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Still Life

He wakes up, coughing, like every morning
and it activates the sensor of a plastic canary
which sings Italian songs of the seventies.
Red eyes, automatic beak.
Standing, for breakfast he has a beggarly piece of bread,
recalling the days when he used to have gin and tonic at tea.
But nothing disappears, it only changes its look.
Now he buys animals for his zoo.
 
Sponge crocodiles,
rubber crustaceans,
plastic insects,
foam rubber pachyderms.
 
Every month he consumes instantly
the state allowance,
buying species with an inexpressive gaze
at a Chinese market close to his home.
And when the sun sets, he falls asleep on the sofa
like a baby.
The mice run freely all over the kitchen
and try to survive, like you and like me.
 
Sponge crocodiles,
rubber crustaceans,
plastic insects,
foam rubber pachyderms.
 
Mmmm… Good night!
Mmmm… Good night!
 
Sponge crocodiles,
rubber crustaceans,
plastic insects,
foam rubber pachyderms.
 

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I Will Save You

My freedom, what's your time of year
What national color are you
My Cuba is here
I once burned down your paper soldiers
Leaving behind a trail with yesterday's rain
It's left for whomever's there
There's no turning back for me
While your eyes shine on
 
Chorus:
And I can't get enough of you
And there's no escaping it, we're on the same wavelength
We can't be held back, we'll grow tender
And I'll be able to do anything
I'll find you among broken walls
The heavens draw strange shadows from us
And you and I dance in this void
I will save you
 
My daybreaks, over which planet do I meet you
To whom do I dedicate my verses
If my heart is here
And there's no turning back for me
While your eyes shine on
 
Chorus:
And I can't get enough of you
And there's no escaping it, we're on the same wavelength
We can't be held back, we'll grow tender
And I'll be able to do anything
I'll find you among broken walls
The heavens draw strange shadows from us
And you and I dance in this void
I will save you
 
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Lands of Mannakorpi

Lensmann in the law house swore and fussed,
when the hustler rolled hundreds from his wallet.
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip.
 
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip!
 
Lensmann in the night and day driving in the forest,
searching for bootleggers' works and a kettle.
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip.
 
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip!
 
The other boys drunk ate herrings,
and the others threw wood under the kettel.
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip.
 
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip!
 
There has been dripped liters of a hundred,
wrecked has been bootlegger's pan and the kettle.
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip.
 
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there has lots of moonshine been drip!
 
Now that time of free booze has dawned,
no longer will the moonshine do to us.
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there is no longer moonshine being dripped.
 
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there is no longer moonshine being dripped!
 
And if the sovereign keeps rising the prices,
then will the moonshine take its revenge.
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there will soon be moonshine dripped.
 
Hurahuhhahhei in the Lands of Mannakorpi,
there will soon be moonshine dripped!
 
Hurahuhhahhei!
 

Shit, shit, shit

Shit to the king,
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
social security,
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
everything, everything to IRS
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
the government...
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
 
Just learning.

King Hans

King Hans he's sitting in Copenhagen
He has the payment order written
Sending it to Northern Jutland
In good faith to Erik Ottesøn
 
There will never be such a rich Queen coming to Denmark
 
You're appealing for the poor widows
Who'll give birth to fatherless children
You're appealing for the poor inmates
Don't let them die in that tower
 
There will never be such a rich Queen coming to Denmark
 
And you shall not tax the poor farmer
I don't want that
But if you're lacking gold or silver
You speak to your father
 
There will never be such a rich Queen coming to Denmark