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The beach of the dirty doctors

Aia ia io pague io
Aia ia io pague
 
The bum was going confident to the beach
where nobody takes a bath, you know
cheers dear, prominent figure
the difference is in the chaqué.
The life of this dirty man is well known
his name is Iseca and he ignores the law
they indemnize him for some beans
he went crazy and he says he's Baley1
 
(Everyone's crazy in this house)
 
Some say he was a teacher
others assert he was a doctor
there was no money for his genius
the assholes privatized.
Now the cops sometimes lock him
and listens to the struggle of Huracan champion
the teacher and goalkeeper Iseca
dries his forehead and renounces to pain.
 
Give your red eyes for it to dance
for the great heart to dance always...
 
The crown sun of golden thorns
the nasty beach at the dawn
look, the dirty men smoke broken ciggies
they laugh and drink a mate too
Sometimes they scream, spit, curse,
they complain, they fight, they stop the fuss
then they drink a wine in the sand
they sleep without pain till the morning.
The dirty man doesn't own the red wine he drinks,
nor the gasoline that takes him, nor the truck, nor the train,
nor the ciggy he smokes, nor the lamp hanging,
nor the gas, nor the water, nor the kerosene,
nor the chickens, the cows, the land, the cans,
nor the planes he sees,
the routes he walks, the phones he ignores,
nor the voices in the radio, nor the yesterday news.
 
  • 1. Hector Baley, former Argentinian football player
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Roata din cer

Iarna este aici, oh, Doamne
Nu am mai fost acasa de una an, sau mai mult
Sper ca poate sa mai reziste
Am trimis o scrisoare intr-o lunga zi de iarna
Facauta din argint, nu din lut
Am tot mers pe prafuita carare
 
Roata din cer sa te invarte
Nu stiu unde o sa fiu maine
Roata din cer sa invarte
 
Am incercat sa ajung acasa
Trebuie sa ajung inainte sa fie prea tarziut
Oh, nu mai pot face fata
Am blocat in ploaie
Soarele de dimineata
Saruta ziua
 
Roata din cer sa te invarte
Nu stiu unde o sa fiu maine
Roata din cer sa invarte
 
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This Is My Country

(If you don't know what's up in this country,
Let us tell you.)
 
The country in which the panther was slain by riffles,
The country in which morals are preached but the crime rates are higher than the Eiffel tower,
The country whose law can not stand up against the Dharma or the Bible,
The country in which good people aren't commemorated as idols,
The country in which weekend houses for judges are built in national parks,
The country whose capital's heart was turned into a killing field,
The country in which taxes are candy for the prime minister,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country free of corruption which doesn't even investigate on it,
The country whose prime minister's watch is made of corpses
The country whose parliament is the playground of its soldiers,
The country in which a constitution is written so that it can be trampled all over by the army's paws,
The country in which artists put themselves on airs as rebels,
The country in which rebels have no power and have to be shrink with fear,
The country in which rebels have to obey like ants,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country in which people in suits don't do what they say,
The country in which the poor have to die because they can't afford a 30-baht 1healthcare,
The country which is so powerful that it eats panters like sushi,
The country in which nobody is guilty because nobody is acountable,
The country in which one murder is no problem if you have the money,
The country whose law is more elastic than the arms of Luffy2
The country in which people keep pretending that they are doing good,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country that points a gun at your throat,
The country that tells you that you are free, but insists on depriving you of your right to vote,
The country in which you can't swear even though it's attached to your gum,
ประเทศที่สิ่งที่มึงทำผู้นำจะส่องตามเสือก
The country in which whatever you do will be intruded by the leader,
The country whose sovereignity has been confiscated by vile people,
The country in which you either hide the through or eat the bullet,
The country in which big fish eat small fish,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country in which nobody dares to express his disdain,
The country whose law is made to be menaced by the police,
The country in which people who have ideas have to pretend that they are asleep,
And if you don't like it here, they will force to stay,
The country in which nobody reads, especially the prime minister3
The country in which you are forced to stay quietand if you won't, you'll end up in prison,
The country in which high ranked officials succeed all the time, no matter how immorally they act,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country in which two political parties have separated the country into two factions,
The country whose population is f*cking separated into two sides,
The country in which people from both mobs f*cking die,
The country in which both sides fear the army,
The country whose populace f*cking hasn't had an election in four years,
A supposedly free country that pretends to me that I have a choice,
The country in which the army is assembled to elect the prime minister,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country whose budget appears to be unlimited,
The country in which government officials hide money in their homes,
The country whose prime minister is kinda annoying,
The country that has a law but screws it with machine guns,
The country whose population is happy but lives under a coconut shell4
Four years we have lived under the feet (of the military) and nobody has dared to step into the parliamentary,
The tedious country in which you know what's up without it being said,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country in which you can find anything but common sense,
Driven by money as if under a magical spell,
That, as time passes, turns into a bright diamond of evil
And is worshipped in a cult of selfishness by monkeys on a stone,
That are mindlessly drunk to the extend that they can't find answers to anything
And ignore what's right and just let those selfish beasts
Rule everything with darkness and fear,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
(If you're ready,
Raise your middle fingers and let the masses march with us.)
 
The good country whose lineage will last forever,
But whose wealth won't last if the government steals from the poor, as the rumours spread all around the world
And there are sanctions against the country, there are troubled people everywhere now,
The country in which protestors are shot by night,
The country in which profane laws are passed that f*ck up the nation
The country that makes it people believe that it won't waste the tax payer's money,
This is my country, this is my country.
 
The country which has the ability to turn laws into pretexts,
The country in which people up with hope,
Hope on their T-shirts and poverty on their trousers
The country that's deaf to its own people,
If people in other countries have something to say, they are listened to,
The country in which everybody is taken into examination
And others grasp the answers because they love to count money,
That gives false promises like loading bullets,
That creates a regime and tells us to love it,
The country in which sitting down on a chair and looking outside is considered the answer, as we just love counting the days,
This is my country, this is my country,
This is my country.
 
  • 1. roughly equal to 1 USD
  • 2. An animé character who has the abilty to stretch his body:
  • 3. Prayut claims that he reads a lot. This line is an allusion to that claim.
  • 4. In internet slang, Thailand is sometimes (mostly in political contexts) referred to as 'กะลาแลนด์' (Gàlaalaen/Kalaland=> Coconut shell land) which itself is an allusion to the idiomatic expression 'กบในกะลา' (gòp nai gàlaa/kop nai kala => frog in a coconut shell) which stands for a narrow-minded person with a limited view. (Just like the frog whose whole world is what he can see inside the coconut shell.). The meaning of the concept of Thailand (its leaders in particular) living under a coconut shell is that, due to being a dictatorship, Thailand isolates itself from the world and loses itself in a spiral of ultranationalism, ultraroyalism, authoritarianism etc. and ignores its actual ideals like democracy and integration into the globalised world.

Fucked Up

Versions: #2
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
 
I'm confusing myself with others, how could I admit it
I could push them out from myself, or beat them up
Many people could do the same, I have high expectations of what I am
Cheating myself seas and rivers, when normal life is do boring
Stories, you believe them, they could be true if it'd depend on me
It's not always like that, it isn't our heaven, anyway
So they're bothering you for nothing, you just shuffled the deck properly
I'm searching for a vacant spot from my heart and vein, good morning
 
I do against to what I'm told to do, my head is mine, it's mine
I'm afraid that it'll blow up, that it'd suddenly go boom boom
And I fucked up my head, I fucked up my head, I fucked up my head
I went outside alone, escaped my thoughts
Woke up from a park bench having nightmares
 
Somehow this was predicted by Max Weber: if someone has one, I got to get two
Even though we understood this since we were small, we don't need any luxury for anything
When the economy is haywire and the world's spinning like a pinwheel
It's not a surprise that the electroencephalogram is shaped like a crooked curl
The specs are in disorder, food and sex, only drugs can make you happy
 
I do against to what I'm told to do, my head is mine, it's mine
I'm afraid that it'll blow up, that it'd suddenly go boom boom
And I fucked up my head, I fucked up my head, I fucked up my head
I went outside alone, escaped my thoughts
Woke up from a park bench having nightmares
 
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
 
All young people are insane, and the old ones even more so
Just let the brains rest and lighten up your mind, the world is made by madmen
The head hasn't learned anything, this is exactly what you think it is
When the powder is wet, the mood is more like a gyroscope than a Rubik's square
Who wants to be fine, who wants to be boring
Are you half full or half empty, no one gives a shit
What's my job here, I put my dreams in a bottle and I'll recycle them
The cotton stick is already in too deep, feeling sick but in a good way
 
I do against to what I'm told to do, my head is mine, it's mine
I'm afraid that it'll blow up, that it'd suddenly go boom boom
And I fucked up my head, I fucked up my head, I fucked up my head
I went outside alone, escaped my thoughts
Woke up from a park bench having nightmares
 
fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
 

Crimson Sunset

Thoughts touch my stomach, giving rise to dreams.
And in the background a hot fire you, you opened in me.
A soft, bright flower, untouched like a child.
Naive to love, sunny all.
And in this room a fire, (a naked light)
In the cloud a bed (catching waves)
Look back for your door,
It will be so much better for us, believe me
 
Crimson sunset flows down the wall
In those broken rays
I have looked all the way through and around you
Only you never knew anything about me
 
Crimson sunset paints the earth
Don't try to naively reach it
What long ago settled on the day
If you never knew anything about me
 
Doors slamming, run. Don't glance back.
I believe you will find the man you deserve.
With me there won't be love, with me you will ruin yourself.
But the door closed and
 
And again in the room there is a fire (a naked light)
Heats the clouds (everything will be anew)
Night treads and stops on it
It will be better for us, believe me
 
Crimson sunset flows down the wall
In those broken rays
I have looked all the way through and around you
Only you never knew anything about me
 
Crimson sunset paints the earth
Don't try to naively reach it
What long ago settled on the day
If you never knew anything about me (you don't know about me)