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Welfare Minimum
What's going on? Nothing, it's personal
An eternal pain that I'll only share with the sky
The green-eyed monster, synonym of jealousy
Taxes water in the Sahel desert just to fill his jacuzzi
And that's the way it works in this hard-working world
The biggest cowards throw the first stone and then they hide
As ordered, co-ordinated, God orders us to pardon them.
I pardoned them. Gave love that nobody would give me back.
But why? Why? Blame the biz,
Blame the [dollar] bills, my son. Your vice becomes a motto
This millennium is monetary. The populace unpopular
You'd think The Golden Calf was running a promotion on a global scale
It justifies treachery. Trickery.
Economy is ever more wolves in the sheep-pen.
Is it the scumbags that we adulate? The kids of adults
Inculcate themselves with the new cult and catapult it round the globe
African choirs
And even the marginal leaders are selling baseball caps
Sneakers. A supermarket-based religion
My neurons are pushing and shoving, speeding like sperm cells then bam!
And in the people carrier, that was Ayrton Solaar!
In the slums people are dreaming about IMF funds
But deep down we know that families run closer to welfare minimums
The kids pinching from wallets to get themselves Pokemon
The era is bleak. Satan's stock is rising in value, I can see his pointed horns
But you were talking millions... of Saint-Emilions
But since there are thousands of us how many will be humiliated
The History of Art seems to be all dollar-coloured
And as Rico says, 'This business is run by ham-fisted art-holes'
Apart from that, what's new? Nothing new, just bluff. I'm widowed.
With girls maybe you need to act all rough and tough
Give kisses and stay chilled like Jesus Christ
Or pull out the kriss let the 666 slip us in the abyss
And music? Do I like it? They want to put it in prison.
Imagine Cupid shooting poison arrows
It's a free space ... and they're putting it in a corner
Nails, pop clones, clowns, clans of garden gnomes.
That's why I always sit opposite to Pontius Pilate
Ricochet on the beat like a flat stone across water
Throw Surats and Psalms. Under the banner of the gnome.
With no chrome, a smile in my heart, boom in their home.
In the slums people are dreaming about IMF funds
But deep down we know that families run closer to welfare minimums
African choirs
~3oudicca
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29.11.2024
A summer without heat
The still air, the empty sky
The birds no longer fly
A summer without heat
Everything is gray around
No love between us
One cannot hope
In silence to think
To understand together
How much harm we do
With our own hands
A summer without heat
God, but why?
The still air, the empty sky
The birds no longer fly
The world is silent to rediscover
The love that no longer exists
You look at me, you want to speak to me
But you hear a cry down there
A child playing alone
Waiting for a tomorrow for him
A tomorrow that knows how to give
What is missing today
A summer without sun
God, but why?
A summer without heat
29.11.2024
accustomed
Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
I’ll close myself off from everyone, I’ll forget who I am
A psychological death, but I’ll muster the courage to call you, albeit still numb and detached
Just understand that I am who I am, I’m still yours
Just understand that I am who I am, I’m obsessed with you
Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
You’re no longer here, I can’t accept that
No, you’re alive, but died before my eyes
It hurts so, having lost you that way
I won’t wait for your anymore
I loved just once, and then searched for something similar
Thousands of faces, but not one of them (It’s not you)
Oh how I long for your touch
Oh how I’ve become accustomed to you
Why are you crying
And I drink my cognac, and as if out of spite it doesn’t get to me
I greet the dawn hugging a bottle, what an idiot
I greet the dawn, what a fool, what an idiot, I greet the dawn
29.11.2024
She Will Leave
Mysterious is
That feeling that
Makes your eyes rest on her
You are a child
You suffer because she
When she passes, doesn’t notice you
You don’t know why
But you search within yourself
Emotions never felt with her
And at night now
It’s fire inside you
You wake up suddenly crying
When she leaves
Nothing of her will remain
And on the empty beach, you will walk
And the cold of autumn you will already feel
When she leaves
Nothing of her will remain
You head toward a train
You still seek her
The game of love is not over
You run among the people
Who pass indifferently
Your fantasy flies away from her
You see on her face
The shadow of a smile
Maybe she understands, maybe she knows
Now she will leave
Nothing of her will remain
Now she will leave
Nothing of her will remain
It’s not strawberry time
You cry and scream inside yourself
29.11.2024
The Jester
Why don't we laugh anymore?
Silence now waits for you
Come to entertain
Jump and joke again
You must satisfy
Your demanding lord
Laugh, but inside it’s not like that
You can't cry if you want
Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away
They are laughing, you did it
Return to yourself, in your pain
Laugh, but inside it’s not like that
You can't cry if you want
Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away
They are laughing, you did it
Return to yourself, in your pain
Sing and play, come on
You can’t stop
You must give up
The desire to run away