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Oricola Joe
02:46
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I came along from northern countries,
Where people cry and dark skies worry,
Maybe missing opportunities,
I had to go to Italy.
No need to say I hate big cities,
I’ve lost my will running thru their buildings.
Now in my village you can come and see me,
I’m all alone so you can call me
Oricola Joe, the lonesome cowboy with no cow,
Living on a hill, Oh nothing, nothing can reach me now.
Another scorpion in my slipper-bath,
No fatal sting but I’m scared to death.
“They don’t climb” said the natives,
but I’m still wondering : how do they get here?
When I wake up to buy some bread to
The only shop left in the county, do
They greet me with a friendly smile? No!
Only dour faces strangering me…
Oricola Joe, the lonesome cowboy with no cow,
Living on a hill, nothing, no, nothing can reach me now.
One year has gone and I’m exhausted,
Nobody came up here to visit.
I’m longing for a beer with some friend,
I even miss a real supermarket !
Oricola Joe, my cowboy’s dreams have splintered,
I’ve left my hill, I’m coming back… to the city !
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2. |
Carsoli Con Men
05:06
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I don't really know her songs.
They say she's so sincere,
The kind who knows she's here
To yell where she belongs (bis).
But I still have to learn it
And how to get along,
Yeah, baby, simple ain't it ?
Tell me where I've gone wrong (bis).
There are no more wind-mills
And no Carsoli con men,
To bring bad luck on men.
At last everything stills.
I've read a musical review
Says she lives on an island,
Far from anything new,
And she cooks for the band (bis)
In a remote village
On a volcano slope.
They talk about her age,
I think she's gonna cope (bis).
There are no more wind-mills
And no Carsoli con men,
To bring bad luck on men.
At last everything stills.
"Orange blossoms", she sings
While I just try to guess
If there is any crook
In this town to overlook (bis).
There are no more wind-mills
And no Carsoli con men,
To bring bad luck on men.
In the end everything stills.
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3. |
Blow Jobs
03:47
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People come and go thru their lives,
but baby, do they really know
what hides behind the lies.
Maybe we should try to wake up
and put a little more love
in everything we do.
(and you say)
“I don’t wanna think about it,
‘bout anyone we’ve left behind,
but that’s no lie, don’t ever wanted them to die”.
You ‘d better blow hard to tear down the walls of Jericho,
You gotta blow hard, or it will be just another blow job.
Presidents and kings of the world,
you’d better kill each other instead
of fucking up the human race.
Life ain’t but a joke,
but when I hear about your under desk goodies,
I really get a stroke.
(presidents say)
“We don’t wanna think about it,
‘bout anyone we’ve left behind,
but that’s no lie, don’t ever wanted them to die”.
You ‘d better blow hard to tear down the walls of Jericho,
You gotta blow hard, or it will be just another blow job.
(solo)
“I don’t wanna think about it,
‘bout anyone we’ve left behind,
but that’s no lie, don’t ever wanted them to die”.
You ‘d better blow hard to tear down the walls of Jericho,
You gotta blow hard, or it will be just another blow job.
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4. |
The Buddhist Sons
03:19
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Who needs a god to believe in?
Who needs work to make a living?
But everybody keeps struggling hard
To earn some money and possess,
And all the people keep slaughtering hard
Anyone not sharing their faith.
At this point I say: there’s no need to pray,
Better be a… Buddhist Son!
All the rites and prayers won’t change nothing
‘Cos there’s no one up there listening.
And when we die just remains a rotten dung
For there’s neither heaven nor hell,
No one remembers the pretty song you’ve sung,
And if they do you rot as well.
At this point I say: there’s no need to pray,
Better be a… Buddhist Son!
Open your mind and you will see,
That it’s all just a bunch of bullshit.
Sure enough, religions cheat
And work makes a slave out of you.
So what else can you do than live your life thru & thru?
“Here and now”… is all we’ve got for time… is much too short.
So let them all, damned believers,
And workaholics rule this world!
Enjoy nature and delicate summer breeze,
Flowers that bloom and moonlights,
At least as long as they leave us air to breathe
And we can stay out of their fights!
Now let me hear you say: “No work and no prayer!
We just wanna be… Buddhist Sons!”
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5. |
Queen of the Bitches
03:49
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No, she never really told me that she was in love with me,
But she’s done much more than just let me harbour illusions.
Now she’s back to an ancient, back to an ancient lover
Who happens to be my best friend of course as in a bedroom farce…
She’s the queen of the bitches, a great impostor and a trusted liar,
She’s the queen of the bitches, an almighty witch,
Promising to take you higher!
From dawn to dusk, I tried to catch her, she was always busy.
But her daily message never left no place for doubt:
She was longing to see me, longing to see me soon,
And the night we planned to meet began their new honeymoon.
She’s the queen of the bitches, a great impostor and a trusted liar,
She’s the queen of the bitches, an almighty witch,
Promising to take you higher!
A few years ago, she left him, she wanted a baby, he didn’t,
Then she came back, with some other man’s kid, he suffered, but never mentioned it again.
She’s the queen of the bitches, a great impostor and a trusted liar,
She’s the queen of the bitches, an almighty witch,
Promising to take you higher!
Now they both pretend I’m a crank who misunderstood,
But Mister Holmes ain’t needed to clear up that case!
For most of the people, most of the people don’t care
Shattering friendship or else for the sake of self-interest.
So if your need to switch is so hard that you just can’t wait any longer,
Don’t you pitch in the ditches, almost like an itch,
Someone who is no faker… than you!
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6. |
Nomad's Blues
03:11
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Well, I'm living in a town
That destroys me,
And I'm feeling like a clown
Unable to be funny.
I'm waiting for someone… to rescue me!
I'm sitting on a chair
Wired with electricity.
Used to fall into despair,
Now despair's pouring down on me…
And I'm waiting for someone… to rescue me!
Twenty years ago, I was doing very low,
Then they told me to fight but I never got alright, alright,
Alright.
I rose up for a while amongst the rank and file,
Now I'm back into the blues, I'm always lorn to booze.
So, I'm living in this town
That destroys me,
Butterfly about to drown
In an ocean of misery.
I'm still waiting for someone… to rescue me!
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7. |
Forget Me, Darling!
04:09
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Someday, if you go away,
Don’t expect me to come with you, babe,
Even if, when you’re not there,
I’m scared, above all of myself.
… And if, sometimes, my mind is elsewhere,
Oh no! Don’t ever ask me if you can rely on me...
‘Cause if you still believe in bliss,
Move on, or stick around, but forget me, darling!
You smoke like a fire brigade,
And you drink much more than me.
Do you believe that the grief of living
— babe! — will vanish this way?
If you fear to stay alone in this world,
Learn to hear the pouring rain and the roaring thunder, dear.
But if you still dream about bliss,
Forget me, forget me, darling, it’s better this way.
You would like to go to Greece or Italy,
to start all over, there,
Learn again to live, together, in harmony,
and awake from our coma! (solo)
… But life, you know, is just about the same,
Whether you move or stay, Whether you reap or sow.
And if you still dream about bliss,
Go on, anywhere you want, and forget me, darling!
Someday, you will come back;
I’ll still be sitting there,
always searching for problems to
the solutions that you have found.
… And if, sometimes, my mind is elsewhere,
Oh no! Don’t ever ask me if you can rely on me...
‘Cause if you still believe in bliss,
Forget me, forget me, oh, forget me, darling!
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8. |
Society Bites
03:56
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Society bites, it never lets you share your dreams,
… It never lets you try.
Quite cœnobites, that’s what we all become in the end,
… If they don’t chop off our head…
No brotherhood or friendship, no faithful love,
Nothing on earth could break it, we’re sitting on a hot stove!
Anytime you go leaping about,
In pursuit of cute butterflies,
They rush at you to muzzle your snout
And draw even tighter your ties.
But I don’t wanna spend the rest of my days
Complaining about what I am
Though life looks rather like a dull haze
Than a bunch of money for jam.
Society bites, but we are all part of that stream,
… Nothing but small fry.
Go, flying kites! And let’s all lose in the gentle gleam,
… Even if we don’t meet…
… No brotherhood or friendship,
No faithful love,
Nothing on earth could break it,
We’re sitting on a hot stove!
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9. |
Far From Serenity
04:23
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Far from serenity, hoping for a world you don’t deserve,
Oh, what a pity, but you’re the only one you badly serve!
There’s a shadow on your face,
Won’t you tell me it’s just a flicker?
Don’t you know it’s a cruel world, not only for you,
You claim that you’ve been suffering for so long… but me too.
Far from serenity, you did betray your friends without a care,
Now, you feel sorry, cry out with pain and pretend it’s unfair!
Yet the mirror shows no trace,
But this won’t last forever.
Don’t you know it’s a cruel world, not only for you,
You claim that you’ve been suffering for so long… but me too.
"Far from easy certainty, everybody's life is made of mistakes.
Accept your fallibility, get crushed like pancakes,
No matter how you misbehave, as long as you become aware"
Said the voice of wisdom.
Well I'm fed up with sermonizing,
I want it right now: Happiness and Freedom!
Cos'I am…
Far from serenity, the ghost of Xmas past will never come!
You’re a nobody as long as you feel life is cumbersome,
Always blaming someone else,
You just rot off as you grow older.
We all know it’s a cruel world, yeah baby, it’s true,
You claim that you’ve been suffering for so long… but we all do.
So listen to me now: When everything goes wrong,
just be grateful that it ain’t worse!
When you’re stuck into deep shit,
carry your head high and sing!
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