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Come Dream Like Cunt Trabucco (2001)

by Jan Moron Svoboda

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Bad Dream 04:26
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BAD DREAM (6.7.2000, 8 a.m.) the strange objects with accumulated energy and you can’t take it you can’t feel it it is hidden for your eyes the new age’s full of crossroads and you just can’t move and you just can’t appreciate it it will get you nowhere unless you wake up a little sympathy and love flying toward you and you just can’t take it and you just can’t feel it you find it too little modesty is unknown to you the compassionate voices on the phone and you just can’t listen to them and just can’t stop throwing your blood up crapping your blood out you can’t stop wasting your energy because you are always waiting for something that’s already gone you want too much, asshole --- ! ! ! ! moron
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Beruška 03:19
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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
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Dead Man 01:27
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Sunflower 03:31
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Tunnel 02:19
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Walden 01:55
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Domov (meat beat) 04:00
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Zuzka 01:00
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Peťka 05:28
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One Day 02:39
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Zero 06:21
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ZERO The buzz of the computer gets me down does’t stimulate it at all condemned to doing nothing damned to worthlessness a zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win drowning itself in chaos of meanings with no final meaning in sight sure sure death will be the final meaning of it there is one more year left maybe more maybe more one more year is like one hundred of them and it wants to sin for that short feeling of freedom flattening itself on the ground and twitching flattening itself on the ground and twitching saying anything that comes to its mind making noise with some ability to defend it against the rest of the world provoking distress and detestation always somehow trying to throw others into the arms of disillusion and pain tchutchutchu childishly trying to do what others don’t
with little success destroyed by its inability to understand feelings still the same piece of shit a zero asking for being erased with nothing to say with poor style with no gentle moments anymore repeating itself all the time boring and lifeless faceless a desperate but sometimes convincing actor hopeless writer mean ugly weak lazy and soft not a man but it a cry-baby with undefinable ambitions like doing something that would touch somebody like make others trust it by saying the bullshit it usually says like gaining unspeakable high virtue by being something close to a moron genius, indian, bohemian, child and pig not knowing what it does or why not knowing what it does or why drinking too much shaking legs under the table endlessly eating too quickly making everything around stained and dirty smoking too quickly hating itself adoring itself stupid animal with a few natural instincts talking too much about itself with no will strength or (chances to stay) not even strong enough to kill itself with no peace with no love with no listeners zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win how can anybody trust it how can anybody trust it people beware it sucks you up with no peace with no love with no listeners zero with nothing to lose and nothing to win how can anybody trust it how can anybody trust it people beware it sucks you up —— A final paper that I wrote after the lecture on Zen in American Literature given by James Soderholm, Fullbright Prof. at the Department of English and American Studies, Faculty of Arts, Masaryk University, Brno, 2000
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Chalamada 00:32
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13.
Hey Son 08:02
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The album was tape-recorded with a 1988 Phillips recorder. The songs were cooked up mostly in Brno (Kopečná, Jugoslávská) and in Zlín 2000-2001. It was named after the car (Trabant Combi) I owned at that time. I called it "Zero", "Cunt" or "Trabucco". I tried to live in a small community of people for one year at that time. The place was called "Kopečná". The big house with multiple gallery dwellings and a big courtyard in the middle was occupied by socially unstable, creativity-driven individuals. The dwellings rather than flats were heated mostly by coal. The toilets were separated, something like 1 for 3-4 dwellings. The whole place smelled of coal, grass, and the dead pigeons the corpses of which piled up under the roof of the big building. It was a sort of pigeon cemetery. The place also had a century long history of thefts, murders, and suicides. In the 1990s it became an attraction for creative people who formed a mix of suicides, thieves, alcoholics, art students, poets, dancers, gypsies, orphans, old ladies with no income, artisans, old junkies, musicians, painters, drug dealers, and prostitutes. It was in the very old town center of Brno. It was pretty special. It seems that whoever lived there for some time, never forgot it and was changed by the place dramatically. The dwelling house was demolished in 2012 and a new block of apartments was built there. The last song was made in Jugoslávská street, a place which is well known for its dense Gypsy population.

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released September 11, 2001

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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 ... more

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