precious chimeras Ejected from the assembly Unto a circular technological slave pen Bound to be part of this geometrical harem Speak the frequencies of liberation The universal language of positive similarity When one crosses the threshold of the collective territory.
All the children testified that Miss Macbeth wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched as white as chalk-dust Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen letters There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your bedroom window You can hear her take a broom to beat out a tattoo on the ceiling Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she really evil, was she only pantomime Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody saves, that somebody's face has just been washed off the pavement Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain Miss Macbeth saw her reflection As confetti bled it's colours down the drain
[Chorus:] And everyday she lives out another love song It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong Well how can you miss what you've never possessed Miss Macbeth
Well we all should have known when the children paraded They portrayed her in their fairytales, sprinkling Deadly Nightshade And as they tormented her she rose to the bait Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate
And everyday she lives out another love song "You're up there enjoying yourself, and I know it's wrong"
Well how can you miss what you've never possessed Miss Macbeth
Sometimes people are just what they appear to be With no redemption at all We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl
Miss Macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under the chin and she whispers to it tenderly Then sticks it on a pin And It might be coincidence, but a boy down the lane, that she said "went white as he could do," then doubled over in pain
I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home We'll get a dark purple carpet so I never fall, we'll never sink inside this hole and make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us... So join me in my home
I'm digging a tunnel to another world To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side And no one really knows his right from wrong. So what changed? Still feels like home!
Running from the horror of civil depression from the time before the time Claiming the remains of a glorious presence A chapter that slowly dies Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage Can you see, my forehead burning? Pretentious fairies counting heads Mortal Inventory, roots to collect
But there is no other place....
I will be digging you a small hole, to call home So you will always feel welcome, all on your own But when you need a break from it all Pack a few bones to accompany the road And remember that there is no place to come back to There was never a home.
Attila Marcel - Triplets of Belleville sountrack (Ben Chares, Béatrice Bonifassi)
moi mon homme c'est un vrai c'est un dur, un balaise je vois la mort de près de dans ses yeux de braise il me fait ce que personne n'ose il couvre mon corps d'équimoses il m'assomme, il m'poche les yeux il m'fait la vie en bleu
moi mon homme il me botte y'en a pas deux comme lui c'est pas de la gnognotte trois cent vingt livres et demies il me serre si fort dans ses bras que mon souffle repousse pas il est barbare, il est cruel mon attila marcel
j'irais retrouver sa lumière avec une droite de dieu le père et je reste sonnée jusqu'à Paques au paradis des têtes à claques
moi mon homme c'est un vrai c'est un dur, un balaise je verrai la mort de près de dans ses yeux de braise.
Attila Marcel
My man is the real thing, A hard, brutal man. I see death up close, in the burning embers of his eyes. he does to me what nobody dares, he covers my body with bruises. he strikes me, he gives me black eyes, he makes my life "la vie en bleu".
My man kicks me around, But there is no one else like him. It's no laughing matter, three hundred and twenty pounds and a half of him. He holds me so tight in his arms, That it takes my breath away, never to return. he is a barbarian, he is cruel, my Attila Marcel
I will find his virtues, with the help of God's mean right hand. and I'll remain stunned until easter in the abused fool's paradise
My man is the real thing, A hard, brutal man, Very soon I will see death up close, in the burning embers of his eyes.
After all our dreams went down Sinking for our very eyes Still echoing the sound Oh the frozen dreadful cries Witnessed the passing of our only loves Lose a battle to the sea Why did you choose my only love It could've easily been me But it seems there was some other plan One I don't care to understand In the refuge of these foreign arms I could find your holy land How can it be that we defy this tragedy From this lifeboat in the dark Is it wrong that we could come together Wind and sorrow bear a spark In our soul and desperation Truest thing we'd ever known But to admit that to the world would be blasphemy Just to show we had our ground How can it be that we defy this tragedy From this lifeboat in the dark Is it wrong that we could come together Wind and sorrow bear a spark How can it be that we defy this tragedy From this lifeboat in the dark Is it wrong that we could come together Wind and sorrow bear a spark How can it be that we defy this tragedy From this lifeboat in the dark Is it wrong that we could come together Wind and sorrow bear a spark.
Cerco di trovare la mia identità Senza chiedere aiuto, ma sono lontano. Busso e non risponde neanche un’anima Menomale che non ho paura del buio. Non ho niente per me, ma non dispero. Mangio solo pane e cattiveria ormai E non è un buon motivo per esserne fiero.
Cammino da solo e non mi volto mai Non posso perdere Disposto a sbagliare solo per crescere, non soccombere.
Rit:Ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo,calma yeeh ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo
Marca l’uomo tutta l’aggressività Ma non posso privarmi del nome che porto. Conscio di una brutta popolarità Perché a volte mi faccio giustizia da solo Odio nascondermi e mendicare, credo solo in quello che fa bene a me e non chiedo alla vita niente di speciale.
Cammino da solo e non mi volto mai, continuo a correre, Disposto a sbagliare solo per crescere, non soccombere
Ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo,calma
E prendo di mira il peggio, il futile gli stolti e tutti i re, Non presto favori per poi riceverne, per non soccombere
Ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo,calma
TRANSLATION: I’m trying to find my own identity without asking for any help, but I’m still far from it I knock but no one answers, not even a soul luckily for me I’m not afraid of darkness I’ve got nothing, but I don’t despair now I feed myself only from bread and evil and it’s not something to be proud of I walk alone and never turn around I can’t lose willing to make mistakes only to grow, not to succumb It’s necessary to be calm and cold blooded, calm Aggressiveness brands men but I can’t deprive myself of my own name aware of my notoriety coz sometimes I take justice in my hands I hate hiding and begging I only believe in that which is good for me and I don’t expect anything special from this life I walk alone and never turn around I keep running willing to make mistakes only to grow, not to succumb It’s necessary to be calm and cold blooded, calm And I aim at the worst, the futile, the unwise and all the kings I don’t do any favours to get them later in return, not to succumb It’s necessary to be calm and cold blooded
please note: 'Virtute' comes from the Latin: Virtus. Virtus was a virtue in ancient Rome that had connotations of valour, excellence, fortitude, character, worth, and masculine strengths.
Plea From A Cat Named Virtute - The Weakerthans
Why don't you ever wanna play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I don't know who you're talking to, I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing; they're not helping anything, they won't make you strong.
So we should open up the house, invite the Tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister if, she doesn't bring her basset hound. Ask the things you shouldn't miss: tape hiss and the modern man, cold war and card catalogues to come join us if they can.
Girly drinks and parlor games, we'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try. To let your losses dangle off, the sharp edge of a century. We'll talk about the weather, or how the weather use to be.
And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill, let their tiny feathers fill disappointment. Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong.
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, frankly that thing doesn't really interest me. I swear I'm gonna bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong.
That one behind you on the padded velvet throne, Don't turn around! You've seen that kind before. Wolves hang around here and they hunt the woods alone, Waiting for hearts to wander through the door.
This bar has changed now that the hunter's hunted too. Who is the prey, and who is the hungry mouth? Go talk to strangers, only nothing said is true. It's "Who do you know?" and "When did you last fly south?"
And it's drinks bought to catch the eye and make intentions known, The kind they would never buy if they meant to drink alone.
And it's soft words that make the play in warm and winning tones, The kind words they'd never say if they dared to sleep alone.
But like you, I'm fascinated by the glitter of the play, Watching wolves steal half of a heart away. Watching wolves steal half of a heart away.
