Category: Le blogorouni

Jumped off the plane and got some bills in a dark booth. To deal with the country, you’ll have to drink some real strong booze
Or feel from the inside – then there ain’t no time to lose
The first thing you do is you go to the museum, there you meet a man, he says wherever you are from
We are brothers you’re my friend, suspicion has to end, let me walk around with you, and now we’ll go where you want to

Tell the lambs from the lions, go to where you’re free from harm
Get away from the lights and tell me what is going on… I think someone is waiting for you

The next thing you do is you go down to the harbour, remember that here, it’s not as bad as in Jo’burg, now the boy what did he say?
He knows our nation so well for he’s once been to Marseille
You need kola nuts, he wants 5000 francs for them, it’s out of the question so now you need to bargain
Till he gets really upset. “I wanna take you to your hotel”, but it’s outrageous again, hop on a cheap city bus instead

You stand at the crossroads, wait for the taxi, it needs to be fixed and it’s everything but fancy
Here comes a school teacher: If you don’t believe me here is my picture and ID. Why don’t you come tomorrow? We’ll drink mint tea
Back to the capital, run through the market, I don’t want a necklace, nor do I want a carpet
But where’s what you promised? I think this time you missed, here papers don’t mean a thing, of course you can call the police

If it’s not the cornice it’s the door handle, if it’s not the handle it’s the bear or the viking and spiders, grimacing creatures
Take the train and go, go to Hanko and its green casino but you won’t be able to gamble on the archipelago

Eat sesame perch in a pinkish school and drink some draft in a bank that’s cool, look if you can see the former pharmacy
If you’re looking for the Senate then you’d better not look for it there, not on Senate Square
Alphabet and decoration make it easy to think you got two trips for the price of one

Seven-league boots, a pocket watch and a giant pretzel in open air are the signs that common sense has resigned
What if a grown up dragonfly was not as calm as a young ladybug? It can hover, go sideways and fly backwards
The water tower, painted red, looks like a rocket. A mother, from a beach hut, sees the sea carousel
And a century ago boyars used to come all the way here to spend their sunny days
If you really want to pamper the composer, please, with your regards, send wild geese and cigars

Did you really lose your father in the fire? You are young and willing to admire
The wonders of the world and bring their spirit back to your own home, now the first big goal is Rome

After you got introduced to Queen Louise, she commissioned you, with a pretty please,
Karl won’t you redecorate the bedroom of my dreams? You responded very well it seems

And who said that you’d imitate the Phases Of The Day? You only tried to do this work your way
Acquainted with the family that led you to a kingly destiny

Backdrops and paintings for The Magic Flute, which you thought was made against the brute
Were successful in the way their colours play with the light, when the blazing star comes out at night

What if they built unexecuted plans? Would you lose your mind, would you do it again?
This palace on the coast of the Black Sea is a deadborn reverie no one will ever see

Choosing a seahorse and a dolphin, an adult no more an orphan
On the bridge you took the city one step further with your sculptures of goddesses and freedom fighters

If you see something underground, please say something to the crowd, take your things, use your eyes
For each nightmare exorcised somewhere in Dreamland, there’s a life that’s saved in town

Be on our soil, drive our trains, make some money or take a chance, but there’s one thing:
You’ll never mix, you’ll never mingle, we’ll never get you out of your bubble, so what’s the use?

All the lines between the zones are not fixed in time, they move slowly. Now Chinatown’s in Italy
The skyscraper likes to devour its predecessor, pump its power and memory
Of the promised land draw me the map, draw it again, fill the gap with tongues and drinks

He’s seen all there was to see and everyone’s gone
When he awakes it’s already dusk
One of his eyelids weighs a ton
Here’s someone to trust

An endless swinging bridge leads to the room
Lying thirteen feet above a deep pond
He thinks it’s a sign of the approaching doom
A kind of chemical bond

It takes ages to guess what he wants to drink
For, with her braces, the waitress invades
The unknown zone where chickens are pink
And tongues talk in vain

He’s sweating all over his body and struggles to bite
Some uncooked beans and swallow raw meat
The soup’s the only meal that’s right
Soon he leaves his seat

Stay for the night, in the morning you’ll know if this was a dream
And if you’re kind they will all let you go, this is the weirdest scene

If you hadn’t found this blue wooden building in Valparaíso
You’d drown in the Pacific and your last words would be “Oh no, say it ain’t so”

Coloured houses break your heart, it’s the only thing that makes you cry
And boiling water in the morning is not so hard to find

You went to see the church that looks a lot like Captain America,
Spent too many hours on an empty bus, but you could say “¡Que rica!”

Getting lost among the young broom, just for once you took the wrong road
For when flowers are in bloom there’s no more way back home

Ride your bike in the moon valley, almost die since you never do this
There is no place to have a coffee except with old ladies

If Satan hadn’t had a crush on this young herdess
He would have never had to turn her into stone
And since the girl he saw there looked just like a goddess
He got so loony he now needs to live alone

On the road you’ll see a dog’s head
A red bishop or a bear
There will be all kinds of goosebumps for your hair

Forget the whale for the cursed one is the monk seal
They used to tear up many fishnets with their teeth
When guns were drawn they couldn’t cope with the ordeal
A zillion died, few started heading East

They were thrown out of their caves
Often with a hand grenade
Like Gargalo back in 1968

But it’s nothing like the osprey
Who could only survive here
While on terra firma they had disappeared

Oh things are different now the terror is the mayor
And if you want it there’s an opening every day
In churches boats are cut in pieces hung in the air
You’ll choose your cupcakes with a great view on the bay

In transit on the other side of the world you thought you heard your mother tongue
Why do all these travelling people say words that sound like what you learned when you were young?
A tired brain wants a small stress dose. It takes what it perceives for something it already knows

Dear volcano please now won’t you be kind and let me take the flight that I want
I can see the dark thick smoke that you blow as it is thwarting all my plans to move on
Are you really that mad at planes? Is it only anger that is running through your veins?

And why is it that you make me wait? Why can’t you find a way to take revenge on
These shiny crazy bankers who tore your country down without a big eruption involving everyone?

If Adelaide was half an hour behind the rest, then how long would it take
For you to realise that you’ve got some more time to spend in bed before you awake?
Museum gates do open at ten, you’d better be more careful for it will happen again

If she hadn’t worn this big blue ring, would she be fine, would she be walking down the alleys of Cape Town?
Books will tell you where the safe zones are, she’s such a pretty one that everybody comes on to her at any time

They’re bringing out the firearms you know, they’ll make you bleed unless you go
Then you’ll get up and wonder how it can be so
When was the last time you called? Stop going places on your own
‘Cause we’re losing sight of you and wish you’d never been born

Flipping through the pages, she gives up – “four hundred faces but I was assaulted by only one”
She takes the point out note but doesn’t hope for anything, they’re going to take her home for who knows what might happen in the dead of night?