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1. |
What If We're Waves
02:04
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What if we’re waves
Expanding waves
Collapsing when they look at us
What if we’re free
To be like seas
Once we are dead and out of reach
What if we’re waves
On Ockham’s blade
Or double-slit experiments
What if we’re quarks
As time-space sparks
And interference patterns rise
So superposition is what I get
Whenever I can stay all day in bed
Tripping at the speed of light and slowly
close my eyes
close my eyes
close my eyes
As if I’m dying
We can be together if you want to
Entagled as particles me and you
Tripping at the speed of light and slowly
Close our eyes
Close our eyes
Close our eyes
As if we’re dying
What if we’re waves
On Ockham’s blade
Or double-slit experiments
What if we’re quarks
As time-space sparks
And interference patterns rise
What if we’re waves
Expanding waves
Collapsing when they look at us
What if we’re free
To be like seas
Once we are dead and out of reach
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2. |
The Toll
03:34
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What’s the point of being myself or you?
I might even state a preference
Though I can’t say what’s the difference
When we sleep or climb the Everest
What’s the point of reading all the news?
When it’s clear there is no evidence
Well, let’s say we have some interests
And we can claim to be so provident
Things that you want to see
You’re gonna hear the toll
Lands where you want to be
You’re gonna pay the toll
Stuff that you want to do
One day you’ll rest in peace for sure
What’s the thing you’re grabbing with your hand?
Is it something you got or made up?
Is it something that you need to live?
Is it something you don’t want to give?
Airplanes crashed down by computers
Virus spreads into the future
Boats are sinking, bridges falling
Where am I when you are calling?
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3. |
Cassandra
04:02
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She’s lying in an empty tub
The cold ceramic feels like mud
Her mind sucked in down the drain hole
Her skin worn out like a boot’s sole
She says we can’t escape our fate
No matter how hard we’ll debate
She brings a billion human bones
They all have been killed by the drones
Cassandra is frantic
She’s crying out loud in tears
The bombs will be falling
That’s pretty much crystal clear
We can’t even start
To make up our mind
If we don’t realise
Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right
She stands like an old dying tree
Spreading blooms of what will be
Poisoned flowers in her hands
Skrawny roots in the sand
She says we can’t escape our fate (oh, no no no)
No matter how hard we’ll debate (all night long)
She brings a billion human bones (yes, human bones)
They all have been killed by the drones
Cassandra is warning
She’s walking out in the fog
The winter will catch you
In bed with your wicked dogs
We can’t even start
To make up our mind
If we don’t realise
Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right
And Earth is not flat
As simple as that
Moon landing was real
With which you must deal
And not everyone lies
But pigs never fly
And Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right
Cassandra is right!
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4. |
Love On Petra
03:33
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When she was a child
To play was scary time
No matter what it was
No need for a good cause to be that way
In the summer sun
In early afternoon
Nobody was around except
This girl in a playground
No way to choose a place to stay
She seemed abandoned there
A lovely pup with dirty hands
blue eyes and light blonde hair
She didn’t speak our language ‘cause
She was from far away
That seemed a decent reason for
Our laughter to take place
What do you do here, go back home!
We seem to hear you parents call!
I don’t know if you have a bike
But you should get one for a ride
What do you do here, on the ground?
Are you aware of certain bounds?
In your blue eyes a question mark
No answer in our dull remarks
But she didn’t go away
As we had initially thought
As if a karmic bungee cord
Was pulling back and forth
She cried and laughed at the same time
What a scary scene!
I can’t say if that happened really
Or it’s a guilty dream
Love on Petra
Love on Petra oh!
And when I think of Petra and
I wonder where she’s now
I ask myself if she remembers
Of that playground
In a foreign country
where nobody showed her love
I guess it is no use but
I do want to show it now
Love on Petra
Love on Petra oh!
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Ad Nauseam
04:04
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I dreamt of a secret garden where the people gather at night
I dreamt of a taboo banquet with old friends I lost over time
I dreamt of you playing piano in your cozy attic downtown
I was walking in the street and Chopin said to me: stay around
I never rang at your door
You never gave me a hint
I wonder if we can match
But I’m afraid of those lies
Met someone from my school days we were making plans to get by
Hey, we should write a song now, come down in my basement, let’s try
Lost in a empty village, people stay at home playing war games
I know she is waiting upstairs, I stay in the doorway – it rains
They’re gonna come and get me
They’re storming to arrest me
I’m trying to stay awake
But damn, I’m missing your smile
I can’t walk through my door
I can’t walk on my own
ThinkPol waiting outside
For me dead or alive
So I stay in my bed
I’m free to fantasize
Ad-lib ad nauseam
Ad-lib ad nauseam
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6. |
Anna
03:38
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Anna,
Please make up some rules
Anna,
For my solitude
We should better hide from your boyfriend
We should better find some secret land
You don’t have to smile that way at me
When we are in public, they could see
Anna,
Bringing endorphins
Anna,
Almost heroin
Anna,
Making love to me
Anna,
In my fantasy
You say it’s all clear, it’s understood
I thought that my hints were not too good
You say this is real and you like it too
I thought it was me who played the fool
Anna
Naked in my arms
Anna
Owner of all charms
Anna
Running in my veins
Anna
Shelter from the rain
Anna
Please, would you teach me how to be your friend?
Anna
Can I stay here and be part of this blend
Would you start a fire?
And fill me with desire?
Are you up to dive?
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7. |
Sunday Ghosts
04:14
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How I’d like to be asleep
When the hours sink so deep
Into the afternoon
Hear the whispers of the walls
The creaking of the doors
And the rumble of the sea
Hey, your message came too late
And we must push back our date
Let’s say it could be next week
How can I stop this queasiness
Eating junk food nonetheless
In a Sunday afternoon
Sunday ghosts yelling
As I cannot speak
Sunday ghosts haunting
As I can’t even think
Now that the people aren’t aware
How about a breath of air
And a walk around the park?
Skipping the football on tv
Chasing shadows from the trees
Till the shadows swallow me
Sunday ghosts yelling
As I cannot speak
Sunday ghosts haunting
As I can’t even think
What are you looking for?
The same old tiger in the park?
A bit of a jigsaw worn out by the waiting?
The white rook from your old chess pieces
That fell from your pocket thirty years ago
While you were fornicating?
Sunday ghosts yelling
As I cannot speak
Sunday ghosts haunting
As I can’t even think
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8. |
Karl
03:30
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My Karl is Popper
Your Karl is Marx
You say sunshine of future
I say a torch in the dark
And while we’re struggling to find the point
Your fascist cousins are allowed to keep going
My Karl is Popper
Your Karl is Marx
You say class conflict
I say human rights
All your predictions are falling apart
There’ll be no revolution unless it's far-right
My Karl is Popper
Your Karl is Marx
You come from Hegel
I’ve got Socrates heart
You call the individual selfish and wretch
I call the individual a minority edge
You see, there is no truth
Just things you can disprove
You saw them, you saw them!
My friend, whaddya like best?
Dissidents under arrest?
They’re still there, you saw them!
Do you hear national anthems play?
You hear them! Yes, you hear them!
Would you reduce all our freedoms space?
You’re joining the wrong array!
My Karl is Popper
Your Karl is Marx
We should stand for progress
But we’re losing the fight
‘Cause while we’re arguing ‘bout finding a way
The fascists are back and now they want to stay
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9. |
Moon In Daylight
03:07
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In the summer sunshine
She appeared to say “hi”
So I had to think of her
But I sensed a goodbye
She has things to do now
Swimming in the big sky
Gonna meet somebody else
You don’t know the flip side
I still work so hard to please her
But she always turns me down
As I think she must be flattered
Then realise she wears a frown
In the summer midday
Moving out of this place
Then I had to wait for her
‘Cause I lost her half-way
Every time somebody calls me
I expect bad news from her
As I try to be prepared
To be driven to dispair
Waking up at midnight
Hoping for her bright sight
In the pitch-dark open air
Searching in my pockets
I just find a lighter
I forgot the cigarettes
Where are you, my old friend?
Am I in a dead end?
Can I see you one more time?
Will I cross the vacuum
And put into my room
The Sea of Tranquility?
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10. |
I'm Leaving School
03:33
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I'm leaving school the neon lights
In the classroom cause me fright
I'm skipping class the new school mates
Wear the undertaker's face
Someone says it's unbelievable
Last year's fail was not predictable
I'm leaving school I have enough
To be looked down upon so rough
I'm skipping class I feel so sick
I'm such a drag they think I'm thick
Someone says it takes a little time
To get back and stand again in line
In the morning sitting in a café bar
Watching outside drowning in my black mood jar
And dreaming on and on
Teachers teaching shit me
Teasing tearing words from my sleep
Take the history book now
Looks like it's a thousand pages
I will never catch up
I will never ever make it
Middle Ages are dark
But so vast and full of phases
Then so long goodbye farewell
I go snail inside my shell
In the evening fallen asleep on a book
Proudly lazy, committed to not take a look
And dreaming on and on
I'm leaving school I think of you
Stupid people in the queue
I'm leaving school I hate you all
Kiss my arse and fuck my soul
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Paolo Sala Genova, Italy
I am a reclusive, obsessive, slightly misanthropic writer of pop tunes for extinct
species.
Check out my work in progress here:
soundcloud.com/tatash
and my band, here:
senpaiband.bandcamp.com
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