A keresés eredménye

Sixty five

When you turn sixty five
You think you’ll go to heaven
When you turn sixty five
You’re finished in both bone and limb
When you turn sixty five
You end up at a retirement home
When you turn sixty five
You’ll soon be dead
 
Fuckkkk turning sixty five
 
When you turn sixty five
Your life is under pressure
When you turn sixty five
You’ll get a few bucks every month
When you turn sixty five
You’ll be put in a hospital bed
When you turn sixty five
You’ll soon be dead
 
Fuckkkk turning sixty five
Fuckkkk turning sixty five
 

Don Micilio

(Voice on the telephone) Yes? Don Micilio*, can I take your order?
 
Don Micilio
Don Micilio
Don Micilio
Don Micilio, can I take your order?
 
I swear, Don Micilio
The customers screw it up for me
Work is a fever dream
And surreal things are happening
 
I don't receive, I just deliver
Day and night, sweet and salty
If you're too greedy, you'll end up with no tacos**
Without tips, I have no income
 
Don Micilio
Don Micilio
Don Micilio
Don Micilio, can I take your order?
 
Vice home-delivered
The reprieve of all slackers
On bicycle at your service
You get what you pay for!
 
Vice home-delivered
Paradise for the slackers
On bicycle at your service
I bring dreams au gratin
 
Call, call, call now!
Call, call now
Vice, vice, home-delivered
 
I swear, Don Micilio
People don't cook anymore
And order after order
Their routine eats them up
 
I know you're the boss
But it's no coincidence
If 'the customer is always right'
I can never complain
 
Vice home-delivered
The reprieve of all slackers
On bicycle at your service
You get what you pay for!
 
Vice home-delivered
Paradise for the slackers
On bicycle at your service
I bring dreams au gratin
 
Call, call, call now!
Call, call now
Vice, vice, home-delivered
Call, call, call now!
Call, call now
Vice, vice, home-delivered
 
I've got sushi, ramen, hummus
Chimichurri, junk food, Sugus***
I've got Hindu tofu and sauerkraut
The very best**** with tiramisu
 
Uncut chocolate
Healthy bowls, a vegan option
I've got crepes with masa padre
Kebab, donner, weird stuff
 
Two for one deals on roast chicken
Six times four, twenty-four
Disgusting stuff with cilantro
If you're too greedy, you'll end up with no tacos
 
Don Micilio
Don Micilio
Don Micilio
(Child's voice:) Don Micilio, please!
 
Vice home-delivered
The reprieve of all slackers
On bicycle at your service
You get what you pay for!
Vice home-delivered
Paradise for the slackers
On bicycle at your service
I bring dreams au gratin
 
Call, call, call now!
Call, call now
Vice, vice, home-delivered
Don Micilio
 

Me

We need to talk
You used to love me more
Put yourself in my place
Now tell me the truth
 
You are so and so and so-
Don't lose my respect
Everything's wrong and wrong and wrong
Think and look in the mirror
 
We don't spend time together
Never is always and always is never
Your name rhymes with control
And mine with confront*
 
You remind me of my ex
It's always never and never is always
You don't know how much it worries me
Please don't interrupt me
 
I am the common point
Of all my problems
I only see this glass
Half-empty**
 
I am the center of the universe
Like everybody else
I'm addicted to problems
 
I fight with my ego
Like everybody else
I'm addicted to my problems
 
Me, me, me and only me, only me
Me, me, me and only me
Me, me, me and only me, only me
 
Me, me, me and only me, only me
Me, me, me and only me
Me, me, me and only me, only me
 
Don't act the victim
You have your defenses up
Don't be selfish
If you wanted me you'd do it
 
You are so and so and so-
My self-esteem is on the floor
You want more and more and more
My antidote and my poison
 
Jealousy isn't my thing
You need help
I'm not complaining anymore
I was waiting for an apology
 
How well you're doing,
And how much you complain
It's not for you, it's for me,
Drama queen
 
I am the common point
Of all my problems
I only see this glass
Half-empty
 
I am the center of the universe
Like everybody else
I'm addicted to problems
 
I fight with my ego
Like everybody else
I'm addicted to my problems
 
Me, me, me and only me, only me
Me, me, me and only me
Me, me, me and only me, only me
 
Me, me, me and only me, only me
Me, me, me and only me
Me, me, me and only me, only me
 
You are the common point
Of all your problems
How lucky you are
And how much you complain
 
You are the common point
Of all your problems
Let's see if you figure it out
 
I am the center of the universe
Like everybody else
I'm addicted to problems
 
I fight with my ego
Like everybody else
I'm addicted to my problems
 
Me, me, me and only me, only me
Me, me, me and only me
Me, me, me and only me, only me
 
Me, me, me and only me, only me
Me, me, me and only me
Me, me, me and only me, only me
 

O, Aunt

This pretty girl is killing me, O, Aunt!
Oh, how much I love her and how I want to talk to her.
 
Why did you do this, my Aunt?! How did you not understand that yet?!
 
And all my soul resides near her,
O, Aunt, ... O, Aunt,
 
Her magnificence and splendour have caused me such strife!
She is more beautiful than the moon

Oniric

Sand angels
Sunk in the mist
They wake up dried up, blinded
... I wake up with them.
 
My languid voice
protests, lazy,
over the wind
always strong
... always.
 
Far away...
Sea of absent, sleepwalking waters
Waves of sleepless Silence
It was late,
too late for walking.
 
Far away...
You beg to secluded gods
Shadows of suffocated air
It was brief,
Maybe too brief for me.
 
Far away...
My life.
 

Istanbul's pain

Wings broken to pieces these August nights
While the stars are boiling
Pouring down my feet with a crash
You
If you are Istanbul again
I'm gonna grow hell vines with blood severity again
I will spit poems by handfulls
So again me
All flags are rising in the forest of poles in the harbor
Individual rhymes twisted in front of the doors
Telaviv songs illuminating the Jewish streets
Descend upon the blue asphalts
Bending the knees
If you are Istanbul again
Extending its dirty lips to my cloudy lips
Stabbed by train screams at Sirkeci Station
From Haydarpaşa in suicide fumes
Looking at the Anatolian hills
Crying
If you are Istanbul again
If I’m not deceived
His collars are with cloves... if he doesn't cheat on me
Until blood gushes from my ears
I'm at your command again
If I’m not embarrassed
Having my eyes drip into my glass
I can poison
Myself, Atilla İlhan, that I know
Autumn will hold the darkness sooner
The bachelors are steamed at Tarlabaşı pensions
The cries of exams are rising from the university
Diesel trucks are drunk at Tophane Pier
Fearless drivers in love with their steering wheel
Sleeplessly driving
Is that you, hey Istanbul?
Are these your hands?
Are these ships yours, buddy?
Are these tattooed ships yours?
Which take their minarets between their teeth like toothpicks,
From harbor to harbor, and which spit this diesel?
Why do they get so big as the nights go flat?
Why are the sparks of emergency gushing constantly?
From their antennas?
Why?
Well Istanbul, how about me?
What about passenger Abbas who sticks his lines to customs walls
Like four colorful wall posters?
What about my sorrow?
What about your pain?
With your heavy hobnails you crushed my sleep wakelessly
Like a crazy snake vomiting desperate poisons
You poured inside me
It's your pain
It's yours
If you are Istanbul again
If I'm not mistaken
You
To whom I want to take in my hands as an old book
To whom I want to read to Sicilian fishermen, to Marseillean dock workers
Line by line
If you are Istanbul, again
If it is your pain that I feel like a barbed cradle all over me
You won, again, hey Istanbul
You won, I was defeated
Till blood gushes from my ears
I'm at your command again
If I die, if I stay alone, and my wallet gets lost
If I go broke, if I stay in seclusion
If no mailman knocks on my door any time
If I'm not mistaken
If you are Istanbul again
If they are your whistles that are stuck in my ears
From my loneliness that rotates like planets in my eyeballs
It means I got out breaking their doors with a kick
You know it too, Istanbul
How many times I wrote, who knows?
How many times have our eyelashes turned into bayonets
Brother mirc and me in September 1949
We lit a fire like mohicans in the streets
We worshipped you
Did you forget it
We worshipped you
 

Everything Is Grey

Everything is grey...
Time is so,
As well as my indecisive heart
And, behind the windowpanes, the world is so
As it gets lost
God knows where
Within the fog of this very uncertain world!
 
Everything is sad...
The cold is so,
As well as thinking that I haven't seen you
And life goes on and I just laugh at it
As if it were a very old film
Made with the shadows
Of that now defunct time...
 
Don't tell me about the lost road
Beyond this, my paradise.
Beyond this absolute dullness,
Of this immense silence.
 
Everything is grey...
Time is so,
As well as my indecisive heart
And, behind the windowpanes, the world is so
As it gets lost
God knows where
Within the fog of this very uncertain world!
 
Don't tell me about the lost road
Beyond this, my paradise.
Beyond this absolute dullness,
Of this immense silence.
 
Everything is grey...
Time is so,
As well as my indecisive heart
And, behind the windowpanes, the world is so
As it gets lost
God knows where
Within the fog of this very uncertain world!
 
Within the fog of this very uncertain world...
 

Free Pigs Grunt The Best

O, pigs! Strong and proud pigs!
Listen to me! Why do you put up with being locked up in your tiny boxes
when nature's waiting for you out in the green forest?
I've come to free you from your prison!
Let's rush out in the forest in a big crowd!
Long live freedom!
 
Free pigs grunt the best! (Oink)
Their lives are a giant party (Oink oink oink oink)
They get messy in the green forest (Oink oink oink oink)
They rush around, having fun (Oink oink oink)
 
Free pigs oink the best (Oink)
I the North, South, East, and West (North, South, East, and West)
They live so and have such nice homes (Oink oink oink oink)
In the the nice, green tuft of the forest (Oink oink oink)
 
Free pigs are strong and proud
We can all feel that
Although freedom has its price
It doesn't scare a brave pig!
A brave pig! (Brave pig!)
 
So give a grunt! (Oink oink oink oink)
Yeah, give a grunt! (Oink oink oink oink)
Your freedom has now begun! (Oink oink oink oink)
We fight our way out in a big crowd! (Oink oink oink oink)
Big crowd, pig gallop!
Big crowd, pig gallop!
 
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Scar

Many times I've wanted to put an end
To the inpenetrable darkness that is my life
To this lake of blood and tears that is my wounded existence
 
Many times I've seen the shadow of this rope,
On the walls of my grey and overwhelming remorse
Inviting me to its macabre dance
That would free me from the choppy sea of my madness
 
My wounds bleed anew
Leading me into the limbo of the past
Violently attacking my heart
Throwing its venom into the deepest of its dungeons
 
However, I can never resist
Seeing your gracious deformed face
You, a monster of a thousand cruel forms
Who men name and fear, eternal misery
 
Kille me, kill me, I beg you
Tear my nauseating and mouldy flesh
Torture my head, impose your pain
Until death dries my tears
 
Carry my vulnerability to agony
Enchain hatred and contempt to my martyrdom
Consume my essence, drive it to the pangs of my worry
Drag my heart to the gallows and drape me in solitude
 
Let me contemplate the cold marble of my tomb
Abandon me in the stream infectected by profound bitterness
Take me forever into the limbo of saving extinction
In Gehenna 1 and the sinister processions
 
Scar, put down your veil on my disgusted heart
Bring it not horror but beauty
Offer it such beauty that death will strike any who dare to contemplate it
 

• 1. From Wikipedia: Gehenna is a place named after the Valley of Hinnom outside Jerusalem, which was constantly filled with the waste of the city, which was then burnt. Heinous deeds are also associated with this valley, as during the time when Jerusalem was ruled by non-Jews (referred to in scriptures simply as 'pagans') child sacrifice was practiced there.

A song

What's a song? I don't understand...
It's sounds and some words
And why do they touch me so much?
And what, what happens to me
When I hear these sounds and these words?
And maybe these words are actually in a different language
And sung by a stranger...
 
You don't trust words
I hate them too
I've never said I loved you
But I try to make you feel it somehow
I should have been a wiser kind
Still hope to hold you in my arms tonight
I want to take you home now
I'll take you home tonight
 
Why does everything change
Every time I hear this song?
Clouds fleet a little bit slow,
Both cars and people move in a city fine and meaningfully
And city lights... and everything is so wonderful...
And what happens inside me?
Because I don't get merrier
Or sicker instead,
I just simply feel my life keener...
I feel my strange life keenly
With these sounds and with this voice...
 
You don't trust words
I hate them too
I've never said I loved you
But I try to make you feel it somehow
I should have been a wiser kind
Still hope to hold you in my arms tonight
I want to take you home now
I'll take you home tonight
 
It just simply seems to me that
If I like this song so much,
Then this song is about me,
It's my song
About my life
Though it's performed by a person
Who doesn't know me and will never know that I actually exist
But this song is about me
And something happens to me...
 
We don't trust words, there's nothing new,
I've never said I loved you
But i try to make you feel it somehow
I should have been a wiser kind
Still hope to hold you in my arms tonight
I want to take you home now
 

Greys of winter

The landscape is still out
like we've seen it
one and thousand and once
always through
never close
as far as we wished to stay
always doubting
if the night kicks out the day
to not see its fright
to calm its crying
in the dark.
 
Walk and already made way
the greys of winter
dye your soul
through the same landscape
always through, one and thousand
and once
 
The melody keeps sounding
you've already heard it
one and thousand and once
it was never ours,
always so foreign
always through.
 
The greys of winter are witnesses
to remind you again
that you're still alive, that you're still alive
one and thousand and once
 
one and thousand and once
 

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For the First Time, Christmas Will Be Grey

For the first time, Christmas will be grey
Because you left me without even sayingg goodbye
Love is no longer between us
And me, I'm looking to kill the silence, to fill your absence
 
I am so sad thinking that Christmas is coming
And me, I'll cry watching the green
 
For the first time, Christmas will be grey
And I'm staying alone with my thoughts
I see children having fun
And me, I really want to relive my childhood, to always have confidence
 
I used to dream of white Christmases by your side
I will be alone in front of the lit up
Because far from you, my love, my Christmas will be so heavy
 
Yes, I used to dream of Christmas by your side
I will be alone in front of the lit up
 
Come back to me, my love, I really need your embrace
Without you, Christmas will e grey
 
For the first time...
 

Grey evening

Grey evening
a complain covers the sky
your woman smile
the distance of your body
 
Grey evening
whores and skinny guys pass
the sound of the wind pass
the distance of your body
 
Empty plaza
just dry trees
some old children
still dare to play
 
Empty plaza
just dry trees
some new birds
still dare to play
 
And in the stairways
where we're so close
nobody will find us
No, no, no, no, no, no
 

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At the dawn

No, no, I already know, I know that my youth is over.
Now I can only remember. And I remember:
Then and there, in my youth, I felt happy,
I thought the opposite, that it's complicated:
I don't understand, can't hear me.
But now something I know, that there and then was happiness...
And then I nothing not knew, but I so just wanted to,
As I was waiting for then something.
But I thought I heard my name...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
What was I waiting for?
I was expecting amazing destiny, a unique life,
As I wanted to all feel, all try,
And as soon as possible...
I could go on the streets, reflected in the Windows,
And could much hope that I will love, that are waiting for me.
And I could till the morning is sweet to think and thrill to feel,
Now, this morning, soon, soon...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
And there, in my youth, when I looked at the morning fog over the river,
Or returned home, in the morning, on still sleeping city,
I always thought, or rather, I was sure,
That name is me, exactly me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
At the dawn of voices calling me...
 

In This Dark Afternoon

How badly I want to cry
In this dark afternoon!
As it falls and trickles down
The rain speaks about you...
 
It's the remorse of knowing
That because of my actions, I shall never
Ever see you again.
 
My eyes, as they close,
Can see you as you were yesterday:
Trembling as you implored,
Once again, for my love...
And today your voice bleeds in me,
In this dark afternoon!
 
Come -you'd sorrowfully say-
Because my soul
Cannot endure this loneliness anymore...
 
Come and take pity on my pain!
For I am tired of crying over you,
Suffering and waiting for you
And being always alone
With my heart...
 
Come, for I love you so very much
That, if you don't come back today
I will end up drowning in my own tears...
No! I cannot live like this
With this love stuck within me
Like a curse...!
 
I didn't know how to appreciate
The depth of your desperation
And, cheerful, I went away
Looking for a brand new love...
 
How aggrieved and lonely I felt
When I saw that you were so far away
And I understood the gravity of my mistake!
 
My eyes, as they close,
Can see you as you were yesterday:
Trembling as you implored,
Once again, for my love...
And today your voice bleeds in me,
In this dark afternoon!
 
Come -you'd sorrowfully say-
Because my soul
Cannot endure this loneliness anymore...
 
Come and take pity on my pain!
For I am tired of crying over you,
Suffering and waiting for you
And being always alone
With my heart...
 
Come, for I love you so very much
That, if you don't come back today
I will end up drowning in my own tears...
No! I cannot live like this
With this love stuck within me
Like a curse...!
 

I was drunk with his kisses

This young man had no clue about kisses
They said 'Son, time for a change'
He found a blonde and kissed her
and he did it again right away.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
He said 'Would you please listen to me, darling?
Here is my hand, I'll be the best husband ever'
He pleaded his cause with his soul and life
so in the end she said yes.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
He wanted to get married and have twelve children,
but the next day, as he came back from the fields
a green eyed brunette happened to walk by,
so he said 'will you marry me?'
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
As he set forth for the wedding on his brown horse
he met a redhead girl on his way
Her skin was fresh and her nose snubbed
so he followed her without a glance back.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
And time went by and he grew old
and the poor guy has no hair left now.
Still I know a lady who persist in loving him,
so, one day, he'll come back home.
 
'Cause oh Lord, he was drunk with her kisses
My God! Mmmm he was drunk with her kisses
 
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Grey Fox

How many ill-fated nights of lusting after
your sweet delusions of woman,
like the roses from a crazed orgy
you pulled off their petals in the cabaret.
And after the farce of fake love
and walking away from Armenonville,
it was the bitter cold of your soul
that you warmed up with your grey fox.
 
By feigning loud, joyful laughter
before the fleeting gold of the champagne,
You suppressed inside your chest
a relentless desire to weep.
And upon thinking, between a kiss and a tango,
of your humble, happy past
you hid the hallowed tears
in the folds of your grey fox.
 
It is from the anguish of your story
that your garment hangs so heavy.
She kept your sacred tears,
she wrapped up your cold spirit.
And when she arrives on a near-future day
to your pains the long-awaited end,
the whole story of your miserable life
will remain inside the grey fox.
 

Gray

India: I have an open hope without a button
and a puppet inside a drawer.
I have a meeting, a dream and a farewell.
 
Prince: I have a blank notebook and a smudge
and a greater melody, a sol menor.
I have a summer that waits fot you every day.
 
India: Who has a heart
to paint of love,
that mine has only one color.
 
India and Prince: And it's gray for you
of so much love was wearing away.
And I, and I here
stop in this wait, maybe I lost count.
And it's gray for you.
of gray I draw my illusion in a stroke.
And I, and I here
painting a picture of gray.
 
India: I have a radiant sun that does not give heat,
sheets and an alarm clock.
I have your shadow wandering in my hallway.
 
Prince: Who has a heart
to paint of love,
that mine has only one color.
 
India and Prince: And it's gray for you
of so much love was wearing away.
And I and I here
stop in this wait, maybe I lost count.
And it's gray for you.
of gray I draw my illusion in a stroke.
And I and I here
painting a picture of gray.
 
Prince: I have an open cardboard surprise,
a new doubt inside the trunk.
India: I have a story, a dog
which is called balu.
I have a medium beer, without alcohol,
a fantasy that this time is going to be that not.
Prince: I have a winter that calms me down
and that it cools me.
 
India: Who has a heart
to paint of love,
that mine has only this color.
 
Prince: I have a radiant sun that does not heat,
sheets, an alarm clock.
India: I have your shadow wandering in the hallway.
Gray.