Artist : GLEDHILL, MINDY
Album : Anchor
Everything you do it sends me
Higher than the moon with every
Twinkle in your eye
You strike a match that lights my heart on fire

When you’re near, I hide my blushing face
And trip on my shoelaces
Grace just isn’t my forté
But it brings me to my knees when you say

Hello, how are you, my darling today?
I fall into a pile on the floor
Puppy love is hard to ignore
When every little thing you do, I do adore

We’re as different as can be
I’ve noticed you’re remarkably relaxed
And I’m overly uptight
We balance out each other nicely

You wear sandals in the snow
In mid-July I still feel cold
We’re opposites in every way
But I can’t resist it when say

[Chorus]

Finding words, I mutter
Tongue-tied, twisted
Foot in mouth, I start to stutter
Ha, ha, Heaven help me

[Chorus]

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Artist : GLEDHILL, MINDY
Album : Anchor
Cuando el mundo al girar
Como un rojo globo que al cielo va
Y mis pies en el suelo no están
Mi ancla tú serás

Soy famosa en el lugar
Por inquieta y no puedo parar
Pero yo te busco sin cesar
Mi ancla tú serás

Extraña es la imagen que doy
Me quieren cambiar a la moda de hoy
Pero tú me abrazas donde estoy
Y es que tú me amas tal y como soy

Causas risa me dirán
Como una princesa me tratarás
Si me pierdo tú me encontrarás
Mi ancla tú serás

[Coro]

Cuando el mundo al girar
Como un rojo globo que al cielo va
Y mis pies en el suelo no están
Mi ancla tú serás

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
In time this won't even matter
This chapter will be long on the grass
And we'll talk about everything 'til it's easier
Your beauty is nothing compared to what

[Chorus]
You will become
You will become
You will become
In time, become

And we talked about talk of a gold ring
And you brought me one step closer to the heart of things
We talked about everything 'til we laughed about it
Your honesty is nothing compared to what

[Chorus x3]

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Echoes of another time
Playing lightly on my mind
There's many rivers still cross
To temper bitterness and loss,
Though what you say is true
This might be it for me and you
Maybe we can draw that line
Maybe another time.
Well I wanna do what's right
But maybe not tonight.

Memories of another town
Those pretty eyes, that pretty frown.
In the long grass where we lay
And let the whole world fall away.
And though in time we've walked apart,
You were always in my heart
Maybe we should say goodbye
But maybe not tonight.

I remember you were just a child
Burning brightly and running wild
We married on an August night
No priest, no church, just the big moon shining bright.
Maybe we should be moving on,
And figure what is done is done
Maybe we should break those vows
But maybe not right
Maybe we should do what's right
But baby not tonight.
Maybe we should both just do what's right
But baby not tonight.

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Simon
You are the model of your age
Don't let the bastards take the stage
They don't love you

And hey
You are a pure light on the waves
Don't let them turn us into slaves
They don't care for you (like I do)

Love that's given freely
It doesn't die, it only changes
And love that's taken easy
It has to hide in these exchanges

Glory
Don't get trampled under dust
Don't tell yourself you're out so much
Sometimes words won't be enough

And talkin', talkin' with the wolves
And you're talkin', talkin'
We don't even notice you

Love that's given freely
It doesn't die, it only changes
And love that's taken easy
It has to hide in these exchanges

And love that's given freely
It doesn't die, it only changes
And love that's taken easy
It has to hide in these exchanges

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
I'm workin' on the high hope
And if it all works out, you might just see me
Or hear from me in a while

I'm gonna make it across this tight rope
And I'm comin' for my prize
No more I'll be waitin' 'round
While life just passes by

Maybe when our hearts realign
Maybe when we've both had some time
I'm gonna see you there

I'm gonna see you there, lay
Where we can be natural, lay

'Cause I've been livin' in the half life
Not sure which way to turn
Why must a man lose everything
To find out what he wants

I'm gonna wait until it feels right
And when that time has come
Wild horses won't keep me back
From where you have gone

Maybe when we're both old and wise
Maybe when our hearts have had some time
I'm gonna see you there

I'm gonna see you there, lay
Where we can be natural, lay

After all we've seen
We can do anything, lay
Where your heart is strong
Where we can go on and on, lay
Where your good times gone
Where we are forever young, lay
Where your heart is strong
Where we can go on and on, lay, lay!

I wanna see you there

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Even if a day feels too long
You feel like you can't wait another one
You're slowly givin' up on everything
Love is gonna find you again

Love is gonna find you, you better be ready then

You been kneelin' in the dark for far too long
You've been waitin' for that spark, but it hasn't come
Well I'm callin' to you, please, get off the floor
A good heart will find you again

A good heart will find you, just be ready then

Tethered to a bird of sorrow
A voice that's buried in the hollow
You've given over to self-deceivin'
Your prostrate bowed would not be leavin'
You've squandered more than you could borrow
You've bet your joys on all tomorrows
For the hope of some returnin'
While everything around just burnin'

Come on, we gotta get out, get out of this mess we made
And still for all our talk, we're both so afraid
Will we leave this up to chance, like we do everything?
Love is gonna find us again

Love is gonna find us, we gotta be ready then

Tethered to a bird of sorrow
A voice that's buried in the hollow
You've given over to self-deceivin'
Your prostrate bowed would not be leavin'
You've squandered more than you could borrow
You've bet your joys on all tomorrows
For the hope of some returnin'
While everything around you's burnin'

But I'm not leavin' you yet
I'm not leavin' you yet
I'm not leavin'
I'm not leavin', yeah, yeah
I'm not leavin'
I'm not leavin', yeah, yeah
I'm hangin' on
Hangin' on
What's gonna come?
I'm hangin' on now
Hangin' on, hangin' on, hangin' on
Hangin' on, hangin' on, hangin' on

With the faithful
With the faithful
I'm hangin' on
What's gonna come?
What's gonna come?
Hangin' on
Hangin' on

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Waking on a field from the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north I see it
Well, there's doubt in every face
And there's a light here on the stage
What good is it if he don't himself believe in it?
Every clash brings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, it's coming
It's coming

There's a slap back in the face
For a sin you can't erase
And a coin drops in the box don't change the meaning [?]
There's a storm and it's a-raging
In the belly of the slave [?]
And it's coming
It's coming
It's coming
It's coming

When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It's coming
It's coming

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Love, you've been hesitating
You've been hanging on for that sign too long
And love, you've been leaving me waiting
And I don't know why or what it is I've done

And love, don't leave me guessing
Oh, love, don't keep me
Show yourself to me

And time, you've been erasing
You've been running out on me
And tongues, you've been a talking
You've been saying what you really mean

And love, don't leave me waiting
Oh, love, don't keep me
And love, don't leave me guessing
Oh, love, don't keep me
Show yourself, show yourself

And love, don't leave me waiting
Oh, love, don't keep me
And love, don't leave me guessing
Oh, love, don't keep me
Show yourself to me

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
What are we gonna do
If we lose that fire
What are we gonna do
If we start to doubt, if that fire goes out
I don't wanna lose you
To some bullshit hurt that could've been helped
I'm trying to tell you something
That good good heart is your greatest will
So what are we gonna do
If we lose that fire
What are we gonna do
If we start to doubt, if that fire goes out

I don't wanna change you
But you're a long, long way from happiness
I'm trying to show you something
A good good heart will always find love

What are we gonna do
If we lose that fire
What are we gonna do
If you start to doubt, if that fire goes out

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Well I win some races
That don't mean I'm fastest
And it don't mean I'm better
Than anyone

And I ride some horses
With great speed over courses
It's just 'cause you ain't here
For me at the line

'Cause for you I could win
For you I could trust myself
For you I could throw with abandon
Old glories all feign to the wind
'Cause I never left you
And you never let me go
Oh

And if I can have the glory
I'd give it up gladly
Oh how we sucked in the limelight
And left best friends behind

Will you come walk beside me
To the end of this story
And I'll let you go gently
Among your own kind, oh

'Cause for you I could win
For you I could trust myself
For you I could throw with abandon
Old glories all feign to the wind
'Cause I never left you
You never let me go
Oh

For you I will win
For you I will trust myself
For you I should throw with abandon
Old glories and everything to the wind

'Cause I never left you
And you never let me go
And I never left you
And you never let me go

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Stuck in the corner
I'm kissin' my Philander
She never said goodbye, only see ya later
While I'm makin' this a plan for you

And I'm always gonna love you
And I'm always gonna stay
Here with my Philander
Up here on this platter
And I'm laid out for Philander

I'll star you in my movie
I'm makin' it now
So come on, you little actor
Don't let me down, Philander

And I'm always gonna love you
And I'm never gonna stray
And I'm always gonna love you
And I'm always gonna stay

Here with my Philander

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
If we're gonna make it
'Cross this river alive
We need to think like a boat
And go with the tide

And I know where you've been
It's really left you in doubt
Of ever finding a harbor
Of figuring this out

And you're gonna need
All the help you can get
So lift up your arms now
And reach for it
And reach for it

And take your time babe
It's not as bad as it seems, you'll be fine babe
It's just some rivers and streams in between
You and where you wanna be
And watch the signs now
You'll know what they mean, you'll be fine now
Just stay close to me and make good hope
Walk with you through everything

And take your time babe
It's not as bad as it seems, you'll be fine babe
It's just some rivers and streams in between
You and where you wanna be
And watch the signs now
You'll know what they mean, you'll be fine now
Just stay close to me and make good hope
Walk with you through everything

May the song of good hope
Walk with you through everything

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Come away little lass come away to the water,
To the arms that are waiting only for you.
Come away little lass come away to the water,
To the ones appointed to see it through.
We are calling to you.

Come away little light come away to the laughter,
Show yourself so we might live.
Come away little light come away to the laughter,
To the ones appointed to see it through.
We are coming for you.
We are coming for you.

Come away little lamb come away to the water,
Give yourself so we might live anew.
Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter,
To the ones appointed to see it through.
We are coming for you.
We are coming for you.

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
This gift will last forever
This gift will never let you down
Some things are made from better stuff
This gift is waiting to be found

Your heart's in wide receiving
Been too long buried in the sand
Some things require leaving
This gift will fall right in your hand
Just try to understand...

If you long enough
And you don't give up
If you're strong enough
And you don't give up
And you...

You'll be no harbor to the sorrow
Just let it go.

Don't hang your head in sorrow
Don't give up just before you win
Don't wait around for tomorrow
Open up your arms and let it in

This gift will last forever
This gift will never let you down
Some things are made from better stuff
This gift is ready to be found
Just you believe it now

This gift will last forever
This gift will never let you down
Some things are made from better stuff
This gift is ready to be found
Your heart's in wide receiving
Been too long buried in the sand
Some things require believing
These things just fall right in your hand
Just try to understand

If you long enough
And you don't give up
If you're strong enough
And you don't give up [x2]

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Artist : GLEN HANSARD
Album : Rhythm And Repose
Rare, rare bird
Abide with me.
Don't give yourself
Too easily.

Stand your ground
For all to see.
Rare, rare bird
Abide with me.

Beautiful lamb
Don't turn away.
Just say the word
Without delay.

And shine your light
For all to see.
A rare, rare bird
You are to me.

Rare, rare bird
Abide with me.

Beautiful lamb
Don't walk away.
Just say the word
Without delay.

Take my hand
'Cause I'm lost you see.
A rare, rare bird
You are to me.

Rare, rare bird
Abide with me.

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
I am so glad you stuck true to your obsessions
and filed rest of questions under "false"
I am so glad you never took their offers
I am so glad you never returned their calls

Darling, darling, darling, darling...
My sacred darling

Darling, I believe that your obsession
is your only way out of here
It's your only spiritual condition
where heart and soul they cross-appeal

Darling, darling, darling, darling...
My sacred darling

So darling let's discuss our tactics:
I will be mad and you will be posessed
That is the only way to fight this world
Those are the only times when we are at our best

Darling, darling, darling, darling...
My sacred darling

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Here he comes right to your house
not through door, right through the wall.
He's a nomad and intruder
Spilling merry on your floor
What will now happen?
Well it already did!
And the table right in the middle
It got almighty flipped

Is it voice of the eternal?
Is it hand of the unseen?
came as nomad and intruder
with a pair of wooden sticks
And said, "Hey brothers
How is it napping on wagon full of hay?
Don't mind me, I'll be just a-startin'
Here fire in old-fashioned way"
We'll be starting starting fire
in an old fashioned way
With ain't no nothin'
Just take it all away
With two wood sticks and some hay

Well, I'll be leaving now, my friends
following the Springs
you can usually profound me
in between of my wings . . .

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
And so I married a Chinese lesbian
She was 45 years old
She needed bad to stay in the country
and I needed bad her dough

So I became her Greencard husband
And she became my ten grand wife
We quickly were and happily married
And now we can't split up

Inspector call us and inspector watch us
I'd run but I still haven't got my dough
I live with her in a half bedroom apartment
With six other lesbos

I live with her in a half bedroom apartment
With six other lesbos

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
I got a passport officer
This time you ain't getting what you want
This time you're doing only what you must
This time you're doing only what you must
Where is your friend now officer
That sharp good-looking lieutenant
Border patrol good-looking lieutenant
that got vacation cause he shot my friend
Where is your friend now officer?
That sharp good-looking lieutenant
His wife got acne and his children cry
His children cry: Assassino . . .

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time

So yeah, ha

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time

I know you since you were a twenty, I was twenty,
and thought that some years from now
a purple little little lady will be perfect
for dirty old and useless clown

So yeah, ha

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time

I know it all from Diogenes to the Foucault
from lozhechkin to Passepartout
I ya klyanusʹ, obossav dva palʹtsa,
chto muzyka poshla ot "Zvukov MU"!

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So yeah, uh ah uh ah

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now

So why don't you start wearing purple
why don't you start wearing purple
Start wearing the purple for me now!

All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So Vio-vio-violetta! Étta! Va-va-va-vaya dama ty moya! Ékh podaĭte nam karetu, vot étu, I my poedem k ebenyam!

So yeah, ah, Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
And only yesterday you thought
You were Peter The Great
With all, all your troops
And only yesterday you thought
Your name shall be carved in stone
But how slowly goes the night
For a shy kind of guy
That you have become tonight
You've never been
In this room of your mind

And only yesterday you were
Possessed by luck
And you, you knew no fear
And your savage wit
Where did it go?
Where did it disappear?
And how slowly goes the night
For a shy kind of guy
That you have become tonight
How strange
How strange to see you cry!

To see you cry
To see you cry
To see you cry

How slowly goes the night
For a shy kind of guy
That you have become tonight

How strange
How strange to see you cry
To see you cry
To see you cry

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Mussolini was a-shavin', whistlin' Tarantella,
Stalin was keeping eye on barbeque
When their fish line bell started to jingle,
Mussolini caught a-nothin', Stalin caught two

You know my friend, It's a kind of pretty,
Said Josef Stalin and loosened up his straps
Mussolini turn to him, with a restling glitter
Mussolini turn to him, and then, then he said: Yah!

Mussolini said Yaaaah Yah Yaaah Yah
Mussolini said Yaaaah Yah Yaaah Yaaah
Mussolini said Yaaaah Yaah Yah Yah Yaah

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
(I'm never doing another tango song in my fucking life)
The noise in this joint is unearthly
And soon I awkwardly say
"Look, there it is, my whole life in the ashtray
I can't go back to her that way"
'Cause in blue darkness of a night she keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife under my heart

I know that even though she doesn't show it
She grieves sorely for her son
And often walks out to the road in her old-fashioned coat
And in blue darkness of a night she keeps imagining one thing
How someone stuck his Finnish knife under my heart
Under my heart
In blue darkness of a night she keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife under my heart

I know she's there grieving sorely for me
I know she's there turning grey for me
And when I'll come back she'll forgive me so
Motherly, motherly, motherly

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
You and I resemble god
made by him to come after him
everything in us resembles god
except for one thing

Everything in us resembles god
except for one thing.
Everything in us resembles god
except for one thing.

I am a liar you are a cheater
I am a theif and you are a traitor
I'm downright stupid
and you are paranoid
haha, there's more than one

Well let's just keep going, then;

When I screw
I don't care for the beauty.
I drape myself over hands that are crooked

When I'm hurting myself
I just try to hurt you
you respond with tears
but they are never true

and as we tremble
night gets thinner and thinner
tell me which one of us here
is golden metal

Golden metal of that heavenly road
that I've heard is laying
somewhere in this world

One day,
One thing
One thing

and as we tremble
night gets thinner and thinner,
tell me which one of us here
is golden metal

I'm paranoid
and you are downright stupid
I know you'd flick me off
but your finger is too crooked

When I'm hurting myself
I just try to hurt you
you respond with tears
but they are never true

You and I resemble god
made by him to come after him
everything in us resembles god
except one thing

You and I resemble god
made by him to come after him
everything in us resembles god
except one thing
one thing
one thing
one thing
except for one thing
one thing.

Everything in us
resembles god
except for one thing.
Everything in us
resembles god
except for one thing.

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Back when I was young and crazy, as they say,
But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah.
Stole some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad.
I get stopped on the next train stop, in the middle of rural Ukraine.
This is how it's all begun,
And I will tell this story of a true rebellion.

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia.
(enough paranoia.)

Maybe I'm a man who is propelled,
Spinning circles of his doom.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid,
placed by the lord in this room.
And a bottle will always be my cover.
All of your eyebrows, will you please untie.
And if there's any room for a Roma,
What else is there left to romanticize?

Hoya, hoya, hoya
moya paranoia

This is only when I'm drunk,
Or do I see things any clearly?
It's just like when one is dyslexic.
Whatever, I will stay discivil!

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia.

No ti dura.
(you're a dumb broad.)

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Three days on horseback
And I am in town
Let's see what kind of hats
They are wearing now

Where to stick haircombs
And where to stick shades
I have no socks
Over the pants

Got a job
To pay for all my sins
Tearing off (wrong) pages
From porno magazines

[?]
Boy you can do
Better than that!

(She had a hiccup!)

Lady, dama, mama, seniora, femina
Ryadom s vami nujen, konechno, muzhchina
Dasha, Masha, Galya, Darina, Dunyasha
To vse nashi i vse hotyat kashi

She had a hiccup!

I got a belt!

I got a lotta!

Sah-to, Sah-to!
Sah-to, Sah-to!
Sah-to, Sah-to!

Brush the floor, you country girl
Let those pigtails swing around!
Look at me, I am a fine boy
I work hard on costumes for tonight

Vse chto to tam mutyat
I druzhban moi podumal:
Nahren mne underground
Ia chto, blya, durak?

[?]
Vzial instrument sebe
I sel v kabak

And a-one
In a ditch
There's always some post-modernist (rescue)
Bitch!
Sah-to, Sah-to
Sah-to, Sah-to

Brush the floor, you country girl
Let those pigtails swing around!
Look at me, I am a fine boy
I work hard on costumes for tonight

For tonight!

Brush the floor, you country girl
Let those pigtails swing around!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, can you take it?
I work hard on costumes for tonight

I work hard on costumes this night

Night
Night

Get yourself another Russian girl

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Little lady, alone in her house
She is preparing for a-bed
Little does she know
Little does she know
She is in the house with Unvisible Zedd
Little does she know
Little does she know
She is in the house with Unvisible Zedd

Little lady, in her kitchen
She's bending over, over frying pan
Little does she know, while she is bending over
She is strip teasing for unvisible man
Little does she know, while she's bending over
She is strip teasing for unvisible man

Lady, lady, alone in her bedroom
She's watching program on Klu Klux Klan
Little does she know, while she is yawning
She's orally pleasing the unvisible man
Little does she know, while she is yawning
She's orally pleasing the unvisible man

Little lady, in her tub
She's nearly honoring in her world
Little does she know
Little does she know
Inside of her there is invisible sperm
Little does she know
Little does she know
Inside of her there is invisible sperm

Lady, lady alone in her house
She's tied down and let us see
Little does she know
Little does she know
She's giving a-birth to new Unvisible Zedd
Little does she know
Little does she know
She's giving a-birth to new Unvisible Zedd

Little does she know
Little does she know...

Little does she know
Little does she know
She is in love with Unvisible Zedd

Little does she know
Little does she know...

Little does she know
Little does she know...

Little lady
Lady lady
Lady lady
Lady lady
Lady lady

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Ah here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting
To put all the Don Juans to shame
There'll be cadre dance for all the beautiful and homely
No one will slip away
From a spider

Oh dark is his web and thousand of creatures
In it they shine just like the stars
But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures
One heaven of orofices for all the arms
Of a spider

(Lalalai la lai la la...)

So here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting
And there they shine just like the stars
But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures
One heaven of orofices for all the arms
Of a spider

(Lalalai la lai la la...)

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Well, I can break your bones
And then I'll stab you with them
There are still things more (ahem) than that

And I can prepare bird-feeders
For a winter season
There are still things more (ahem) than that

And I can help old lady
To cross the street
And there are still things more (ahem) than that

And I can set myself a fire
And fall out of a window
There are still things more (ahem) than that

So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more (ahem) than that
So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more (ahem) than that

You can cry over your collection
Of old broken toys
There are still things oh cuter than that

And you can chase your bride
With a frog on your dick
And there are still things more (ahem) than that

You can forecast the future
With a foam on your mouth
There are still things more (ahem) than that

And you can dislocate your joints
And amputate your kidneys
There are still things more (ahem) than that

So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more (ahem) than that
So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more (ahem) than that

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Voi-La Intruder
Well I confess
I had myself a good laugh
Remembering times of
My provincial naive

When I was ready
To break horns of all the cows
Just to establish myself
As non-conforming

Well, time has passed
And I looked back with a different eye
And thought it's time to
Reenlist with wonder-why-guy
I reached-a for a pen to sign a peace treaty
But suddenly got up
And took to running wild

Against the nature
Against the grain
For as long and as far as you can
For only there lays entertainment
For a heart of merry-lasting man

What do you do my friend
When you are done with
Investigating bounds of reality?
Creating hundreds of amendments
For issuing of commandments
Ready to shoot yourself
Out of curiosity, but wait!
There is a way
Ain't nothing new to say
However

Against the nature
Against the grain
Run as long and as far as you can
For only there lays entertainment
For a heart of merry-lasting man

I wake up in a night
Turn on my lamp
Should contemplate direction of my vector
When I find small parcel from the lord
Fruit basket sprinkled with nectars
And there I sit and my legs are strong
All quiet only voices dining fearsome
I shove a piece of garlic down my throat
Come on hop down the stairs come on
You're all eternal falls of reason

Against the nature
Against the grain
For as long and as far as you can
For only there lies entertainment
For a heart of merry-lasting man,

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
As I walked into the bar
A man came up to me and said:
you know the older you will get
the more perverted you will get

Hey, I'd like to see you try it
Oh what you gonna do about it?
Optzay, be a bad priest?
Ili primernij ononist?!
Be bad transvestattn? (Da yuta nigh!)
Or be a good zoldatten?! (Ozay Optzay!)
Yeah, give it a try, (By by by by)
But me I'm jasto Bordello kind of guy!..

Mama, of course all hopes are so fragile...
Papa, i can't believe what it costs?..
Sily, Sily oni menja pokidajut
So i did what i did and its worth what its worth what it's worth

Ah ha hey!

When the Trickster starts a-walking
He sends the whole world asque
just when you think that it's all through
Its just a birth of something new
And when the Trickster starts a-pokin
who does he need to ask permission
before he goes in third position
I guess he's justo Bordello kind of guy!...

Mama, of course all hopes are so fragile...
Papa, I can't believe what it costs?..
Sily oni menja pokidajut
So I did what I did and its worth what its worth what it's worth

Ah ha hey!

So I walked out out of a bar
and drove like crazy for half mile
I was thirteen beers drunk
on Houston I jumped in some trunk...
We ventured on New York Throughway
where myself I heard I say:
Shall I be classic self crasher?
Or be a good flasher?!

Hey, I'd like to see you try it
Oh what you gonna do about it?
Heeeeeeey, be a bad priest?
Ili primernij ononist?!
Da yuta nigh!
Ozay Optzay!
By by by by!
I guess I'm justo Bordello kind of guy!

Bordello kind of guy!
Bordello kind of guy!
Bordello kind of guy!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
Welcome to the hutzovina border
Come see what we got
Kontrabanda prana-donors ai
Never mind now securitate it's a tihiy chas
Latche romenitza bravinta pjas!
Now over the bridges and over the fence
Over the skyline and over powerplants
Hopping like a monkey on a holy toothpick
Is a rabbit on a pogo-gypsy stick
Give me no pain no great suffer
No bored striptease with dead snake
Give me skin that is dressed lively
Give it to me for kurav sake!

Hey chavorale da gren ame tradasa
Ame pro targo viparuvasa
Ai da na targostir or love las
Lache romenitza bravinta pjas!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
Ja!
Objezdil vsyu Evropu.
Da!
Dazhe v Amerike bival.
Eh!
No-o-o, ha-ha-ha-hey, zapomnilos ne eto shto letal tam ne letal.
A shto rvanul, a shto rvanul.

Ja!
Vot!
Objezdil vsyu Evropu.
Eh!
Da!
Dazhe v [?] za parochku, dadalabalabal.
No zapomnilos ne eto chto chital, tam polizhal.
A chto rvanul, ja rvanul, ja rvanul, rvanul.

Ja! Op! Objezdil vsu Evropu.
Da!
Dazhe v gadravnike na dache huja tam nazhimal kazel daval,
nu chto dadu, zapomnilos ne eto chto kogda chto cigan.
A shto rvanul, shto rvanul, ja rvanul, rvanul.

No zapomnilos ne eto...

Ja, mashinistu...
Hey, prokaznichal smehal kak ja zamechal.
No, zapomnilos ne eto - cto letal..
a shto rvanul, a shto rvanul, ja rvanul...

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
Good morning!
Oh fuck...

She says let's go to brighton beach
And tap our foot to disco
Just eat the food and tap the foot
Vsjo budet korosho'
That would be great fun of ironic kind
For your self-collapsing ironic mind
But hey girl we got a cure for you
Provided of course you will ever make it through
Let's get radical
And not sporadical
Not ironic sardonic
Catatonic ceremonic
But radical
You know mother some things are actually sacred
And tapping your foot to the ceremony just won't do
So hey girl we got a cure for you
Provided of course you will ever make it through
And hey boy we got a cure for you too
Provided of course you will ever make it through
Let's get radical
And not sporadical

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
Drago our singing is like an alarm ringing
That warns every daddy as if something going wrong
Daddies of the girls they don't like us singers
They don't give a damn about our fancy footwork

Of course you can try to take a detour through her mother
Ignite in her nostalgia for a little flirt
But that my friends can also get so very fatal
Like that one time I remember I got stuck under her skirt

Smarkatch kralju oh ta svinja smorkata
Vkralo nashu donju nemovljatko

So daddy dear mister I am a phallic trickster
And on your place I would be watching twice as much
But I will be always winning
And I'm just standing feeding pigeons on a Brighton Beach boardwalk

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
Sleep all the trays
Kitchen supplies that are nice
Sleep all X-rays...

Under your pillow there sleeps little mice
And revolutionaries, they sleep with no compromise
Don't sleep right now
Only future kings
They want romance
They started their marketing - mama!

Sleep all the trays
Sleep...
Don't sleep right now, only future kings
They want romance
They started their marketing
They started a web and graphic design
Resource catalogues of porcelain

Don't sleep right now, only future kings
They want romance
They started marketing
They started web and graphic design
Resource catalogues of porcelain

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
If you don't see no punks in downtown
You know this town is dying quick - it's just no good!
I guarantee you in this town
You'll have a trouble finding goddamn prostitutes

In this kind of town
The girls are stingy, and guys are broke
In this kind of town
You will be always dying for a poke

In this kind of town
Sociological balance is upset.
And in this kind of town
The women they never get wet

And in this kind of town
Music is only background for dining
And in this kind of town
Whoa!

So that's when I pull over on a Texaco
With my new friends from Mexico
And with unlimited budget contrabanda
We started new... punk rock Parranda!

If music doesn't come from windows
You know that something's definitely wrong - it's fucking wrong!
You know the cars, they pass by in silence
Dead rollerbladers roll straight into morgue

And if there is no guitar in a house
You know its owner, he cannot be trusted
And if there is no drumset in the office
Don't be surprised when the business get busted

And if your spouse doesn't play a sitar
Don't expect a whole lot of commitment
And if President doesn't play the sax
He will not get an under-table treatment

And in this kind of town,
Say you kick somebody in the head
They just, they likely sue you
But mad, no they don't get mad!

So that's when I pull over on a Texaco,
With my new friends from Mexico
And with unlimited budget contrabanda
We starting new... samba!

E mamasito mama capito de gren ame traoasa
Ame pro targo a chikipita viparuvasa
A teper oruzja pankujut vse!

And in this kind of town
Sociological balance is upset
And in this kind of town
The women they never get wet

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
When there's a trap set up for you
In every corner of this town
And so you learn the only way to go is underground
When there's a trap set up for you
In every corner of your room
And so you learn the only way to go is through the roof

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as we're crossing border after border
We realize that difference is none
It's underdogs who, and if you want it
You always have to make your own fun

And as the upperdog leisurely sighing
The local cultures are dying and dying
The programmed robots are buying and buying
And a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as the boy scouts learn to read between the lines
The silver rabbits hop between their fathers' lies
And boy scouts ask "Where? Where do they go?"
They go to the country that they only know

Just like their meanings they lay between the lines
Between the borders their real countries hide
The strategigo's saw their advertise
Their strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!

And when their own walls they will a-crumble,
And all the systems will be discumbumbled,
Around the stump of bigotry, our own
Серебряные зайцы водят хоровод!

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, and underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground
Ooohoohoooh through the roof! Underground!

Серебряные зайцы там водят хоровод!

Through the roof! And underground!
Through the roof! Underground!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
Aj so keres my baro foro
Aj baro foro sheura
Chavora chordena o graj(e)nde
Chavora chordena cheja

Chavora pasho (da romano?)
Muro ilo dukxala ma
For they could never never measure
Oj, romen, so te kerav

Po shveto me parno prodzhava
Muro ilo dukxala ma
And I will never hasavava
Aj yeah, so te kerav

The silver plane now will be landing
Only one day, only one time
Call your best friend let's take him with us
Ox, so te kerav

Aj so keres tu baro foro
Aj baro foro (jo?) roma
Po shveto me parno prodzhava
Ilo muro dukxala ma

Aj pasho mange (mande?) da romengro
Aj muro ilo na [?]
Po shveto me parno prodzhava
Muro ilo dukxala ma

Call your best friend let's take him with us
Pashe dale te na cheja
The silver plane now will be leaving
Onto new space, onto new time

Po shveto me parno prodzhava
Muro ilo dukxala ma
For they could never never measure
So te kerav

Aj so keres tu baro foro
Bax, sastype, chevora
Our silver plane now will be leaving
Onto new space onto new time

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Multi Kontra Culti Vs. Irony
If situation is no win
Anyhow I'm gonna win
Kogda vzoydet zvezda - huliganjetta (when the star rises)

Not through shortcuts through the woods
Not through undertable goods
But through its very golden basement

Never listen what they say
Never had I backup plan
Vzoidet zvezda, huliganjetta (the star will rise)

Situation is no win
But somehow I'm gonna win,
Oh, huliganjetta

A spusta kak dve nedel, (two weeks later)
Ya polez kak po parte (I climbed into a school desk?)
Ops - derevantzo - huliganjetta! (no idea what this line is)
Zaper terror from a board (this one too, sorry)
And our relatives from abroad
Mama papa dyadya tetya, vzyali! (mama, papa, uncle, auntie, let's go!)

Listen, what speaks to you?
Listen, you know it's true.
Listen, when I was little kid.
Listen, of course I did

Situation is no win
How the hell I'm gonna win?
Nam vzoshla zvezda, huliganjetta.

Now I see you how you aged
But public wisdom is deranged
O yeah its to never let them change you

Never had a backup plan,
Only had a magic spell
To myself I quietly repeated,
Or sometime when late at night,
I suddenly wake up, and I fucking scream it:

Huliganjetta!

We wish somebody would just tell us how it is,
And when somebody does, oh, we just get pissed.

We wish somebody would just tell us how it is,
And when somebody does, oh, we just get pissed.
We'd rather watch the truth
Than perform a masterpiece
When the question is if anything is real, and it is

Huliganjetta!

If you welcome every day
And I will be on my way
Zahvachu tvoi lish dva bileta (taking with me just your two tickets)
And once I am over border
I will send you pretty postcard
With three heart-felt cliches

Don't let them school you
Please don't let them change you
And never never listen what they say

Listen, what speaks to you?
Listen, you know it's true.
Listen, when I was little kid.
Listen, of course I did

Listen, what speaks to you?
Listen, you know it's true.
Listen, when you were little kids
Listen, of course you did

Huliganjetta!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska
Gypsies were passing through her little town
They dropped something on the road, she picked it up...
And cultural revolution right away begun!
Oh no, cultural revolution just begun
Oh no, cultural revolution just begun

They always were afraid that I was schizophrenic...
They always were afraid что родину продал
А по правде я был просто маленький медведик
Сел на велосипедик и все нахуй проебал...
Oh no, cultural revolution just begun
Oh no, cultural revolution just begun

О, да, да, да

Oh no

Чего?

From all the tables of contents that Mother Earth provides
I'd like to be a big fat fucking fly
The one that spins around your head all day and all night
and sound of it is just like a what?...
...but by the accident of some kind divine dispensation
I ended up being walking United Nation
And I survive even fucking radiation
A big fat fucking what?
And I would visit you a lot

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
By the desperate 'n' confused
Emotion of the youth
I was brought to Crisis land
Where after getting checked for fleas
And barricades of embassies
I was sculpted to be overworked and silent
But since the early age
I broke out of the cage
And learned how to make marching drums
From a fish can

And I knew I'll run away
And so without further delay
I said "Two tears in a bucket
Motherfuck it!"
And it seems like I ran and ran
Through the garbage and quicksand
And after getting checked for fleas
and barricades of embassies
I would never never never never
wanna be young again!...
But sudden wind it stole my hat
And I went on chasing it
Before I was just another burned out carnie
Every freak on every day
Lives a life one certain way
And that way is ain't no nothin' but a birthright~
But since the early age
I broke out of the cage
And learned how to make marching drums
From a fish can
And it seems like I ran and ran
through the garbage and quicksand
and after getting checked for fleas
and barricades of embassies
I would never never never never
wanna be young again...

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
- Я письмо достал, Николай Иванович
- И опять запрещенное?
- Совершенно запрещенное... Белинского Гоголю
- Ах, Николай Иванович, какое письмо!

Drop the charges!

Запрещенное давай!

The fire and the power, you know?!

[Ukrainian]

(In the old time it was not a crime, drop the charges,
You people don't you realise the sun rises?)

(Drop the charges, man! Drop the charges!)

(Right you are! And this time, let the people know...)

In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!
(What are you talking about?)
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!

Not a crime!
(It's all nonsensical!)
Not a crime!

In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!

[coughs]
Not a crime!
Drop the charges!
Not a crime!
Not a crime!
Not a crime!

Ох, да запрещенное давай!

Reality!

Чужа душа - потемки...
Своя [?]

Spices, creation, realisation, naturalisation,
What are you talking about? It's all about time 'cos today you go to nature.

Not a crime!
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!

(Not a crime, not a crime!)
Not a crime!
Not a crime!
Not a crime!

Ох, да запрещенное давай!

Drop the charges, man!
Not a crime!
Drop the charges!

Not a crime!

Сидел [?] болтал, работать не хотел

Not a crime!
(It's not a crime, it's legal - perfectly natural).

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Upon arriving to the melting pot
I get penciled in as a goddamned white
Now that I am categorized
Officer gets me naturalized
Now that I'm living up in God knows where
Sometime it gets hard without a friend
But as I am lurking around
Hoptza! I see another immigrant punk!
There is a little punk rock mafia
Everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her...

Legalize me! Realize me!

Despite the living up in USA
I'm still holding up in all my ways
I gotta friends, we gotta band
We still make sound you can't stand
Without banging on some big old pot
Without getting out of bed
But I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
Hoptza! I see another immigrant punk!
There is a little punk rock mafia
Everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her...

Legalize me! Realize me!
Party!

Of course we immigrants wanna sing all night long
Don't you know the singing salves the troubled soul?
So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
I got a method and you don't
You got a dictionary kicking around?
Look up the immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
60 revolutions per minute
this is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all alarms!
Without overthrowing tzars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!

60 revelations per minute
this is my regular need
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all alarms!...

I'm gathering new generation
That's gonna stand up to it
To this karaoke dictatorship
Where posers and models with guitars
Boogie to the shit for beats
I make a better rock revolution
Alone with my dick!

60 por minuto es mi reputacion
y no te estoy hablando de revolucion
hace mucho teimpo q ya no te decian
basta de injusticia, muerte y policia.

Digas lo que digas ya esta todo arreglado
hagas lo que hagas te mandan deportado
el que tiene impone y sobre la ley dispone
mientras que el pobre es pobre,
muere de hambre y otro se la come

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B
No matter how much we sweat, we just can't agree
Ai, razminku yershikom provodim my
Nobody learn no nothing from no history

Tall little Sally plays with magic pebbles
Dasha sells equipment to the Chechnya rebels
Ya vyhozhu iz anala v astral
Tam mnogo chego slyshal no ne zapisal
Nesmotrya na Se.Sheh.Ah ne poterayl azarta
Buhayu strogo kazhdoe vosmoye marta
Sitting in the bath-house on Avenue B
And never agree

Sally, all empires fall, even trends they fade away
Even complete strangers can lead you astray
But goddamnit, this round is on me
Nobody learns no nothing from no history

Oh little Sally, my darling, your panic so charming
Your shopping techniques are amazing
Celebrity erudition disarming
Oh little Sally, my darling, your panic so charming
Oh little Sally, my darling ... Yura, viruchai!
(Yura viruchil!)

Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B
No matter how much we sweat, we just can't agree
Ah-uh-uh-uh
Not me, not you!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Dogs were barking, guests were parking
and my wedding was about to start
Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping
Then I got up on table and I said:
I'll meet you 10:45 on the Broadway Canal
in a disco-radical-transglobal...

Beat fun coolo feel sextouro
Выдержит не выдержит ли аппаратура...

А наша мама---Diaspora!!!
Папа в Gogol Bordello!!!
Энергия пробуждения ия-я-я!!!
Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping
bears were dancing and girls were cutting loose
Cops were lurking, kids were snarkling
then her father came up to me and said:
Вы бывали когда-нибудь на выставке собак?
She was a 5-45, наше дело - табак...
Да я же старый добрый Opta-Hotza-Htzulo-Dzigit!
Говорят просто больной, да ничего же не болит!
Наша мама ---Diaspora!!!
Папа в Gogol Bordello!!!
Энергия пробуждения ия-я-я!!!
Remember things, things that are eternal...
Remember things...you forgot those things
Нельзя понять, нельзя измерить,
Только бросать, и только ввысь!...

To make it all even more crooked
Is impossibility of the suicide
You pull the trigger, yet you are still standing...
Just somewhere else, but with same dick in your hand.

And the dogs were barking, and the guests were parking
And the monkeys clapping and girls were cutting loose
Thinking 'bout things, things that are eternal,
When her mother came up to me and said.
Dogs were barking, cops were lurking
And my dancing was about to start!
Monkeys clapping...
...Party!

...Давай товарищ, like tovarisch would...

I met a crazy dancer,
a party tabashi
She held me by the hair I held her by the aaass
...nananana...
She was a crazy dancer...
...nananana...
She was a crazy dancer

Baja kuka napade original mixtura
С улицы до улицы до Брилиан Басура
beat fun coolo feel sextouro
Выдержит не выдержит ли аппаратура!
...nananana...

And the dogs were barking, and the guests were parking
and the monkeys clapping and girls were cutting loose
thinking bout things, things that are eternal,
when her mother came up to me and said.
Dogs were barking.

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Sometimes when facing common trouble
When whole town is screwed
We become actually human
Act like Prometheus would
Suddenly there is more humor
And a party tabor style
People ringing one another
"Yo man, how's your blackout?"

Suddenly there is more music
Made with the buckets in the park
Girls are dancing with the flashlights
I got only one guitar!
And you see brothers and sisters
All engaged in sport of help
Making merry out of nothing
Like in refugee camp

Oh yeah, oh no, it doesn't have to be so
It is possible any time anywhere
Even without any dough
Oh yeah, oh no, it doesn't have to be so
Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!

And you think, all right, now people
They have finally woked up
But as soon as the trouble over
Watch them take another nap
Now nobodies making merry
Only trotting scared of boss
Everybody's making hurry
For some old forgotten cause

But one thing is surely eternal
It's condition of a man
Who don't know where he is going
Who don't know where does he stand
Who's dream power is a bottle
Put away in dry dark place
Who's youth power is well buried
Under propaganda waves
Who's dream life's in opposition
With the life he leads today
Who's beaten down in believing
It just kinda goes this way!

Oh yeah, oh no, it doesn't have to be so
It is possible any time anywhere
Even without any dough
Oh yeah, oh no, it doesn't have to be so
Forces of the creative mind are unstoppable!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time

So yeah, ha

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time

I know you since you were a twenty, I was twenty,
and thought that some years from now
a purple little little lady will be perfect
for dirty old and useless clown

So yeah, ha

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time

I know it all from Diogenes to the Foucault
from lozhechkin to Passepartout
I ya klyanusʹ, obossav dva palʹtsa,
chto muzyka poshla ot "Zvukov MU"!

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So yeah, uh ah uh ah

Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now

So why don't you start wearing purple
why don't you start wearing purple
Start wearing the purple for me now!

All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

So Vio-vio-violetta! Étta! Va-va-va-vaya dama ty moya! Ékh podaĭte nam karetu, vot étu, I my poedem k ebenyam!

So yeah, ah, Start wearing purple, wearing purple
Start wearing purple for me now
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
I came to New York to start Gypsy punk revolt
Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home?
Hei Chavorale,... Think Locally!
Palo mande,.... Fuck Globally!
I can't believe back home they failed to understand
That I am simply a chavo kind of man
Hay Chavorale,.... Think Locally!
Palo mande,... Fuck globally!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
I am a foreigner and I'm walking
through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushes you and strangles you
Right in your sleep

But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know:
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through
The gypsy part of town...
Let's go!

It's the underdog world strike!
It's the underdog world strike!

And let your Girl Scouts lip-synch
about the freedom
Just the way you like them,
but soon enough you'll see them
Soon enough they all turn around
And soon enough you'll see them
in a different part of town

But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class
I think we all know:
That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through
The gypsy part of town...

Let's go!
It's the underdog world strike!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Don't believe them for a moment
For a second, do not believe, my friend
When you are down, them are not coming
With a helping hand
Of course there is no us and them
But them they do not think the same
It's them who do not think
They never step on spiritual path
They paint their faces so differently from ours
And if you listen closely
That war it never stops
Be them new Romans
Don't envy them my friend
Be their lives longer
Their longer lives are spent
Without a love or faithful friend
All those things they have to rent
But we who see our destiny
In sound of this same old punk song
Let rest originality for sake of passing it around
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend
There'll be no saviors any soon coming down
And anyway illuminations
Never come from the crowned
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Uno Questa storia,
Облико морале,
Руссо распиздато маниакале и паранормале

О Солнце Санта Маринеллы, излизанный тобою,
Я получал не раз, тай-да-ри-да
В посольствах США отказ
Там недалеко от Рима
Есть город Палестрина.
Звезда периферии, вся в маслинах, стала наша малина.

О мама Палестрина, встречайте пьяных пилигримов,
Без права на выезд,
Без визы на вдох,
Без визы на выдох..

Я взмолился "Che cazzo! Io porca Madonna!"
Где тлетворный подъезд,
Или этот отъезд - дело мусоропровод.

Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! porca Madonna.

Мы облико Руссо аморале
Честь распиздото мы не заморали

Da uno da due
Da uno da stronzo puttana

На Американа (базар такой в Риме) все в ряд стояли (uno Mille Lire)
Поэты, юристы, медики - все фарцой стали.

Хохолму-самовары (редкость товары) все фуфло толкали (крутые навары).
Но друг перед другом все ж свой отъезд оправдали:

Я на Пьяццо Навона, сидел, растягивал шкварку,
Ну конечно, флиртовал, но и семье помогал

А я на Римской мостовой, я лежал, ждал, прибой ой-ой-ой,
Я так просил пить, а тут еще этот Папа (Римский)
Я с детства его хотел замочить!

О, карабинеры, я вам доказывал не раз,
Что музыканту во время кайфа
Смотреть нужно прямо в глаз

Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Porca Madonna.
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.

Мы облико Руссо аморале
Честь распиздото мы не заморали

Da uno da due
Da uno paranormale.
(Sono emigranto)

Da uno da due
Da uno stronzo merdoso
Da uno da due
Da uno porca puttana

[Spoken:] Прекрасная нас [?]
И их-то мудохал, замудохал-мудохал

А Солнце Санта Маринеллы
Вгрызалось нам в капилляры.
А наша надежда сползала по стенам, мух не отгоняя,
Но вот как-то однажды, не знаю, уж как,
Пришло и нам добро из-за океана,
И тогда на расходняк.
И тогда на расходняк!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
When I was younger I lived in fear
That incarceration of some kind is near
I checked my head, in tact with rules
I nearly became a goddamn fool

But I've heard voices not in the head
Out in the air they called ahead
Through ripped out speakers
Through thick and thin
They found a shelter
Under my skin

How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us?
Undestructable
How many final frontiers we gonna mount
With maybe no victory laps?
Undestructable
But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you become one
With undestructable

And so no longer live I in fear
Them are too greedy to pay my asylum bills
This is my life and freedom's my profession
This is my mission throughout all flight duration

There is a core and it's hardcore
All is hardcore when made with love
The love is a voice of a savage soul
This savage love is undestructable

How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us?
Undestructable
How many final frontiers we gonna mount
With maybe no victory laps?
Undestructable
But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you become one
With undestructable

Undestructable!

How many...
Undestructable
How many final frontiers
With maybe no victory laps?
Undestructable
But if you stand on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you become one
With undestructable

Ох сколько мгновений чёрных,
Невозможных
Нам всем предстоит преодолеть.
Ох сколько пиров победных впереди,
Но всё равно нам не успеть.
Но если, если сокровенный путь один -
Ты будешь несокрушим,
Несокрушим!

Undestructable
Undestructable!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike
Ща будет круто, бля!
Ща будет круто!

Чего?
Это чего?
Эй тише!
Ой ё-ё-ё
Это чего?
Эй, это кого?
Сука!

Давай!
Стоп!

Нооо
Чё?
Куда?
Да чего?
Дай, а ну чего?
Це, скажи кого?
Тебе кого?
Но, даешь добро!

Ну давай, ну!

Иди туда, не знаю куда!
Иди ты что не знаю кого!
Ищи кого да гавно!

Чего чего чего

Ай, ну да ну да что?

Америка америка

Ай да ну ничто!

Что блядь!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Super Taranta!
If we are here not to do
What you and I wanna do
And go forever crazy with it
Why the hell are we even here?

[chorus]
There was never any good old days
They are today, they are tomorrow
It's a stupid thing we say
Cursing tomorrow with sorrow

When we stand here in a row
Looking like a bunch of heroes
I know that-a deep inside
Nothing more but bunch of zeros

Skolko utetchki tepla
Vot takaja vot subda
Nam segodnja suzdena
A bti mezget chto kogda da-j povezet!

[chorus]

Steppin' on the trail of Ultimate
I would never choose to die
So give me the rest of all the secrets
Give me new culture of life

Ultimate!
Ultimate!
Ultimate!
Ultimate!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Super Taranta!
Back in the day yo as we learned
A man was not considered to be
Considered to be fully grown
Has he not gone-a beyond the hills
Has he not crossed the 7 seas
Yeah, 7 seas at least!

Now all them jokers kept around
Just like the scarecrows in hometown
Yeah, scarecrows in hometown
From screen to screen they're travelin'
But I'm a wanderlust king

I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
In the world's beat up road sign
I saw new history of time...
New history of time!!!

Through Siberian woods
Breaking up their neck
Chinese moving in building discotheques
Trans-Siberian sex toys and whatnot
Yeah, and why not?
Well at least it's something different
From what they got in every other airport

Я не еврей, но кое-что похоже
Соврать не даст ни Юра, ни Сережа!
Simple because I'm not a total gadjo
Да я шут, я трюкач, ну так что же?

I traveled the world
Looking for understanding
Of the times that we live in
Hunting and gathering first hand information
Challenging definitions of sin

I traveled the world
Looking for lovers
Of the ultimate beauty
But never settled in
I am a Wanderlust King!

I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
In the world's beat up road sign
I saw new history of time...
New history of time!!!

And presidents
And billionaires
And generals
They'll never know
They'll never know
What I have owned!
What I have owned...
I am a Wanderlust King!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Super Taranta!
Zina, Marina, Tascha, Valentina, Sascha, Anastazija, Anna, Sophija.

It is easier to see
Evil as entity
Not as condition inside you and me
I did not invent it, I'm just in charge of it
Simple businessman with simple practical plan

So do you wanna be a model, yeah?
All you got to do is show up, wow!
We'll be leaving soon for the breaking ground
For there will forever be poverty
There forever be cruelty

Zina, Marina, Zenia, Palina, Katia, Maria, eksrtakto wsju Rossiju.

There forever be wretched of Earth
Crawlin' up round driven by last semen drop
Factory that makes you, they say, it never stops
Factory that makes them, I know, it never stops...

So do you wanna be a model, yeah?
All you got to do is show up, wow!
We'll be leaving soon for the breaking ground
For there will forever be slavery
There forever be cruelty

In this game they'll always be on the top
and it's up for you to learn or not!
eh! padavai-ka djadka lodku, babenok zagruzgai-ka
oi, davai davai!... trimai denga denga
oh da kino-cameru da zhurnalistik nu ka dai-ka
eh! po chernu morju... da na Dubai Dubai

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Super Taranta!
First time I had read the Bible
It had struck me as unwitty
I think it may started rumor
That the Lord ain't got no humor

Put me inside SSC
Let's test superstring theory
Oh yoi yoi accelerate the protons
stir it twice and then just add me, 'cause

I don't read the Bible
I don't trust disciple
Even if they're made of marble
Or Canal Street bling

From the maelstrom of the knowledge
Into the labyrinth of doubt
Frozed underground ocean
melting - nuking on my mind

Yes give me Everything Theory
Without Nazi uniformity
My brothers are protons
My sisters are neutrons
Stir it twice, it's instant family!

I don't read the Bible
I don't trust disciple
Even if they're made of marble
Or Canal Street bling

My brothers are protons
My sisters are neutrons
Stir it twice dlja prekrastnih dam...

Do you have sex maniacs
Or schizophrenics
Or astrophysicists in your family
Was my grandma anti anti
Was my grandpa bounty bounty
Hek-o-hek-o-hej-o
They ask me in embassy!

'Cause I don't read the Bible
I don't trust disciple
Even if they're made of marble
Or Canal Street bling

And my grandma she was anti!
And my grandpa he was bounty!
And stir it twice
And then just add me!
Partypartypartypartypartyparty
now afterparty...

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Super Taranta!
After getting his political message come across
uncle Sandro experienced absolutely devastating
absolutely excruciating sense of loss
Yo uncle Sandro, we don't really know
but seems like politicians can be only wrong!
and so to feel devine again and innocent and free
Sandro headed straight to harem
in Tuscany
Ran Taranta Super Taranta!
Harem in Tuscany!

Sandro came back from world travel stupider than left
even good guys fight each other
even bad songs being theft
we walked stupid he talked stupid
he could not comprehend
and therefore everyone called him a stupid man...

Everybody wonders about meaning of the life
I set out to conquer fucker-- Polutchilsja Kalf!
and so to feel divine again and innocent and free
Sandro headed straight to Harem in Tuscany!

Only ones in the good spirit
full of life and good advice
who's not jealous and not bitter
come to me let's talk about
how to live a decent life
when you are bigger than life
where the hell the top or bottom
in this good god damn ying yang?
everybody wonders nu-li
about meaning of the life
I set out to conquer fucker
and a Polutchilsja Kalf!
to harem of innocence
Devla le-la let me in!
For the boots of decent life
they are just too small for me!
Ah ti tjotenka patchkunja
ai ti djadka moidodir
Zgeka, kak tam progibalovo
ili normaldy!?

Sandro came out of the harem stupider than left.
even good girls fight eachother,
knickers are being theft!
and so to feel divine again and innocent and free
got ready for punk rock siesta in
Harem in Carpaty!
Ran Taranta Super Taranta!
Harem in Carpaty!

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Artist : GOGOL BORDELLO
Album : Super Taranta!
Give me a vision when I got none
and thunderbolts in each hand of my own
for I'm comin' back to level
Everything they taught us wrong

With a crave for for panacea
World is crawlin' on all fours
In a search of a new prayer
Gods are throwin' thunderbolts

So dub it like toyarisch would
Dub it like a best friend could
Dub it like a brother would
Onto Transmigration!

I need leads how to keep going
On the trail of ultimate from the streets to the subconscious
from subconscious to the God

Master tell me how come everything they taught us
Always seems to be so god damn wrong
In the meantime music from the tiny island
Takes over the world

Frequencies of love
Gather round, oh come on
Frequencies of love
Overcome, overthrow!

So dub it like tovarisch could
Say it like a brother would
Hold me like a mother would
Onto transmigration

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