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Take your 20 pieces of silver
Melt them down
Make a coat
Take you precious
Coat of silver
Sell it away (on a dare)
Buy a boat
Sell a boat
And buy a rope
Of a man
Who sold his friend
For 20 pieces of silver
Then take the rope
And hang yourself
For the the price
Of 20 pieces of silver
For prize worth
20 pieces of silver
do what you
gotta do
and do it quick!
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2. |
Both Sides
03:21
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I might be untrue but my art is honest
I might look at peace but I am ready to hunt
I might tremble whenever you threaten
But when it comes to fighting I am not a cunt
You can picture me as a young man
But in reality I am 40 years old
You might percieve me as tender man
But my heart is a cave of horrors untold
I prefer being savage beast
To being romantic narcisstic hero
Fucking his own reflection
For eternity
I dwell in the darkness
As much as in the light
I praise follies of morning
As homage to pleasures of the night
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3. |
Know Your Limits
04:43
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Small culture – small pond
Full of big crocodiles
I will never be famous
neither here nor worldwide
No one gives a toss
About my work
Not here or
Anywhere
It is not that I am no good
It is just that no one cares
And the fame and fortune
Are meant for annointed ones
From big and rich nations
Not educated bums
Like me
I am 40
I know my limits
Born poor, staying poor
Born unknown, staying unknown
I am 40
I know my limits
I quit dreaming
No profits
Just limits
They say:
Your truth
Needs no ears
Stay put
And do what we say
Maybe your son
Or you grandchildren
Will see better days
But not you
It must not be you
You highbrow
Leftie
Alt
Cynical
Balkan
Godforsaken
You
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4. |
Action
02:05
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Frustrations crammed up
in small appartments
Blood dripping
from air conditioners
on heated concrete
And hotheads
My faux pas is:
I iron my shirts wrong way
How about you?
Dagger appears
Out of nowhere
Conviction is fixed
Just add
Your name
Let there be
Some action
Murder is the only action
And action comes
Before the words
And words come
Before the thought
Like murder is
Giant silver seed
That spawned us
Monsters
And this is the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
And there is no help from God
So help me, God
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5. |
Booyi Payi
02:06
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6. |
Cannon
04:10
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You’ll call me
I won’t go
Milions of others will
Cause they gotta pay their bills
They’re lying I know
Army ain’t an honest job
It is just a legal mob
You’ll kill me, I know
Suck my blood, break my bones
In your bloody game of thrones
You’re winning I know
shoot me and end this pharse
I don’t wanna kiss your arse
You love it
I know
And your soldiers love it too
You all belong in the zoo
You’re ruling, I know
Scorch the Earth and make a stash
You will be king of all the ash
Revolution is coming
But when it arrives
Are you sure that you will survive?
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7. |
Civilised Wilderness
02:41
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I cannot say whether I am good or bad
All I really can say is that I am isolated
My isolation came with hardened years
Your isolation - implant in your cyber fears
Speculating on possibilities of revolution
Never ever really leaving the room
Always trying achieving nothing
Always the best man - never the groom
There is no enemy
Just a knife in my back
There is no Hell
Just office and contract
Find me five good men ready to fight
At least one of them is a spy
Cursed treasure is hard to burry
Nowadays everyone is reactionary
At heart
I rebel but I am afraid
Afraid of change
Afraid of mess
And so I stay
And so I stay
In this civilised
wilderness
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8. |
Democrats
02:39
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Dancing on the top of the ashes
Smearing them, mixed with blood
All over their horny bodies
Not nazis – democrats
Democrats
Rats!
They are part of the process
Electioneered majority,
Fraternity or sorority,
Skulls and Bones,
Game of troles,
They are prone
To power
To devour
And to be
Devoured
PC, sugar free, smoke free,
Teatotalitarian vegetarian
Transparently sectarian
Not just a bloody Arian
He or she is democrat
And that’s the fact
Elected to slash&burn
Now it is their turn
Over the sea and far away
To fuck up someone elses day
Over the hills and far away
To fuck up someone elses day
Fucking up soeone elses day
Fucking up
Real good
Democ-rats
Rats!
Stinking rats!
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9. |
Reflections
02:30
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Reflections of old downtown houses
On business centre windows
Crooked
Like circus mirrors
Western comfort is pale
Mixed with Yorkshire ale
Tastes better
And hoppsy bitter
And it is rare to find
Like foreign tourists
Speaking Serbian fluently
And we sink
Back to the drink
And small talk
In this ever imploding city
And poison ivy
Seems to climb forever
These tavern walls
It will die
Halfway
And keep climbing
In spite of that
Impressive
Yet
No one will
notice
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10. |
Transformation
02:51
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I bought you off
I own copyright for romances
Emotions now belong
To rulling classes
Arts belong to privileged
Like they’re meant to be
Knowledge belongs to rich only
You see? You must see!
To kill someone is so in
To create is no challenge at all
He who drew blood draws attention
He’s the one to make that call
And the dull eyes of the world
Are watching now
What are we turning into?
I don’t know but we ain’t gonna get
More human
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11. |
Crooked Alchemy
01:44
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Living for praise from shrewd and crude
Is no living at all
I sing in language that isn’t mine
To distance myself from rise and fall
Your smile didn’t break me
Your smile didn’t make me
Feel
And I hate myself for that
I am cold, selfish and brutal
Your smile reminds me
How can I forget?
But I will try
To play the role
Of the good man
And maybe someday
I will believe myself
Whatever happens
I will go on
With my crooked alchemy
Turning shit into words
Then throwing them up
Into the sea
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12. |
New Ideology
03:39
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Doomsday is passe these days
Positive thinking is the way
Never out, always in
Keep smiling with bloody grin
This will for power
Can nothing but devour
The Beast and the pray
The fucker and the lay
When life gives you lemon
make a fucking lemonade...
No way! This is what I will do
I will buy a bottle of tequila,
slice that motherfucker
and get me some salt too!
She found positive thinking
And lost everything else
He found Jesus
And lost everything else
Positive thinking
New ideology
Making you a mule
Positive thinking
New ideology
It is tycoons tool
Positive thinking
You are one to blame
It is all in your head
Positive thinking
No revolution
Hey, man, you oughta be dead!
I don’t adjust to situation –
I adjust situation to myself!
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13. |
Plans For Everyone
04:10
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Imagine you wake up one grizzly morn
And your day is planned from dusk till dawn
And people you know are ones that have planned
Your ma, pa, uyour wife, mistress, girlfriend
And you have to fight them all to the bitter end
You have to fight a foe that is your friend
War on them all, spear shall shake, blood shall spill
War on them, I say, if they were you I know they’ll kill,
Kill them, mentally or otherwise
Or get ready to be lobotomised
If you don’t wanna work extra hours
You gotta wage war
If you wanna few minutes for yourself
You gotta wage war
If you want them to hear your joke
Be the loudest, not the funniest
If you go to pub, not looking at the clock
War again, the ass, the pain
War,war, war
We are tollerance free
Fight for your breath
Fight for your fee
Bunch of beasts
Slowing down each other
Never reaching nowhere
doesn’t seem to bother
Brother
If you let them
Do as they like
You’ll end up
With your head on a spike
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14. |
Inside
02:10
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I have a heart of humanity within me, I cried
But there was one big nothing inside
I feel the pain of mankind, I cried
But there was nothing, nothing inside
I have a vision, I have a pride, I cried
But when I looked closely- nothing inside
I feel world’s pain, I feel weltschmertz, I cried
But my eyes were dry, not a tear inside
At least I have these shallow words, I cried
No you don’t, the voice replied
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15. |
Cunt For Hire
02:53
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I am steady family man
I have an alibi to be selfish
I don’t sing protest songs
They don’t bring food on my dish
If you honestly make a stand
You will have smaller market
Nazis won’t buy it, yuppies too
Yahoos won’t buy it so fuck it!
Tied with wires
I am pen for hire
That’s all that there is
Tied with wires
I am voice for hire
I smile to sound more sincere
Cunt for hire…
I am like that psychologist
That always makes you feel better
I cure your aerophobia so you can die
in a plane crash few days later
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16. |
Nasty Kiddies
01:59
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We are the kiddies, nasty kiddies
And we gonna take out all your kidneys
We will never make you one of us (one of us, one of us...)
We will kill u and put you on a morning bus
Sail on to twilight zone...
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I can't sing to the music of a rich man
I tried and failed you see
I wanna listen to the songs of a a guy
Poor and unknown just like me
I can't listen to that music
Cause I picture him drinking champagne
Smoking good cigars, fucking pretty dames
By the fireplace and big white Dane
I can't listen to the music of a wealthy man
To remind me that my life sucks
And I make it only wiggling through the cracks
Let's face it:
If I am to be a hero it is accident
If I am to be famous it is incident
If I didn't make it by thirty why try
To drink vinegar instead of wine?
I can't sing to the music of a rich man
Reminiscing all the chances that passed me by
Cause his songs tell me: How unperfect you are!
I can't sing to the music of a rich man
Even though it is smooth and fine
No, I can't sing to the music of a rich man
Cause he's never been under breadline
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18. |
Lifer
02:08
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Life has tricked me in a suttle way
Giving me space to sing and play,
Giving me mind, body and heart,
Giving me love and tallent and art
Life has hurt me without a bruise
Offering straight fight fixing to lose
Giving me chances without any odds
Taking my money for cold appaluse
Life has crushed me throwing me rope
I must hold it yet never to cope
Life is for killers making me cry
Life isnt life its face behind the lie
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19. |
Attention Sicko
03:24
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You must love me
For all that I am
(and not)
you must love me
for all that I was
and that I will ever be
you must love me for my follies
not for my stupidity
you must love me
or act on it
you love me, you love me
admit, you must admit
you must submit
If you don’t I will step out
Your empty refrigerator
I can shag you then
Or shall I shag you later?
I f you don’t I will crawl out
Beneath your toilet seat
I will bite your arse
While you are taking a shit
I will step out TV set
And dive into your mind
And leave you lost,
Alone and blind
You love me, you love me
admit, you must admit
you must submit
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20. |
Old McDonald & GMO
02:02
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OLD MCDONALD AND GMO
Old McDonald had a farm, GM, GM - O!
And on that farm he had SOME MUTANTS!GMO,GMO!
With mutant here, and mutant there,
And mutants, mutants everywhere
Ronald McDonald had a farmGM, GM-O!
Mad cow here, mad cow there
Three legged sheep everywhere!
Old McDonald had a farm, GM,GM-O!
Old McDonald took the farm and all the tools
’Cause farmer don’t play by his rules
And mortgage here, and mortgage there
And lawyers, lawyers, everywhere!
There is no food, there is no farm!
CIA,EA, Oh!
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Alek Novak Београд, Serbia
Guitarist-songwriter from Belgrade, experimenting with music genres, from blues to indie and with items, form dark corners of soul to social issues. Welcome to Belgrade!
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