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played in one take, only later lyrics and the newly bought tenor horn added. this song is for Marija Medjo, Artjem Oksov, Kore Yoors and Nenad Maljukan.
lyrics
where the sun comes up, or rather, where the earth goes down
on a prairie,
under the lazy circles of a stork
before the round and purple dots
against a green background
of war,
of borders and the somewhat cheaper toilet paper,
affordable detergent
an overdose of corn in beer
in green bottles, linked to the local prostitute
willing to join
and
unwilling to join
but forced to
cross the bombed and broken bridge
to greet all poplars
and all frogs on all the side walks
of the streets of this provincial town
the cursed and cursing people check my shoes
they laugh at me,
and
at the empty wagon
in the sun
under which
more corn grows
and more corn
and sunflowers die in draaught
and the smell of burnt coffee
the selling of petrol in coca cola bottles ,from the bushes
along the blocked highway
than,
near the river
de man with white-veiled eyes
his father tells him now to feed the cows
and he just moved back in
from killing in the neighboring town
his long hair shot short
not shaven,
just fell short of words for hatred for the west and north
for sleeping on the gun s mouths
of the air defense
my cousin doesn’t
paints the gypsies anymore;
only the portraits of the fat and weakened faces of the general,
the so called president,
i hate the never-ending of this story
a father sitting by the bedside of the son
scars of torture tell a story,
friendly, while the sun goes down.
and solace: even a personal history knows no repetition.
these scars prove not to be hereditairy
but sympathie is..
coin liberation what others redeem
dissolving is no solution
direction mirrors symmetrically and crashes)
please, bring an end to this kind of progression.
where dogs yawn, wolves cry.
electric heater on a leash inside the minibus
frozen hairdo
musquito bites
swimming in a soft rain
don tlook for profit
just for luck
or even freedom
bullet in cheeck
beer on a train
tongues locked
throats closed
it six a.m. and the station smells of old and sun warmed steel
smells just as well of gel in young boys’ hair
i settled down
unshaven
on stone floors and tiles
full of love
for everything
alles,
so tired
mankind, small,
c minor
ok, let s have it,
one more time
a tractor
(et embargo;
dissonance is just as well
moving air around a heart
around a soul and sympathy
for bread and flowers, wounds and honey
blood, and dill and missiles
parsley and a wooden mine sweeper,
to know of a white pistol
of love and disgust
coffee and speck
hidden in a drawer
of sons and daughters
and intolerance for gluten).
credits
from pksolo,
released April 16, 2023
pietro, thnx for editing the way you did.
Short but sweet psyche pop EP, from an act that could be Melbourne's (slightly more electronic) answer to Tame Impala. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2013
