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427 Alligators

427 alligators
On wings of saffron cashmere
I light my last cigarette
I'm waiting for you1
On this hysterical highway
Which takes us to the mutants
I've swapped my heart for a cudgel
I'm waiting for you
I know that you had destructive beauty
And a winning smile until your last breath
I know that your jaws exude agony
Me, I say to you 'bravo' and 'long live death!'
 
427 alligators
With tails of zinc and blood
I knock back a snort
I'm waiting for you
In this strange carnival
They sold Homo sapiens
In order to buy back Neanderthals
I'm waiting for you
And the factories are good at retraining
There will never be enough morphine for everyone
Especially for those who say you like to make it last
Me, I say to you 'bravo' and 'long live death!'
 
427 alligators
With long phosphorescent looks
I blow my nose, put my socks back on
I'm waiting for you
And I block my tomorrows
I know that the flies are getting ready
Around the feast table
I'm waiting for you
And I'm waiting for them to erect your next grave[s]
I've missed the other war for photography
I hope that your corpse[s] will be well decayed
Me, I say to you 'bravo' and 'long live death!'
 
427 alligators
With venomous and sticky fangs
I give my skeleton a brush
I'm waiting for you
The village idiot queues up
And holds out his membership card
To take his place at the great fire
I'm waiting for you
I hear the wind whistling below the crosses
And I see the vampires leaving their coffins
To come to greet the nuclear angels
Me, I say to you 'bravo' and 'long live death!'
 
427 alligators
With claws of gold and diamond
I know that the hemlock is ready
I'm waiting for you
I know that in your alchemy
The atom is worth travellers' cheques
And it suffices as a alibi
I'm waiting for you
In the shadow of your power plants, I spit out my cancer
I seek a new name for my metamorphosis
I know that my children will be called to the earth
Me, I say to you 'bravo' and 'long live death!'
 
427 alligators
With brains made of jasper and silver
It is time to ring in the celebration
I'm waiting for you
You have taste in great art
And on my electric meter
I have the portrait of the tacky prince
I'm waiting for you
I know that from now on to live is a pun
Death has become a permanent state
The world belongs to ghosts, hyenas and vultures
Me, I say to you 'bravo' and 'long live death!'
 
  • 1. 'Vous' is used throughout the song, meaning the plural 'you' or the formal 'you'.
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She Tells Me

Versions: #6
She tells me
Write a happy song
Not a song that's depressing
A song that everyone loves
 
She tells me
You'll become a billionaire
You'll have something to be proud of
Don't end up like your father
 
She tells me
Don't lock yourself in your room
Go ahead, move yourself and dance
Tell me, what is your problem?
 
She tells me
What's up with you? You look hung-up
Are you high or are you gay?
You'll end up like your brother
 
She tells me
 
She tells me, it's your life
Do what you want, too bad
One day you'll understand
One day you'll blame yourself
 
She tells me, you're too boring
Get out of your bubble a bit
You're doing random things
It seems as though you like that
 
Why do you waste your life? (x3)
Dance, dance, dance
Why do you waste your life? (x3)
Dance, dance, dance
 
She tells me
Do like the other boys
Go play some ball
You'll become popular
 
She tells me
What the hell are you doing on the internet?
You're not well in the head
Look at the time you're wasting
 
She tells me
Why do you always complain?
We'd think you're 8 years old
It's not like that that you'll please me
 
She tells me
One day I wont be there anymore
But it's when she tells me that
That she tells me something that I like
 
She tells me, it's your life
Do what you want, too bad
One day you'll understand
One day you'll blame yourself
 
She tells me, you're too boring
Get out of your bubble a bit
You're doing random things
It seems as though you like that
 
Why do you waste your life? (x3)
Dance, dance, dance
Why do you waste your life? (x3)
Dance, dance, dance
She tells me dance
 
She tells me
You don't have any white hairs yet
But you'll soon be thirty years old
It would be good if you woke up
 
She tells me
You're still a child
You'll never be big
And me I'm already old
 
She tells me
Look at your friends a bit
What they will do with their lives
There's something to be screwed up
 
She tells me
Yes one day you'll kill me
But its when she tells me this
That she tells me something that I like
 
She tells me dance (x8)
 
She tells me, it's your life
Do what you want, too bad
One day you'll understand
One day you'll blame yourself
 
She tells me, you're too boring
Get out of your bubble a bit
You're doing random things
It seems as though you like that
 
Why do you waste your life? (x3)
Dance, dance, dance
Why do you waste your life? (x3)
Dance, dance, dance
She tells me dance
 
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Liza

De micile tale agrafe
de par, ce faci,
le-ai lasat abandonate
printre perne fara noi.
 
Lumini toate stinse,
nu e deschis nici un bar,
urc incet scarile mele,
dar ce va fi?
 
Liza a plecat,
aici nu mai este casa ei,
Liza a plecat,
nu mai este a mea.
 
Liza a plecat,
proasta nebunia ei,
libera, oriunde ar fi
nu mai este a mea
 
Cate o scuza de-a sa
priceputa cum e, o va inventa.
Liza mea, acum
a cui este , a cui va fi?
 
Catre un pahar deschis
vinul rosu, stiu deja
mintea mea acum
spre plafon va zbura!
 
Privesc ceasul:
miezul noptii a batut deja,
dar a mea Noapte Buna,
acum cine mi-o va da?
 
Liza a plecat,
aici nu mai este casa ei,
Liza a plecat,
nu mai este a mea.
 
Liza a plecat,
proasta nebunia ei,
libera, oriunde ar fi,
nu mai este a mea.
 
Cate o scuza de-a sa,
priceputa cum e, o va inventa.
Liza mea, acum
a cui este, a cui va fi?
 
Liza a plecat,
aici nu mai este casa ei,
Liza a plecat,
nu mai este a mea (bis)
 
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Lullaby For The Naughty

Die asshole, you eat shit, you damned piece of shit,
Mentally ill, I will get you stabbed
You deserve to get hit by a car or a cement truck
Die asshole, you are a pedophile, you eat toads
You smell like oil, you sniff mops
You lick garbages, I would nail your tongue to your forehead and make you say pineapple
Die asshole, I will stuff you and shoot you
I will tell everyone that like fuchsia
You deserve that I tear off both eyes and I pass them in my grinder
Die asshole, I will send my dog to piss on your grave
I will go unearth you just to watch you rot
I will fill your grave with dangerous trash and set it on fire
Die asshole
You are a damned piece of shit, ugly, you smell like shit
You walk like a duck, you do not express yourself well
Your clothes aren't even nice, and your moms ass is large like a bus
Die asshole
 

Peacock

My grey sweater matches the slush
The concrete has no feelings here
And the tower blocks we live in are covered in fog
But I am a peacock
But I am a peacock
But I am a peacock
But I am a peacock
 
[Verse 1: Chirag]
My father lived in an apartment for immigrants with little money
And now my sister has got a house in Holmenkollen1
And that's how I am
So I cry whenever I'm grey
It's also the way that crows pretend to be peacocks, caw
Caw, mother fucker, caw
'How are you, Raggen?' 'Good, mother fucker, good'2
It's like mother, father, and I love them both even when
I dated a white girl and they were not happy
My mother said it had to do with race and caste
It makes you furious, rage and throw stuff
I protect my people underneath a baldachin
In front of Hasla, but never rushed to fit in3
These niggas know that it's the truth, but
We are the only band who can represent them
My group of friends is a bag filled with Skittles and M&M's
And everyone has their money in their mouths
 
[Chorus]
 
[Verse 2: Yosef]
So I was the bridge between black and white and
Everything in between was like a grey area on my map, but
We made it through and on the way we found the stair case here
I reached the top, looked around and figured out it wasn't my home
So where is home now?
I put my heart on the wall hook here
Bring Magdi with me, try my luck where Raggen is4
So to hide all our scars we wear all the clothes
Have always fitted in, but stood out like something called a sore thumb
I was always too white for my friends, but too black for the others
My mother told me to be proud of myself and tell them to shut up
You are from everywhere, your passport is the rainbow
And those who only see you in one way have chosen the wrong bird
So when Karpe Diem sent me the song I got the goosebumps
So how do I want to be remembered when I'm gone
Because a life can end too soon
And when I die write 'Peacock' on my gravestone
 
[Chorus]
Because a fucking bastard hated peacocks
That fucking bastard brought grey bullets
And it's not the first time I perform on a stage
But those in the front are survivors
And I'm a peacock, the feathers hide goosebumps
And my life is all good, and my friends are Skittles
But my little brother is a peacock where I grew up
And our language is ugly, he cries when he's alone
And our city is separated
Different, can you not find the dreams of a kid
I used to try to part my curly hair with hair wax
He did the same thing last year, he hid a coloured map
But when that kid grows up, it will see the tail behind
So one should carry the picture his city has painted with proud
No matter what you thought the hour after the bomb went off
 
  • 1. Holmenkollen is a neighbourhood in Oslo (mostly rich people).
  • 2. Raggen is Chirag's nick name.
  • 3. Hasle is a neighbourhood in Oslo
  • 4. Magdi and Raggen (Chirag) are the members of Karpe Diem.