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Serendipity
02:37
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What should I wear today?
-It doesn’t matter, no one will notice you.
The blue dress I think it’s OK.
-The shoes don’t match, people will laugh at you.
Sweet Melinda, what are you looking here?
Soon you’ll find the most well-meaning fear.
I have to go I am late
-There is no cab, just because it’s you.
It’s getting harder the rain.
-A car passing by, water all over you.
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Doppelgänger
03:16
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There is a force, that makes me cheat
-You like this chick
When I’m trying to write my vows
-Don’t do this shit
There is a voice, that tells me steal
-and fuck let’s go
when I’m trying to pay my loans
-to Mexico
Lives on my soul
and feeds my anger
plays with my mind
my doppelgänger
it’s me
There are some nights, that I can’t sleep
-Let’s go to score
Beside me lies the one I love
-Don’t be so sure
There are some days, that I can’t think
-Who cares for this?
But I need this riddle to solve
-You need a drink
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Libertatia
03:49
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There is a town far away,
some say it doesnt exist.
The name is Libertatia,
and there are no slaves and kings.
Some say the pirates built it,
some say it was refugees.
But sure it's a home for the people
who can't live their life on a lease.
Ahoy me hearties, we're heading all South
the Africas horn, to taste in our mouth.
Sailing upwind, a bit to the East
Hurry you old salts, we're late for the feast.
Oh look at there it's James
waiting with wine on the dock.
Shiver me timbres my old friend,
where did you stole all this gold?
America spends it on fashion
Europe just spends it on wars.
So bless me the thief who relieved them
from all this impeccable loads!
Let's drink, and let's laugh, with all our hearts,
on puritans pictures lets throw some darts,
Let's play the craziest game can be,
it worth celebration the fact that we're free!
But all this Western governments,
thought so much freedom is threat.
People should have a religion
a country to serve and a dept.
They sent their armies, to kill us
of curse in the name of God.
Some of them simply joined us
some of them lost in the fog
But our Libertatia was not just a place
it's a state of mind for the human race.
So don't cry for me anymore Argentina
We're sailing and Mission, will be in the marina.
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William Foster's Polka
02:32
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When the day begins
I will eat my beans
But instead of work
i will walk, straight to, neighbors armory shop
I will buy a gun,
and a baseball bat
and the first I'll hit, is this shit
that will ask "sir your ticket please"
Waking now from your coffins
dancing with some polka tunes
saturday night fever
fancy clothes, cheapish booze
all the week you work like zombie
liking asses and your boss
but tonight in the party
you're the man with rented Porche
sorry for your loss
I will shot the doorman
I will crack the mailman
and without remorse,
i will shot, my boss, straight to the balls
when the cops will come
i will not run
and if they ask,
why I did all this, it was simply fun.
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5. |
We Are Just People
04:36
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They say that we are lost,
a generationcide.
That maybe it’s out fault,
that soon will have to pick, a side.
They say, it’s like war
except, there is no fight.
The enemy, is ourselves,
We kneel in front of them, or die.
But God, we are just people here,
who seek a slice of joy.
Some bread on our table,
and milk for our boy.
We don’t need no champagne you know,
a beer’s enough for us,
some friends to hang around with,
and strings for our guitars.
and strings for our guitars.
The crowd, that used to shout,
for freedom, jobs, and rights,
now waits, a plate of food,
standing without voice, in line.
We probably are fools,
and that’s what we deserve,
experiment that failed,
but still in debt to them, to serve.
So God, we are just people here,
who seek a slice of joy.
Some bread on our table,
and milk for our boy.
We don’t need no champagne here,
a beer’s enough for us,
some friends to hang around with,
and strings for our guitars.
and strings for our guitars.
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6. |
Renovatio
03:54
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Life’s a rehearsal, throughout born and death,
For boring shows, that none will see.
Our souls are trapped, between sky and earth.
Send us a shovel, or two wings.
Poetry come and treat, one more glass of absinth,
Make the paper dance a tango with the ink.
This selcouth dream, god, always keeps me awake,
Asmodeus seeking for a link.
Innocent sheep, inside a court of wolfs,
Pandora’s Box is still unclosed.
The satyr’s convicted, and he faces the noose,
The acid rain burns my rose.
A fallen god is sweeping the curb.
Dionysus! I heard someone whisper, maybe was the air, maybe a flute.
The trees are trapped in the concrete, and the birds have lost their way.
Poorer from hope but exempted from their hallucinations are sitting on the wires.
Such a common view…
But I will cut from my flesh to feed them, if they come to visit my garden.
And now let me lie on the ground and fall asleep, with folded hands and feet’s,
Like a fetus in the uterus of a ferry, under the tree, Judas…hanged himself.
So let the curtain fall…
Come on! Reveal the magician!
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A label for people without boundariess in music and expression. We run without outrageous costs or promotional fireworks. Our focus is on art and creation. This is home for Thanos Liberopoulos projects and collaborations.
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