Napacen Planet
Hjuston vi hev a problem
Sem hotu povedat z'e v enem prejs'njem komadu da me je s'torklja
spustila
na napac'en planet
ampak c'udno gor al dol zdej sem pac' tukaj in ko sem lac'en moram nekaj
pojest
poklic'em znano tvrdko "halo mines'tra" in z'e zajemam sapo da bi kaj
naroc'il
a iz slus'alke ven zapiha najprej topel zrak in nizek z'enski glas tako
spregovori
To je napac'en planet
Me nic' ne zanima c'e si falu s'tevilko tukaj vroc'a linija toplarna
d.o.o.
potem je zac'ela blebetat v slus'alko ampak nisem vec' poslus'al ker
prevroc'e je bilo
kabel se je razstopil slus'alka se je vnela in soba je bla vroc'a kot
pekoc'i feferon
od moc'ne vroc'ine mi je frizura zogljjenela in z glavo polno dima sem
se
vrgu c'ez balkoon
To je napac'en planet
Sem teku v gostilno na dve veliki pivi samo bolni moz'gani bojo vedli
zakaj
ko sem pris'u nazaj so bli tam z'e gasilci raje kot da bi gasili so
postavljali mlaj
frajerji se grejo gasilsko veselico a vroc'ina leze iz his'e z roz'o v
laseh
kaj zdaj poslus'as' pesem al gledas' televizjo z'e vidim da bom mogu
refren
ponovit
To je napac'en planet napac'en planeet
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Eg mun vaka yfir ter
Lifa ut I horn
Hvort tel eg nidur til min telji slippur og snaudur stend eg tar
Hvenaer sem er, hvert sem fer, hverning sem er
Hvort sem stendur eda felur mun eg gera tad sem tarf
Komast I hvarf, vopna tig, beygja mig, vikja tig, leyna mig
Finna minn stad, leida tennan tarf
Hvad eigum vid ad gera, efla tru and annan sid
Hvert einasta, seinasta rennur I lengra bil, svolitid mig
Sama er mer, hvort sem er
Hvort sem tad er eg eda tu sem fornar life, hver fer, bintu hnut
Skilur ad, skilurdu tad, tad skilur ad, allt annar madur, betri en I gaer, eg
vildi helst geta daelt ut ur mer? Elskad og saert, truir tu mer tykir tar gott
Finnst ter tad gott
Snuid tvi sem snyr ad mer, fundid mig her og vakad yfir ter
Svona sefur tu saett
Mun eg vaka yfir ter?
Tad er einskis virdi teim sem I haus ad stunda sakir um tad ad sert ekki ennta
komin lengra af stad
Eg skal ekki segja, eg skal ekki tala, eg vil ekki fara
Komdu frekar til min litla syn og vid skulum mala
I tetta skipti kemur salin Steini til ad segja tad sem skiptir mali, tviskipta
salin
Gripa skal fara
Mali sinu til ad sanna, tetta er tad sem eg vil sja, tetta er tad sem eg vil
hafa
Tileinkad ad eilifu, kjaftakleina ein ein er a teini, sama hvoru megin eg hvoru
megin sama sinnis
Rauda spjaldid gefid upp
Sama og to ad eg sa ad fara utaf, koma aftur upp
Guli kenni skoga, mina fjarlaegd, fjarskipti nalagt
Taktu numer, einn, tveir og trir
Hvad vil eg frekar tig
Til ad marka sognina, yfir um tognina
Talandi tungulaust, sjaanlegur, heyri roddina
Svona sefurdu saett
Mun eg vaka yfir ter?
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Strelovod
Ta dan sem z levo nogo vstal
to noc' sem res slabo spal
zjutraj ostal sem z'e spet brez z'iletk
mogoc'e s'e boljs'e, ker bi se porezal
za praznike itak jih dobil bom spet
do takrat si bom brado samo poc'esal
in ko enkrat gre vse po zlu s'e kripa zataji.
Kot, da sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba.
Ta dan bi blo boljs'e c'e nebi vstal
to noc' bi rajs'i v miru prespal
v sluz'bi me je glava bolela za vmret
in je s'efica pizdla zakaj sem zamudil
komaj sem nas'el en prosti sekret
sem moral kozlatda bi se prebudil
in ko enkrat gre vse po zlu me s'e dvojka c'aka doma.
Kot, da sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba.
Ta dan bi blo boljs'e c'e ne bi pil
to noc' bi rajs'i trezen ostal
bi se jezik ne za pletal, ne bi rdec'e ble oc'i
in bi draga razumela da sem z levo nogo vstal.
Jaz sem streloowod za vse pizdarije sveta
kot, da sem streloowod za vse zlobne strele neba
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Problems
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, cause youre all to clear
And I can see theres something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Dont come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
Thats a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You dont do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, youre working nine-to-five
Its too much fun of being alive
Im using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I aint death trip, but I aint automatic
You work for me, just stay ecstatic
Dont you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought youd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
Ill leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
Thay take you away and they throw away the key
They dont want you and they dont want me
You got a problem the problem is you
Problem, well, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, well you got a problem
Problem (x17)
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Skodljivec
Tez'ko priznat ampak jaz sem sebi najvec'ji sovraz'nik c'esarkoli se
lotim
naredim pizdarijo
kadarkoli vozim pijan naletim na policijo iskrena hvala vsem ki me
trpijo
C'udno slis'at ampak vsi me trpijo ker nobenmu ne s'kodim s tem ko
s'kodim
sebi zgubim vso
energijo c'e bi imel s'e energije bi samo s'e bolj zablodu s'e dobro da
s'kodljivci ne s'kodijo ko
spijo
Mali kje si dobu liziko kje si zgubu mamico vrni liziko nazaj mali solze
ne pomagajo v zapor te
vrz'emo vrni liziko nazaj (panika) mali kje si dobu liziko kje si zgubu
mamico vrni liziko nazaj
mali solze ne pomagajo v zapor te vrz'emo vrni liziko nazaj
Dokler bo modro nebo bomo plavali v njem in lovili ribice
dokler bo modro nebo bomo plavali v njem in lovili ribice
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Paw
Haw!
Ai've just obteened a pension for mai Paw.
And you should hev seen the people that were theah.
Re-ally, it was surpraising!
Maind, Ai am not criticaising,
But it was embarrassing, Ai do decleah.
Ai met the Snobson-Smythes and Toady-Browns, and many moah
Belonging to ouah set; and wondahed what they came theah foah.
And, of course, Ai didn't say a word of Paw.
Ai rather think they've nevah heard of Paw.
But Ai thought it well to mention
That Ai came to get the pension
For an aged person who had worked for Maw.
The Snobson-Smythes said, 'Fancy! That is just why we came dahn.'
But Ai've heard they hev a mothah hidden somewheah out of tahn.
Haw!
Ai do deserve some gratitude from Paw.
To think what Ai've gone thro' foah him to-day!
Mixing with the lowah classes-
And Ai never saw such masses
Of disreputable creatuahs, Ai must say.
Imposters, Ai've no doubt, if most of them were but unmasked.
And then, the most humiliating questions Ai was asked!
Yes, he forced me to admit it was foah Paw.
Asked me, brutally, if it was foah mai Paw.
Some low-bred official fellow,
Who conversed in quaite a bellow,
And he patronised me laike a high Bashaw.
And his questions, rudely personal, Ai hardly could enduah.
The Government should teach its people mannahs, Ai am suah!
Haw!
Ai'm glad we've got the pension foah Pooah Paw.
His maintenance has been - O, such a strain.
Ouah establishment's extensive
And exceedingly expensive,
As mai husband has remawked taime and again.
It's quaite a miracle how Ai contrive to dress at all.
He cut me dahn to twenty guineas for last Mayoral Ball!
And it's such a boah to hev to think of Paw
To hev a secret skeleton laike Paw.
Paw, you know, was once a diggah,
And he cuts no social figgah.
And his mannahs! O, they touch us on the raw.
Of course, we're very fond of him, and all thet sort of thing;
But we couldn't hev him - could we? - when theah's naice folk visiting.
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The Interloper
The Honourable TORYPHAT addressed the meeting: 'Hem!
(Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah Chairman, gentlemen. To stem
The tide of Socialism - rabid Socialism, sir
Which threatens to engulf us, hez - ah - always been - um - er
Hez always been ouah object in the past, and Ai may say,
We hev succeeded, somewhat, in - er - standing in the way.
We hev been firm, sir, in the past, and fought without - ah - feah
Foah the Empiah and the - ah - the uppah classes, sir. (Heah. heah.)
In ouah endeavahs to - um - ah - promote the public good
It hez always been - that is to say - been - ah - been understood.
Bai the people - bai the - um - ha - people, sir, of this - er - land
That we and the Empiah, so to speak, are hand in hand.
The British - er - authorities, at all times, hev been glad
To listen - ah - to any - er - suggestions thet we had.
We hev been the Empiah's mouthplece, in - ah - this benighted land,
And hitherto the Empiah was the - aw - best card in ouah hand.
The word 'Imperial' is, Ai maintain, sir, ouahs bai raight;
It hez been ouah battle-cry in the - ah - forefront of the faight.
And, hitherto, the pahs at Home weah quick to recognise
Ouah undoubted raight to use it in refuting Labah lies.
At Empiah celebrations we hev been the leading ones
In saluting the - aw - flag, sir, and distributing - ah - buns.
And all raight-thinking persons who - ah - who support ouah cause
Will agree that we alone - er - stand for 'Empiah.'.. (Loud applause.)
But now what do we faind, sir? Mistah Chairman, Ai'm dismayed!
It would seem that ouah - ah - trust in the - ah - pahs has been betrayed.
For they hev - aw - confided, with regard to woah and loans,
In this common Labah person named - ah - named - ah - FISAH. (Groans.)
They've actu'ly consulted him and - aw - and made a fuss;
They've told him - er - State secrets, sir, which they withhold from us !
Things that concern ouah Empiah, sir! Ai - (splutter) - Ai PROTEST!
They hev no raight to trust this PEARCE and FISHAH and the rest!
Who is he? Ai repeat, sir - ah - who is this fellow? (Jeers.)
He's gone to see the crowning of ouah gracious Soveriegn. (Cheers.)
But why, sir? Mistah Chairman, Ai repeat the question - Why?
He's gine in the ecapacity of - er - a Labah spy!
He's gone to worm out secrets, sir - State secrets, which he seeks
To use against ouah party, sir, when he returns. (Loud shrieks.)
He hopes to use his knowledge to upset our cherished schemes.
And oust us from ouah office as Empiah's champions! (Screams.)
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Leetle Lac Grenier
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone,
Right on de mountain top,
But cloud sweepin' by, will fin' tam to stop
No matter how quickly he want to go,
So he'll kiss leetle Grenier down below.
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone,
Up on de mountain high
But she never feel lonesome, 'cos for w'y?
So soon as de winter was gone away
De bird come again an' sing to her ev'ry day.
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone,
Back on de mountain dere,
But de pine tree an' spruce stan' ev'rywhere
Along by de shore, an' mak' her warm
For dey kip off de win' an' de winter storm.
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone,
No broder, no sister near,
But de swallow will fly, an' de beeg moose
deer
An' caribou too, will go long way
To drink de sweet water on Lac Grenier.
Leetle Lac Grenier, I see you now,
Onder de roof of spring
Ma canoe 's afloat, an' de robin sing,
De lily's beginnin' her summer dress,
An' trout 's wakin' up from hees long long res'.
Leetle Lac Grenier, I 'm happy now,
Out on de ole canoe,
For I 'm all alone, ma chere, wit' you,
An' if only a nice light rod I had
I 'd try dat fish near de lily pad!
Leetle Lac Grenier, O! let me go,
Don't spik no more,
For your voice is strong lak de rapid 's roar,
An' you know youse'f I 'm too far away,
For visit you now -leetle Lac Grenier!
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Sergio
Sergio iz trsta je bil dobro ohranjen dec'ko za svojih 60 let njegov
modri fiat jih je imel pol manj
a jih ni kazal vec' kot 10 z vranje c'rno lasuljo in sonc'nimi oc'ali je
v
temi zgledal kot james bond
edina omembe vredna stvar v njegovem z'ivljenju je bil en moc'en
karambol
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Za portoros'ko noc' je povleku iz predala veriz'ico in zlat brac'allet
poleg
ribe z'ensk in vina
si je hotu privos'c'it tudi lep ognjemet ko je s fiatom divjal je iz
auspuha pus'c'al meglo da so tudi
ptic'i mogli pristat a na ostrem nepreglednem ovinku se je zgodil tisti
usodni preobrat
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Je spustu gas in potegnu roc'no so gume zacvilile ga odneslo je boc'no
je
eno s'toparko vidu in jo
hotu pobrat je vrgu v brzino zac'el rikverc divjat nasproti je
pripeljala
uc'iteljca v oker
kalimerotu in vrgla ven oc'i 200 tonski s'leper za sergiotom je probal
nekaj bremzat ampak ni blo
kaj naredit
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
Poc'ilo je ravno v trenutku ko je v portoroz'u zac'el ognjemet oc'evidci
so
povedali da je mille-tre
letel vis'e od raket 4 mesece kasneje so mlladi biologi opazili
nenavaden
fenomen galeba s
sonc'nimi oc'ali nekaj c'rnega mu je viselo prek ramen
Sergio sergio sergio trz'as'ki james bond
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Redemption
Hahahahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
Once again! hahaha!
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch)
2 pac- yall cant kill me!
(goin out like that)
Hahahaha!
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
Open fire on you niggaz
(thug life bitch)
2 pac- yall cant kill me! hahahaha
(goin out like that)
Once again! hahaha!
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
2 pac- yall cant kill me!
Once again! hahaha!
Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background)
Once again! hahaha!
2 pac- yall cant kill me!
2 pac- yall cant kill me! hahahaha
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
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Old Spookses' Pass
I.
WE'D camped that night on Yaller Bull Flat,--
Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
Right smart at throwin' a lariat
Was them two fellers, as ever I see;
An' for ridin' a broncho, or argyin' squar
With the devil roll'd up in the hide of a mule,
Them two fellers that camp'd with me thar
Would hev made an' or'nary feller a fool.
II.
Fur argyfyin' in any way,
Thet hed to be argy'd with sinew an' bone,
I never see'd fellers could argy like them;
But just right har I will hev to own
Thet whar brains come in in the game of life,
They held the poorest keerds in the lot;
An' when hands was shown, some other chap
Rak'd in the hull of the blamed old pot!
III.
We was short of hands, the herd was large,
An' watch an' watch we divided the night;
We could hear the coyotes howl an' whine,
But the darned critters kept out of sight
Of the camp-fire blazin'; an' now an' then
Thar cum a rustle an' sort of rush--
A rattle a-sneakin' away from the blaze,
Thro' the rattlin', cracklin' grey sage bush.
IV.
We'd chanc'd that night on a pootyish lot,
With a tol'ble show of tall, sweet grass--
We was takin' Speredo's drove across
The Rockies, by way of "Old Spookses' Pass"--
An' a mite of a creek went crinklin' down,
Like a "pocket" bust in the rocks overhead,
Consid'able shrunk, by the summer drought,
To a silver streak in its gravelly bed.
V.
'Twas a fairish spot fur to camp a' night;
An' chipper I felt, tho' sort of skeer'd
That them two cowboys with only me,
Couldn't boss three thousand head of a herd.
I took the fust of the watch myself;
An' as the red sun down the mountains sprang,
I roll'd a fresh quid, an' got on the back
Of my peart leetle chunk of a tough mustang.
VI.
An' Possum Billy was sleepin' sound
Es only a cowboy knows how to sleep;
An' Tommy's snores would hev made a old
Buffalo bull feel kind o' cheap.
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Konec
Sez'gimo cel svet, c'e z'e moram umret, c'e z'e moram umret naj zgori
s'e vse
ostalo
Saj se bo s'e naprej vrtel pac' ne bo tako moder kot prej ker ga bo
prekril c'rn plevel
in c'e bi reaktivci delali osemke po nebu bi vesoljni moz'gani mislili
da
je krogla
od bilijarda in bi hitro konc'ali v tisti c'rni luknji v katero je padu
zadnji barvast planet
Sez'gimo cel svet zakaj bi se delali zakaj naj bi s'lo mimo kot da se ni
nic' zgodilo
Pomisli kaks'na s'koda nic' vec' velikih ljudskih pridobitev v kali
zatrte
blazno dobre ideje nic' vec'
hitrih avtov bles'c'ec'ih oblekic dis'ec'ih parfumov taks'nih da se je
psom iz
nosa ulila kri c'e so
hotli povohat kaj tako lepo dis'i nic' vec' nagradnih iger v pras'kih in
najleps'e manekenke ki se tudi
ko bruha smeji
Sez'gimo cel svet c'e z'e moram umret c'e z'e moram umret naj zgori s'e
vse
ostalo
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Wild Planet
Prolog:
This is the voice of the wild planet
Be prepared to leave your world behind
Soon were coming to take you with us
Dont be afraid of something you do not understand
Everything is organised perfectly
We guarantee freedom, peace and health for all eternity
(unreleased:) we fulfill all your hopes and dreams
Because only we have the power
To provide unlimited happiness
In our community youll find understanding, love and joy
And your struggle for survival will be over
You dont need to worry about the future anymore
(unreleased:) because there are no religious wars
We all believe in the principles of humanity
You are not the first human being
We brought to the wild planet
And you wont be the last
Because its our pleasure to make you people feel good
Just relax and leave the rest to us
See you soon
Wild, wild planet - here we come!
I hear voices calling me wherever I go
Is it in my fantasy I gotta make sure
Persecution mania is killing my brain
Everytime I think theyre gone, they call me again
Wont be long - we will come - with our song - soon well come
You dont need a ticket, your flight is free
Well pick you up - soon youre gonna see
Living on this planet is a privilege for you
You can be proud, thats all you gotta do
Wild, wild planet - here we come!
We will soon release you
You will live like we do
You have been selected
Welcome to wild planet
We follow you ... we follow
We follow you ... we follow
We follow ... we follow
It wont be long
We will come
Ba-da-ba-ba-bee-oh
It wont be long
We will come
Ba-da-ba-ba-bee-oh
Wild, wild planet - here we come
Wild, wild planet - here we come
The countdown is running
And the spaceships waiting
To take you to wild planet
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Swynya
Jaz sem z'ivc'na egocentric'na svinja
te zajebem na vsakem koraku
jaz sem z'ivc'na egocentric'na svinja
po svetlem in po mraku
in ni me sram priznat
da sem pretepel bogo starko
in ji ukradel 200 mark
Jaz sem z'ivc'na egocentric'na svinja
sem zloben da je grdo videt
c'e pos'teno ocenim zadevo
bi me moral kdo zapret
imam rad samo svojo mamo
in se pos'c'ijem na ostali svet
Svinja, svinja
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Tako Zaspan
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj zaspan kot moker vulkan
bolj zaspan kot mrzel katran
C'e bi me pekli na raz'nju se mi ne bi dalo dret
c'e bi me slac'li iz koz'e se mi ne bi dalo umret
c'e bi padel z aviona ne bi mogel letel
c'e bi me moc'no segreli se ni be hotel vnet
Jaz sem ...
C'e bi me bolel zob bi zaspal od bolec'ine
c'e bi me polili s kropom bi zaspal od vroc'ine
vedno ko mi je muka zaspim dokler ne mine
jaz bi rajs'i spal kot zobal rozine
Jaz sem ...
Niti inekcija kofeina mi ne more nic' naredit
rajs'i riskiram eno uko kot da bi se dal budit
ko zjutraj ura zvoni slis'im angele v glavi
ko potekajo spopadi spim v naravi
Jaz sem tako zaspan ...
bolj kot zariban kamion bolj kot zadavljen puran
Kdor spi zlo ne misli kdor je buden naj gre spat
ne spat za volanom c'e z'e spis' pa ne divjat
Jaz sem
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Mogoce Me Ni
Nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Nisem se uc'il exat enga litra vina da bi mogu zaklepat z'epe vsakih 5
minut
mislit na denar bolj kot na lastno veselje in gledat face zdolgoc'asenih
kurb
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni ...
Jaz sem s'e bolj neobstojen od molekule ozona in c'e spijem eno pivo paf
se spremenim v kaviar
vedno imam pri sebi lasuljo od fantoma tarzanov dez'nik in majhno opico
ki pazi na denar
nisem se uc'il metat na zobe da bi mogu drz'at v glavi tolko brezveznih
informacij
in tako lepo oblec'en se poc'utim kot pes v najlon vrec'ki s kanglico na
glavi
Zakaj bi vsaka budala mogla vedet kdo sem kaj si mislim in kaj delam tu
mogoc'e sem nor mogoc'e samo utrujen mogoc'e nevaren mogoc'e me niti ni
in to kar vidis' se ti samo zdi mogoc'e me ni in to kar vidis' se ti
samo
zdi mogoc'e me ni
song performed by Zmelkoow
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M'Sieu Smit
THE ADVENTURES OF AN ENGLISHMAN IN THE CANADIAN WOODS.
Wan morning de walkim boss say 'Damase,
I t'ink you're good man on canoe d'ecorce,
So I'll ax you go wit' your frien' Philéas
An' meet M'sieu' Smit' on Chenail W'ite Horse.
'He'll have I am sure de grosse baggage--
Mebbe some valise--mebbe six or t'ree--
But if she's too moche for de longue portage
'Poleon he will tak' 'em wit' mail buggee.'
W'en we reach Chenail, plaintee peep be dere,
An' wan frien' of me, call Placide Chretien,
'Splain all dat w'en he say man from Angleterre
Was spik heem de crowd on de 'Parisien.'
Fonny way dat Englishman he'll be dress,
Leetle pant my dear frien' jus' come on knee,
Wit' coat dat's no coat at all--only ves'
An' hat--de more stranger I never see!
Wall! dere he sit on de en' some log
An' swear heem in English purty loud
Den talk Français, w'ile hees chien boule dog
Go smellim an' smellim aroun' de crowd.
I spik im 'Bonjour, M'sieu' Smit', Bonjour,
I hope dat yourse'f and famille she's well?'
M'sieu Smit' he is also say 'Bonjour,'
An' call off hees dog dat's commence for smell.
I tell heem my name dat's Damase Labrie
I am come wit' Philéas for mak' de trip,
An' he say I'm de firs' man he never see
Spik English encore since he lef' de ship.
He is also ax it to me 'Damase,
De peep she don't seem understan' Français,
W'at's matter wit' dat?' An' I say 'Becos
You mak' too much talk on de Parisien.'
De groun she is pile wit' baggage--Sapré!
An' I see purty quick we got plaintee troub--
Two tronk, t'ree valise, four-five fusil,
An' w'at M'sieu Smit' he is call 'bat' tubbe.'
M'sieu Smit' he's tole me w'at for's dat t'ing,
An' it seem Englishman he don't feel correc'
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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Herbicidi
Jaz sem majhna roz'ica zraven travice z'ivim
listke imam zelene in prav lepo dis'im
najbolj sem vesela ko sonc'ek vzide
najbolj pa sovraz'im koso in herbicide
Sovraz'im herbicide
Herbicidi so strupeni in slabega okusa
barva ni pomembna vaz'na je vsebina
vsebina pa je taks'na kot da bi dal sol
in perje od kokos'i v en kozarec vina
in dodal s'e malo olja iz motorja
c'rnega kot je c'rno dno c'rnega morja
in c'e v to dodamo mleto kac'jo drobovino
to nikakor ni vec' isto dobro vino
ampak obic'ajen neuz'iten herbicid
Sovraz'im herbicide
Mi se samo drz'imo navodil
unic'iti vse kar vsebuje klorofil
roz'ice plevel za nas je oboje trava
s'li bomo naprej dokler svet ne bo pus'c'ava
Oragato gato gade
oragato gato gade
oragato gato gade kinaj
sigilaj gilaj gi geda
sigilaj gilaj gi geda
sigilaj gilaj gi geda kinaj
Jaz sem majhna roz'ica zraven travice z'ivim
listke imam zelene in prav lepo dis'im
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Happy Holi!
On Dol Poornima
When the dark night
Dispels itself
Into the silvery light
of the Full Moon's
Luminescence.
In those beams of
Its translucent
Whites
You'll see how the
Moon delights :)
In playing this Festival
of Colours
With the night's
Greys and blacks
of shadowy sights!
And then you'll realise
That the eternal moon
Has always loved its
Companion - The Night.
For them, every moonlit
Night is a game of love
Playing....Happy Holi!
(Dol means Holi in Bengali. Poornima means Full Moon. Dol Poornima implies the Full Moon Holi Night.)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Possum A Lay of New Chumland
SO YER trav’lin’ for yer pleasure while yer writin’ for the press?
An’ yer huntin’ arter “copy”?—well, I’ve heer’d o’ that. I guess
You are gorn ter write a story that is gorn ter be yer best,
’Bout the “blunders an’ advenchers ov a new chum in the west?”
An’ you would be very thankful an’ acknowledge any hint?
Well, I karn’t say as I hankers fur ter see my name in print;
But I know a little story an’ I’ll tell it out ov hand
If yer’ll put it down in writin’ that the swells kin understand—
(It’s a story ov a new chum, and—a story ov the land.)
He had lately kum from Ingland—you cud tell it by ’s cap—
Fur “kerlonial exper’ence” (an’ he got it, too, poor chap).
’Twas in town he met the squatter, an’ he asked, as if in fun,
“If the boss ’ud want a flunkey or a coachy on the run?”
Well, it riz the boss’s dander, an’ he jumps clean orf ’is ’oss—
“Now, me fresh, sweet-scented beauty, watyer giv’nus?” sez the boss;
“I hev met yer kidney often, an’ yer mighty fresh an’ free,
But yer needn’t think yer gorn ter come a-lardin’ over me!”
But the new chum sed that ’onest he was lookin’ for a job,
An’ in spite of his appearance he had blued ’is bottom bob.
An’ as beggars karn’t be choosers same as people wot are rich,
Said he’d go as stoo’rd or gard’ner, but he warn’t partickler which.
Well, the joker seemed in earnest, so the boss began ter cool,
An’ he only blanked the new chum for a thund’rin’ jumpt-up fool.
Then he sed, “Well, there’s the fencin’, if yer’ll tramp it up from Perth,
The boys ’ll find yer su’thin p’r’aps, an’ giv’ yer wat yer worth.”
Ov course the squatter never thort ter see ’im any more,
But he wa’n’t the kind ov new chum that the squatter tuk ’im for;
No, he wa’n’t the kind er cockeroach that on’y kums ter shirk,
That wants ter git the sugar, but is fri’tened ov the work;
For he sold ’is watch ’n’ jool’ry, ’n’ lardi-dardy suits,
Stuck a swag upon his shoulder, ’n’ ’is feet in blucher boots;
An’ I dunno how he did it, he was anythin’ but strong,
But he ’umped his bluey ninety mile an’ kum to Bunglelong.
He earnt ’is pound and tucker borin’ holes an’ runnin’ wire,
An’ he’d work from dawn to sunset, an’ he never seemed to tire;
But he must have suffered orful from the tucker an’ the heat,
An’ the everlastin’ trampin’ made ’im tender in the feet,
An’ he must hev thort ov England w’en the everlastin’ flies
Ware a-worrit, worrit, worrit, an’ a-knawin’ at ’is eyes;
An’ he used to swear like thunder w’en the yaller sergeant ants
Took a mornin’ stroll, promiscus, on the inside ov ’is pants.
He uster make ’is damper six or seven inches thick—
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poem by Henry Lawson
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The Big Problem....
There is this BIG PROBLEM
WE decided not to talk about it
We think that that problem must solve itself
Auto-resolution
So day and night the problem stays there
Like a drunkard in the room
Vomiting
To every nook of the house
The house
That smells like fucking
Shit
But that problem is never considered a problem
There is a room for it to stay
And it can stay
It cannot consume us
It has no mouth and so it has no teeth
It has no tongue it cannot say a word
It stays there like a piece of art
And we begin to appreciate it
Like a piece of rock
Unchanged in the middle of the living room
We eat lunch there
They prepare nice dinners
We drink red wine
We munch chocolates
And sweet berries
The problem stays but it cannot nag us
Because we can pretend
That it is a brother
That we cannot junk but only love
And keep as part of the
Company
There is still this problem
And it did not solve itself
We live by this problem and this problem lives with us
Symbiosis
And so now
What is the problem? Is this a problem after all these years?
It is not anymore
We have learned that it is not a problem anymore
We die soon
And it shall perhaps disappear
Shall it weep over our departure?
That is its problem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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