1. |
Brain Cells
02:06
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BRAIN CELLS
Unhealthy feeling - inward bleeding
the cause is unknown - I’ve grown old
It could have been my invention - or just sort of speculation
I feel empty at home - so I wanna be blown
Blown away…
where the fierce river flows
Blown away…
to be drowned or stay alive
Blown away…
where to survive means to win
Blown away…
into the fierce river called life
(14.8.1995)
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2. |
All in Black
04:33
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ALL IN BLACK
BLACK “BRAUN” WATCH
BLACK SPACE
BLACK IN THE CROTCH
BLACK IN THE FACE
BLACK COFFEY
BLACK SHABBY BONES
BLACK COLD TEA
BLACK SICK THOUGTHS
BLACK FUCKING LIFE
BLACK BALL UNDER A HAT
BLACK RUSTED KNIFE
BLACK PERSON IN ITS BED
BLACK … ALL IN BLACK
BLACK SHADE PULLING DOWN
BLACK TOO-LONG DAYS
BLACK WOMAN IN HER NIGHT-GOWN
BLACK OPINIONS ON GAYS
BLACK I
BLACK DEAD PEOPLE
BLACK GIFT-GIVING NIGHT
BLACK WORM IN THE APPLE
BLACK FOGGY FUTURE
BLACK GIRLS THAT I’VE MET
BLACK AWAITING VULTURE
BLACK IDEA IN MY HEAD
BLACK … ALL IN BLACK
BLACK STAINED WINDOW
BLACK FOREST UPON
BLACK COFFIN WHER I GO
BLACK CANCER THAT TURNS ME ON
BLACK … ALL IN BLACK
—
(Written on 20.6.1995)
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3. |
Morning Bus
07:21
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Morning bus
Evening tram
Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same?
Your closed eyes on a hot red seat
Your handsome body stretched out like meat
Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same?
Morning bus
Evening tram
Go under water down into the dam
I’d fall in love with you
But I’ve got one small problem you know
I go under water into the dam
But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook it into mine
like the last time
But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
And we’ll go to drown
Morning girls
Evening boys
All look like toys
Making noise
Hi, ciao, ahoj
Morning bus
At 7 o’clock
An old ugly brunette
Pricks my cock
I know it is just a toy
a toy making noise
Freezing morning
Warm night
The way seen
Is not quite bright
Upon an eye fallen profiles of things
Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks
The road having been gone
Is yet not quite bright
But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook it into mine
like the last time
But if you don’t mind
Just take my arm
Hook into mine
And we’ll go to drown
— some 1996 or 1997
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4. |
Two Flies
04:48
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It's another morning full of emptiness
when six is sick and life is nothingness
it's the same as yesterday as the days before
though today I am not alone
she's beautiful young insane
probably a whore
whore on dope
whore on dope
whore on dope
I don't even know her name
and she doesn't believe that my name Jan
we keep asking each other for our names
none of us hears an answer
we keep asking each other for our names
none of us understands
lying on my bed
watching a white ceiling
I think of helping her
I think of healing
she is sitting there
with her legs crossed
the mute child is slightly swaying
looking nowhere
Karla Svetlanka or a black-haired ghost
her door is closed
she needs someone to open it with
I do not know how
who will call the locksmith
who will call the locksmith
when none of can move
I feel like a piece of shit
and she wants to be soothed
two flies are hanging on a curtain
in a blacked out room
I've been watching them for a long time
they are dead or just don't move
they are dead or just don't move
two flies
(1997 autumn)
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5. |
Charmain
06:15
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CHARMAIN
WHAT ARE WE UP TO
CHARMAIN
IT MIGHT SOUND A BIT CRUEL
BUT THE WHITE PRESSURE GOES HIGH
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
CHARMAIN
WHILE YOU’RE EATING IN THE CANTEEN
CHARMAIN
MY FINGERS ARE TREMBLING
I JUST CANNOT ROLL A CIGARETTE, CHRIST
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
CHARMAIN
A COCK IS AN ANIMAL
CHARMAIN
IT WANTS TO HAVE IT ALL
IT NEEDS A WANK, SUCK, FUCK...
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
CHARMAIN
YOU’RE NINETEEN YEARS OLD
CHARMAIN
I’M GETTING BOLD AND OLD
BUT JUST ONE GLIMPSE OF YOUR BLACK EYE
AND I FEEL HIGH
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
THANKS FOR THE SMILES YOU GAVE ME
THANKS FOR THE EYES YOU HAVE
IT MADE ME FEEL AS IF YOU LIKED ME
IT MADE ME FEEL RELAXED
(summer 1997)
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6. |
Hey Ben
05:41
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Hey Benny
gotta tell you you're doing extremely well
right man you are on your way
if you keep your eyes wide open
if you keep standing on your feet
if you keep doing all the crazy things
you will be the one of few
who crashed their own fear
aaa you don't believe me buddy
alright now just listen
you can see inside of you, can't you?
you can admit all the fuck-ups, can you not?
well man most people usually don't do it and
they don't want to see their problems Ben
they don't want to see inside of themselves
cause they always have something to lose
they are slaves
you know they would lose
something or somebody
oh yes the scared slaves
slaves under control of fear
all terrified of loosing
but Ben you are free
Ben you are no slave
you are no slave
you don't be scared
you are ready for defeats
Evertime you lose
you win anyway Ben
You have certain things you like
and you do them
isn't that right, isn't that right man?
one more thing on my mind now
you'd better not talk to people
the way you talk to yourselves
at least not so often
man they are not worth it
they are scared
and they don't want to show it
no they are scared
but you don't worry
'cause you are the one
who crashed his own fear
---1997
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7. |
Matches (1997 in Malta)
07:37
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STREET AND A CUTE BODY STANDING BY THE CORNER
LOOKING AROUND
YOU’RE ONLY PASSING BY INTAKING
THE NICE SIGHT
IF YOU LOVE THIS WORLD
SO SAY IT’S RIGHT
IF YOU LOVE THIS WORLD
SAY THAT’S RIGTH
THEN AT NIGHT ON THE WAY TO BED
YOU GET LOST
YOU ASKED FOR IT YOU BEGGED FOR IT
THERE YOU ARE
NOW THE PEACE IS GONE
AND YOUR BED IS FAR
A BEAST’S LYING ON YOU BOY
ON YOU GIRL
BUT THEN IN THE MORNING GOD HUGS THEE
SO YOU CAN SAIL ON
FOR YOU’RE JUST A MATCH IN THE SEA
THAT BOG MAKES FLOAT
IF YOU GOT A LIGHT
SO GO AND SHINE
KEEP ENLIGHTENING
UNTIL YOU SINK DOWN
IF YOU GOT THE LIGHT
GO AND SHINE
KEEP GLOWING
UNTIL YOU SINK DOWN
I’M DRIFTING WOOD
PIECE OF WOOD
DRIFTING WOOD
I’M A MATCH
——
(written in Malta, summer 1997)
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8. |
Only At Night
07:12
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9. |
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Night Shift Love Song To Feith
Whenever you let me love you
I’m ready
Whenever you let me love you
My eyes, my month, mack
My head, my hair, my tongue
The ass, hairs, dick and balls
All the skin
Whenever you don’t let me love you
Ill clear the way
And clean the air around
With the squeezebox
Whenever you let me love you
But before that
Ill masturbate
Recalling licking your crotch
Which gives the right angle
To see your shivering body
Just like now
At 1:20 am
Behind the reception desk
With the radio-, refrigerator, ventilator kind of loneliness
Well now
Call me shit please
Call me a shitty sperm gunner
I still love you
I still love you
My sweety, sweaty, punky faith
Punky faith
Punky faith
Whenever you let me love you
I’m ready
Whenever you let me love you
I’m ready
Punky faith
-----
Text written for Věra, my first girlfriend and partner, during the reception work at Lazne Hotel Kostelec, CZ in 1998.
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Zuzka nese pivo (věnováno Zuzce, co dělala v hospodě na Zahradě)
Když Zuzka nese pivo a staví se na pár slov
Když Zuzka nese pivo dá ti pusu
Roztáhne nohy a skáče panáka
Roztáhne nohy a dá si panáka
Tak ty piješ pivo
Tak ty piješ pivo
Tak ty piješ pivo
A já piju rum
(1999, Brno)
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11. |
Beruška (bonus, 2000)
03:10
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BERUŠKA
no jasně
že mi strašně chybíš
no jasně
že bych ti to řekl
a určitě bych si myslel
že ti to vadí
že tě s tím otravuju
že to dělám horším
protože já tě...beruško
protože já tě...beruško
samozřejmě
však ty to víš
jo ty to víš
já tě beruško
a mráz mi bude běhat po zádech
běhá
no prosím tě a budeš mít to kouzlo i za 20 let?
no jestli jo
tak tam budeš sedět
a já budu strašně škaredý
a už mi to konečně bude jedno
a budu ti šeptat
já tě beruško
já tě fakt
beruško
však ty víš
no
mááráádáá, tááráádáá
já tě beruško
a mráz mi bude běhat po zádech
no do boha
však ty to víš
já se nezměním
vždy až závislý na tvých neskučných očích
no a taky nudný až běda
a snad se mi to bude tak i líbit
a snad to budu stále i nenávidět
a ty tam budeš sedět
a budeš vědět
že to nesnášíš
ale snad i potřebuješ
protože já tě beruško
no já tě přece beruško úplně
a věřím, že i ten mráz mi bude běhat po zádech
jo snad jo
no ovšem
že bych dlouho vydržel jenom se dívat
jak jseš
jak něco děláš nebo povídáš
ale ještě víc bych tě chtěl chytit za vlasy
jasně jemně
a jestli bych to svedl
dotknout se brady a pak
už bych to nebyl já
už bych nedovedl říct
nedovedl bych říct
už bych nedovedl říct
beruško
já tě...
beruško
já tě... tak
aby mi mráz běhal po zádech
----
Jen Svoboda, 2000 (z alba: Come Dream Like Cunt - Trabucco (2000))
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jen svoboda Zlin, Czech Republic
Snivec, harmonikář s nástrojem ze 70. let (USSR), performer, milovník experimentů a kazet, písničkář, mučič turecké baglamy,
samouk. Nově s indickým harmoniem
Nahrává od roku 1994 - seznámil se s pouliční scénou ulic a života měst Brno, Valletta (Malta), Galway (IRL), Curych a Lucern (CH) a Praha, kde na předměstí v současnosti žije a občas hrává na skalách Dalejského a Prokopského údolí
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