intro (rainy day offbeat)  up
hear me stomp my feet to the rhythm of the rainy day i’m not making a move to work i’ll keep my nose away
from the revenge of the weather man i’m staying inside, pick up my dusty sampler and cut it lo-fi
scooping it looping it distorted and delayed SU-200 is coughing on the beat that i played
it’s snapping and buzzing just the way i like it Yamaha’s growling at my beat and i think soon will bite it
i think we do need a little bit of strings some eastern flavour maybe even something that swings
to my offbeat beautifully humming bass line i’ll go for second-hand wax five corner’s should be fine
i grab my raincoat and i hop on a train sit down next to an old lady try to maintain
and keep up the inspiration put my headphones on i’ve got an old mix tape with a Dubbing Mixers song
their down to earth spacy beats take me to a place where i’ve never been before i find myself amazed
by how time flies i’m already back home feeling light as a feather though soaked to the bone
i relax and get some dry clothes on once again start to spend time with the analogue gear
that i’ve got there laying on the table i switch on the power and plug in the cables
start doing what i do let my consciousness flow release it on wax i’m displaying my soul
waiting for a sunny day to boost up my mood my rainy day offbeat will exist for good.
mama ain’t happy up
with my roots grounded deep i walk on the street where my ancestors always been i will always be
a stranger to the world including my family will they ever even meet me the half way
other side of the street another path way it’s my little run away mama’s little boy’s walkabout
and talk about himself to himself and now he’s wailing his eyes out with the traffic lights out
mama ain’t happy with the things i’ve done she says i’m irresponsible she says i’m too young
i know she did all she could for me sorry to let you down i must break free
“it’s a bit of a take-off” i suppose so they say sceptical narrow eyed reckon the boy’s lost his way
free minds go “yo this is natural hey” some of the captured ones may see it as the time goes by
it won’t fly he knows and never expected it to being easy mission having something to do
with the spiritual explaining it to the rational trying to think global instead of keeping it national
one day they’ll let me be one day they’ll let me walk around the world twice towards directions that they might
not go to for making life much easier in other words more boring say the adventurous
sad and dangerous to the mind is to sit down stay home scrutinizing analyzing the lives of others
who discovers gets to see life like lovers and that is something that i recommend
snow white up
dream factory out there to get you know yourself better standardizing not equalizing providing no matter
of fact information about the current state of war usually blurred and biased making viewer a fatal whore
like the Olympic games back in 1936 Berlin was not about the sports it was all about the pics
sent out to the world in provocative tones today the game is the same they wanna nest in your bones
snow white little cloud and now you’re up in the haze opium and crack he’s been watching them blaze for days
for pure societal pressure and the blue of life providing nothing little kids sniffing glue
that’s how your brain goes all liquid and passive enough to make you forget about the theft massive
your country ain’t one of those to invest on not expecting none of that international attention
you’ve sold your five daughters to a molester now they get laid for money by tourists from the western
part of the world turning brother against brother blind-folded in the dark it’s rather hard to discover
filth’s been spread over your family and culture you haven’t got a thing to eat watching the vulture
peck what there’s left on the corpses the eagle’s got human face sickening metamorphosis
tollo up
intuition is the only way professional liars get caught fooling and fooling what they know best was best taught
by phenomena and individuals around them now false is in fashion you wanna be good? pull a bluff then
tell me lies tell me huge filthy lies mendacious muggers of truth verbally blur my eyes
switch it on listen up now log on and browse my senses are distorted now i’m like a lab mouse
they cut a wound deep in me and now they’re spreading silky balm all over my scabbed tissue
a miracle recovery done
you care for the roots of your endangered species i was there for a while and i got torn into pieces
still i roam this time my inside out soaked to the bone this time whispering it loud
with my scars on top of me part of humanity as i sensitize myself almost intentionally
pressure waves up
i me myself on a walk with the princess my bullet proof vest her stained dress
we’ve been digging a grave for our families we’ve been hearing the bullets go bow bow bow bow
“your life is in danger for as long as you live” someone screams
and another one goes i love you babe sickening sickening my ribs are kicked in by
just another motherfucker walking down the war street with no other option but kill
drill the brain out for science and thrills
pressure waves stroke now he’s gone he stepped on a mine
his people wept for a while and now they’re silent
bombs go off and the villagers’ apathy arises rapidly and suddenly
my princess she gets shot in the forehead one more dead i think and i keep walking
i’ve been stalking in mud crawling walking about without meditation fear clawing
my back aching neck breaking thick is the fog and the smoke and the lies
cold sweat fucking it up pulse about 150 not one person knows either mercy or pity
easily trampled on it’s a sand pit city
the pesticide that made your brother blind was sold to your father by a motherless child
an animal wild always acknowledging that by widening the gap he goes pockets full
beautiful he tells himself another bug down another mug down a shut down agrarian community
easy to fool cos they believe in unity and that doesn’t really fit in hostile capitalism
slimy lizard expensive suit cheap isms promising to take a way the demons and the wizards
third world is now reaping on that vitamin P for poison pesticide west do it wisely
tv up
tänään en katsellut juurikaan tv:tä sieltä tuli vaan jotain muovii sitä pvc:tä
ja jotain tahmeeta pinkkiä purukumia ja sitä rasvasempaa väkivaltateatteria
tulee sellanen olo et kattooks tätä joku tosissaan paksun lasin tuolla puolen on uusi maailma
tosi ihmeellinen siel on kaikki mahdollista oma elämä kun ei oo sillei tähdellistä
ja just se sama loota ruokkii tätä ajattelutapaa “mulle ei koskaan tapahdu mitään” ja sitä rataa
ei kai nyt vittu jos sä vertaat terminaattoriin tai tirkistelet jotain “outoo” hermafrodiittii
jengi ei löydä arkipäivästänsä hyviä juttuja vaan keittelee toisilleen jotain extreme huttuja
joita ne on oppinut idioottilaatikolta, joka yksin kököttää nurkassa ja puhuu sontaa
reality tv is not reality tv snap shot for a day telling one how to feel
100% a hundred and ten, twenty i’ve experienced it all wanna get done plenty
kerran oli yks kavereiden kokoontuminen johon menin huomasin et jengin oleminen
perustu siihen et ne tuijotti isoo lasisilmää anto lähetetyn ohjelman pitää niitä tyhminä
siitä tuli jotenkin sellanen absurdi olo kun vähän saatoin kritisoida “tosi noloo”
ne sano ja kysy kenelle sä yrität vittuilla mä sanoin en teille mutta kuinka voitte kattella
kun jotkut sinkut hengailee steriilissä talossa ei pääse sieltä ulos talo on täynnä kameroita
ja ne orjat menee sinne rahapotin perässä ja käyttäytyy kun psykopaatit se ei mua ihmetytä
oon lukenut Ykä Orwellin Kasinelosen sama fiilis on parissakin ohjelmassa nelosen
kun isoveli tsiigaa jokaista liikettä ja jengi nauttien katsoo toisen järkkynyttä psyykettä
where did you learn that punch line from? is it from a film or did you happen to see it on
the tv the telly the television? whatever you choose may be a bad decision
fat lip and that shit and what with hollywood looks and attitude to fuck with
the section of culture and values a blank page ignorance boredom and blind rage
informaatiomylly mun pientä sieluani heittelee tökkii pienii haavoja sitten jäljet peittelee
mun sarveiskalvolleni rikkihappoa sumuttelee sitten suloisilla balsameilla mut voitelee
mä jään täysin irralleen kaikesta ja pyydän lisää katson hämilläni ympärilleni en tiedä missä olen
juuret on poikki mitä mä täällä teen mun askeleet on virtuaalihiekasta kadonneet
avaan telkkarin ja sanon “nähdään nyt mä meen”
pass the blues on up
i’m home alone and i pick along to some old blues records that i put on
Howlin Wolf, Sonny Boy and Blind Willie Johnson sing about the way they ramble on
they take me to times and places across the universe with a wide range of feelings from death to birth
and beyond i love the way they get spiritual afro-american voodoo blues ritual
slide bar singing the delta original hands of steel and a heart and a soul and all
12 bars and the stories traditional
can you hear the blues call?
how does that make you feel?
can my blues ever be real?
from mama to the baby
from wax to the soul
from papa to the son
you gotta pass the blues on
i’m by myself now walking in a forest and i know about the people sleeping by the metro station
they have alcohol and sedatives for breakfast and get together at the market square
those cats they sure know about misery
could they pick up a busted guitar just like me?
there’d be hundreds and hundreds of stories from the street
seen by a pair of drunken eyes taste in their mouth ain’t sweet
it’s bitter like the combination of brew and cheap wine and their voices boy they ain’t bright like mine
but neither was Robert’s, Muddy’s nor Mississippi John’s yo maybe i should go hang around shopping malls
and give away my guitars to the drunken poets and channel my energy to pop
generation skit up
well i can see my grandfather removing his cap when he hears i’m trying to close the generation gap
as i reach out to the roots of my family tree same blood circulates in him, my dad, my son and me
the pulse and the harmony the way that we laugh are present in our lives ‘til the day that we pass
after which remembered in the hearts of our loved ones echoes of a male giggle and the songs we sung once
the way that he hummed and the way that he sung boy he bought the lap steel for generations to come
he made the church organ wail his granduncles played violins in local weddings i remember he inhaled
his cigarillos in a real country man style every time he saw his grandchildren boy did he smile
he planted a seed in his very own way he was a stubborn man it was cancer that took him away
beauty ideal up
beauty ideal sounds like my kinda job i’d like to be a part of that celebrity mob
doesn’t matter how i get there as long as i will no money in the world can afford the bill
it’s fashionable being fashionable rotten rotten rot i saw a fashionable lady she was very hot
she had a smile in her hips as she moved and a swing on her lips as she fooled me to fool her
she looked at me through her pink sunglasses a smile delicate enough to melt the masses
she’s a fascist brings you the cheque wants you to cash it stash it or soon she’ll be all over you
tight is the skirtie foxy the birdie sexy the girlie toxic and dirty is her appearance flirtie
two attention seeking girls wannabe bis kissing each other wanna be seen by the guys
all staring at them thick spit dribbling “man i seen that before on that sick flick a thing”
the colours of which are pink, sharp and dreamlike “they offer me my fantasies or could it be real life”
then afterwards he goes home asking “what’s the deal wife, how come you don’t wanna do
the stuff that i feel like?
you see i’m a white man with a beer belly i like watching big boobs on telly
i buy what i’m sold i do what i’m told” and swallow their bait voluntarily “whaddaya mean?”
spotlight is blinking violently and i’m thinking silently should i follow the instructions or defy them quietly
the foul style is to keep up with the capital train if you don’t go with the flow then you don’t gamble the game
you ramble the same as the man who is dazzled by pain the smack in his vein made him god
now it’s made him a slave
to a state of craze it only took a couple of days and now he’s down on his knees and everyone can see him crawl
“and now i’m down on my knees and everyone can see me crawl”
beauty ideal sounds like my kinda job i’d like to be a part of that celebrity mob
doesn’t matter how i get there as long as i will there’ll be a day when they all see i’m for real
laptop up
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