1. |
Men Will Fly
03:09
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MEN WILL FLY
(Lyrics by Gojo)
As soon as I push for mission control
Strapped in my seat on a nightly patrol
Missile check, all hands on deck, all systems go,
Engines peak – no overheat
Cool - with nitrous flow
Seas will part and mountains move
Skies will split as I come through
Flying clean in a pocket of silence
Supersonic guarantee to face the ultimate violence – ultimate violence
Men will fly – we got no reason other
Blessed with high octane – we’d die, one day or another
First co-pilot, second to none
Let me speak to high command
Bring it in, it’s crash not land
Air defense protocol – battle stations sound the call
You’re gonna fall
Men will fly – we got no reason other
Blessed with high octane – we’d die, one day or another
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2. |
Croatian Girl
03:17
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CROATIAN GIRL
(Lyrics by Gojo)
Oh you’re driving me insane – your madness comes in pairs
Not the kind of woman with a sword
Walk the streets - but you can hardly talk
She’s a beauty, she’s a beast - I don't matter in the least
Oh I think I found myself a Croatian girl
I’m a little man – but they keep me well-informed
About politics, economy and so on
The system, the police – they’re just across the street
Whatever they may know it’s gonna make me bleed
Oh I better find me a Croatian girl
‘Cause once you’ve got it – there’s no going back
Thoughts sharp as needles enter your mind
A lower state – enticed to hate
I think it’s time I find me – a Croatian girl
Oh, a Croatian girl!
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3. |
Might Be Getting Gay
02:53
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MIGHT BE GETTING GAY
(Lyrics by Teo)
Wait! I just might like those shoes
What if I try to take them from you?
Can you show me your war medals?
Lift your hair – oh you smell like pebbles!
Seems kinda silly – all the people singing
Must be one crazy Willy
Hello pretty kitty – all the people whistlin’
It’s getting kinda freaky
Blast! What if you choked on a peanut
That would sure be game over for you
Now you’re pale – what does it all mean?
Just ask me – I swear to tell you the truth
Seems kinda silly – all the people singing
Must be one crazy Willy
Hello pretty kitty – all the people whistlin’
It’s getting kinda freaky
Send me – a purple fish to talk with me – in the sky
Find me – the smallest fly – to sing with me – never die - oh yeah!
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4. |
Jobless Internationale
03:14
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JOBLESS INTERNATIONALE
(Lyrics by Teo, Gojo)
If your mind is working – and your hands do too
Still there ain’t room for you – Come to jobless international
It ain’t enough you see – It’s the economy – doesn’t agree
No use in hope – cause in the end you’ll go broke
Bring your wallets all mustn’ts and do’s
Dance to the ballets it’s all shoes and booze as
It’s the jobless international
Downsizing layoffs - meet the redundancy payoff
you just might see me around - standing my ground
Day to day, getting by - Life without money, might as well die
Bucket and broom, there's food in my room
Bring your wallets all mustn’ts and do’s
Dance to the ballets it’s all shoes and booze as
It’s the jobless international
Hard work, dirty work, any work (whatsoever)
Jobless spineless breathless mindless
Doorman, chauffeur, a real sweet boot boy
Jobless heartless out of my mind
Workless bootless it's how it is
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5. |
A Dinner With Fascists
04:55
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A DINNER WITH FASCISTS
(Lyrics by Gojo)
I went downtown – to have, dinner with fascists
Must've been out of my mind – unlike them, I knew where to find it
As soon as we started and they cut their own meat
Heard one of them say: “Oh it’s such a sweet treat”
What this dinner really needs is a little – gun talk
So let’s spice it up – you take mine and I’ll hold yours
He who shoots first – gets to go home
God is great god is good
Let us thank him for this food
We can’t handle the idea of killing god’s creatures
But we could sure have some
And if I don’t see red – it’s not there
This morning I had me a breakfast with fascists
To try and talk things over
But they kept their guns cocked – their barrels were loaded
Silver bullets for kill – testosterone molded
God is great god is good
Let us thank him for this food
We can’t handle the idea of killing god’s creatures
But we could sure have some
And if I don’t see red – it’s not there
God is great, god is good – Let us thank him for this food
I just have to attend - you know one has to eat
But I won’t do a banquet I won’t stay for a feast
God is great, god is good – Let us thank him for this food
God is great, god is good – Let us thank him for this food
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SONS TO LORD DEPRAVITY: a/ ALTAR BOY b/ BROKEN BONER
(Lyrics by Gojo, Teo)
a/
Poncy Petey – came off a bit to sweety
Too too sweet a toy – far too sweet to pass
Altar boy – sing the congregation
Altar boy – with a broken boner
“This is between God, me and you”
In this universe of sacred creation
Altar boy – with a broken boner
Altar boy – sing the congregation
b/
Black whores of Satan laugh with the devil
Christ the savior, his power reach not these walls
Great mountain, palace towering the sky
Built to hold what breeds inside
Wet dreams echo his halls
Aphrodisiac of power for all who call him sire
First law of the universal tale
The strong, the weak, and those left too sleek
All together make fiery feasts
The séance ends just before the dawn
Slaves no more - the pleasure is divine
Feet and arms with necks and tears entwine
The altar of stone holds no bones
Of those ready to die, not atone
Altar boy – sing the congregation
The edge is no place to play
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7. |
Caveman Bob
03:26
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CAVEMAN BOB
(Lyrics by Gojo)
I love commercial breaks – DSL formula one
Sucke Sucke five dollar #nothappy
Don’t like computers, don’t use a phone
Dismissed as a caveman – been left all on my own
Still plastic clouds roam the pre-setup skies
Don’t think that you’re free, don’t ask me why
I am the caveman!
Just call me Bob
Don’t think any answers – don’t think about hows
Hip about time though not about when
Don’t ask any question – I’ll go back to my den
Bottom feed I work the grid – gotta make a livin’
Mopping floors, selling fables
Never jump the queue, never step out of line
I am the caveman!
Just call me Bob
Ain’t got a TV, don’t have a plan
Don’t know a woman – I do it by hand
Whatever I do – I’ll be pickin’ up dimes
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8. |
A Song For Toto
04:56
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A SONG FOR TOTO
(Lyrics by Teo, Gojo)
Promised freedoms of our choice
Those that dwell only air
Loan some money in fact let them loan you
Cravings in the night
The holes torn in the sky below
Moments blinked from Eden’s grove
Time is an Illusion and life is but an art
Wisemen said let it be
Travel light and breathe free, let it be
Our eyes are only set to see
Waters dig to the inside - they can’t but continue
Their stream of flowing - their stream of flowing
Come now, let’s join together
A song will pass but smiles will stay
Night clear the way, come light of day!
One message shake hands
Come together, sing away
A song for Toto is a song for everyone anyway
A song is the blue sky, clear day
A mountain, clear pasture, pine tree and he’s there
Be good people, don’t hesitate to say:
Give to another, you'll give back to yourself
A smile in the morning will go a long way
If a candle burns out another one's lit - someplace, somewhere
This means love, this means love
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10. |
Law Dog
02:18
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LAW DOG
(Lyrics by Gojo)
Who's he?
Out of the blue
Dog-tagged, he's looking for you
Uniform means "protect the free"!
He doesn't serve, he's not equal
Law dog – law dog – law dog - law dog
Beware of the hard on
A real human-like beetle
Push and shove, not a nice (social cripple)
Rich man Tomo drove his car (killed four people)
Law dog – law dog – law dog – law dog
Blindly follow what's been said
(while good money makes good judge's bed)
Steal bank's money – get twelve long years
While they're stuck – axe in honey – selling you fears
Law dog – law dog – law dog
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11. |
Death, A Word Of Warning
03:42
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DEATH, A WORD OF WARNING
(Lyrics by Teo)
God-blessed sails they flood the seas - flaming, sick desires
New beginnings, fresh clean slates – destined to bring fires
Stars all align at their feet – silver cannon meet and greet
Death is a word of warning
Belly aching, mouths are dry – much different from a dream
Civil rights and who made who and you – 'll be playing for our team
Death is a word of warning
death death death death death
Death, death, death is a word of warning
Lord's word read in gold-plate gloves - enjoy fiery water depravity
You'll eat glass for dinner, it's free – a dirt fish bowl conformity
Death is a word of warning
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12. |
Die, Commie Bastard!
03:21
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DIE, COMMIE BASTARD!
(Lyrics by Gojo, Teo)
Die, die, die, die, die – 'cause of my lie
Die, die, die, die, die – there's bigger fish to fry
Die, die, die, die, die – it got caught in my fly
Die, die, die, die, die - in a bloody shepher's pie
Die you commie bastard – I think you had it comin'
I'm the evil lord-slave-master – my grip will squeeze you faster
Vietnam after Korea - Iran and also Cuba
So much chaos to create – got work in Venezuela
Die, die, die...
Me and hellfire demon – bonded by our own mother
The US of A - bestower of our freedom
In service of Satan – with a mouthful of God
A gold-tipped eagle – breaking from the skies
Die, die, die, die die you commie bastard – I think you had it comin'
It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood
If you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself
Until they become conscious they will never rebel and until they rebelled they cannot become conscious
We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness
(Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four)
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13. |
Youth Culture
02:46
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YOUTH CULTURE
(Lyrics by Gojo)
Everyone is an American nowadays
But the dream is made in China
Say "stop this carbon madness“
Yet we all take part in great line-ups
Black Friday shopper, human chimps of our time
We eat away tomorrow
Still can't tell a lemon from a lime
Being like everyone else – an awful lot of bore
Youth culture, youth culture
To all minds online – define imperialism
"We are the good guys, the rest is what we say“
Freedom is what freedom gives - or what it lets you buy
Youth culture, youth culture
A triple W addiction
Can't tell what's real life, what's fiction
Getmoney.com and free $.net
What can you expect – you're the fish and bait
You prove it with every new day
Youth culture, youth culture
What can you expect – you're the fish and bait
What else can you expect
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BALTHAZAAR V, THE DREAMING MACHINE
(Lyrics by Gojo)
Earthquakes boiling underneath our feet for centuries
(Great) waves echo their message to distant shores
If you go through the desert to find sacks filled with gold
Then stop by old Stanton's grave, see for yourself,
There ain't nothing there
For those left in the cities slow pain will act as poetry
Old men jerking cocks, adolescent brides with promiscuous eyes
Cream cheese in deep freeze, caskets ripen with venereal disease
Whip the cream, whip the silence of the newborn's skin
Or gently brush the hairs of a horse
Marry in the church of concrete eternity,
Say yes and after a few days file for a no
To them city clerks, the unicorn champions, medals, rewards
Small mind brews it's tea from bones
Mixed to dust with teeth and stones
With teeth and stones
Last night I spoke to the spirit of the great bear
He told me how the wolves came down from the mountains
Their feet were wrapped in sheep's wool
And I thought, paper napkins, plastic plates with rich dishes
A cold desert or a peaked wine
Quench thy thirst in all but simple yearning, said he
Make the offer of the Earth and the sky
The soft tuning forks of God, whispers don't carry names
Fish catches mosquitoes, dragons eat men
Say yes, or say no, tangled in silk,
Threads of the truth you never will know
I command the dream, I am your dream...
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16. |
Diana Dreams
02:53
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DIANA DREAMS
(Lyrics by Teo)
Different and part of the same
Feeling known of love that came
Sweet's the sight, jumps over any wall
Hard to think of something else at all
Enveloped by a thought of time standing still
Takes my breath, breaks my every will
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Longhare Rijeka, Croatia
Quartet from Rijeka, Croatia that jams in the style of burnt old-school 70s rock, 80s and 90s flavoured music since 2010,
venturing into subgenres such as stoner, heavy metal and plain rock and roll.
Longhare are: Gojo(guitar), Teo(vocals), Dodo(drums),
Loris(bass).
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