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Tańce / Dances
04:24
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We need new songs to sing
We need new sons
We need brand new collections of tear-proof daughters
We need new survivor's songs
Words tough as steel
A thunder, war, beast, tough as the Phalanx faction, the Underground
Dirt or liberation
We need cheeky bastards who won;t hesitate
enough with words
I have enough of them in me
and I've had enough of them
Strong men, strong boys
Oh, what a lovely, lovely boys:
They want to speak with me about politics
About war, about me
Even about me
Men, it’s too late
It’s too late to apologise
Sorry boys, this is new me made by yours
My ideas are hateproof
But no more songs
No more songs from me to you
About bla bla bla
We need to bla bla bla
You are bla bla bla
You have to bla bla bla
We need to bla bla bla
Songs about bla bla bla
You have to blah blah blah
We need new songs but
All I want to do is dance
With my lover inside of me
Forget to tell you
My father is here
Watch me dance, my old men
Let's dance dancen
Let's dance tancen
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Take a look at your personal time – it flies
When for the last time in your life
You listened to somebody
Who called you from a battlefield
Someone, who burned out ages ago
and for nothing, for nothing
Someone, who burned out
For his tribe's sake
Carrying the weight
Here, take my courage
and weigh it on your scale
from your scale
scale-whale
burden-shmurden
Here's my committment
All but this melody
Awfully simple
All but this me - lo
My resistance wants to be simple
Like fucking
Like fu-uck
At the gig, I always listen to the silence
Then my anger truly resounds
Then you can smell the blood
And gasoline and ashes
and the sweating knees
Conan
The Barbarian
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Conman
The Barbarian
Just a silly world play for jokes
Just to display my sense of humour to you, y'know
As it's important in the so-called hard times
To share simple things
And it simply amuses me
Conman The Barbarian
Let me just give myself a permission
To speak out what's been left unsaid
I wanna know that I can do it and so can you
What? To never speak again
I want to be able to display my darker side
Cause happiness is wrong
Inevitable
And when there's happiness, it's bad
So keep it in your zipper where it belongs
Zip up, dummy, I'm not your mummy
Maybe it's a good time not to put the blame
For everything that's happening
On us here congregated
This is what the government wants!
That's what the Man wants!
That's God's will!
Hiya, what's up?
I miss you so much
You never have the time!
You don't pick up the phone!
I don't pick up?
Let's not pick up signals
Beep beep beep
Beeps from creeps, beeps from
eee-ooo eee-ooo
Let's numb everything with our bodies warmth
let's numb everything with our body odours
Let's numb everything
what reaches
what discomforts
what pressurizes
let us numb all this shit to hell
let's numb all this room
with our voices
only you and me
We are the rescue
Let's talk like a dog to a dog
there's too much of us on this Earth
They said
Fuck me
I am the beauty of the night
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if I have something to say, I will say it in the world;
if I can’t say it in the world, I will say it in my country;
if I can’t say it in my country, I will say it in my city
if I can’t say it in my city, I will say it in my home
if I can’t say it in my home, I will say it to myself
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I've announced the closure of Museum of Cruelty before
My own personal cruelty museum
I've shut it down to your expletive's spell
the last ones that still hurt me
You know my past
which doesn't mean you know me
Come and I'll tell you a story
About fear and feeling powerless
And only sometimes I still tear myself loose to the air
To my brave self my fighter self my incessant self
And I never forgive never accept
I accept nothing
I don't listen to myself preaching
And you being so intelligently mocking
You - now a distant person to me
you distant people – you are far away
I have other friends
My Lovers Army
you're close to me and I've always dreamed
about my family who every Christmas
hides in their homes
from whom, you'll ask
I'll gladly respond
from our parents
lt's sit together one day and tell our stories
how once we fought with ghosts – our parents
And only sometimes I still tear myself loose to the air
To my brave self my fighter self my incessant self
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Cordial welcome to the closure of my personal
cruelty museum
You're cordially welcome
all ribbons are cut
Close all cruelty museums to hell!
Your cruelty museum
hasn't been open to me
You never tell me anything
I can only try to figure it out
In that sense I confirm the rule:
this game ain't for the girls.
The war will be over when the dreams come back
But now sleep
sleep already
don't fall asleep
I'm scared you'll fall asleep
and die in your sleep
Like children or old people
the war will be over, you'll sleep and I'll wake up
with a panicky thought
that everything I've done for you
is a playlist for your funeral darling
so please let's not go to that war
I promise I won't go
As you actually never asked me to
I promise we'll stay home tonight
look, I'm dancing just for you in the middle of the room
with yesterdays panties on
Look, dancing just for you
don't tell me anything and I know you won't
I know
You're sad, lonely
That only I can make you happy
And only I can take it away
I dose you on happiness
War is my addiction
I'm a veteran, who'll never get a medal
For all the libido lost in battlefield
Our love is a story about me
which you listen to constantly
Nobody wanted to listen to you
This is not the time for stories about boys
Who don't want to cite Borges
There's only hip hop you dislike
if it doesn't step away from just rap like jazz
So let us not try too hard like you in your stories
which won't be actualized
because you're too old-fashioned for our times
Though I prefer when you tell me about contemporary times
than to listen to it dictated by an alternative pixie girl
I can only promise you
That I will always remain with you in this underground
We are under the ground, honey
Forever
We are under the ground
Let’s show them what is real underground
Or not cause they gonna ruin us
They gonna bury bury
Let’s leave the main terms
Let’s leave the main topics
This is us showing you the last lovers
Before the final
Rape
/
Rave
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Fale długie / Longwaves
03:17
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Handicapped dogs
Crooked pines
Useless
But real
The fiddler will
craft a nice little song from it
Weeping, sweeping landscape
The one we truly deserved
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I shall not hide my desire of silence with music
I shall not express it with volume-speaking silence
I won't dance, as I'm not a dancer
I won't dance away my silence to you
I will not fill this emptiness that inside me became a sound
As you never liked that sound in particular
I will not deceive you with the range
Because you know better than me I've got no range
I will not tell you about my childhood
Because I don't want to think about it anymore
Now is your turn, go ahead
We don't have all the time in the world
My greatest act of courage was coming up to the stage in 2019 and not pretending that I'm the new Alexandria
I will repeat
My greatest act of courage was coming up to the stage in 2019 and not pretending that I'm the new
My greatest act of courage was coming up to the stage when there was nothing left to do
And that's what I think: my greatest act of courage is not saying anything
And yet I shall take up this conversation, instead of throwing down the gauntlet
I won't shout anymore
I won't
Let's leave each other in peace
And this is the real test
If we can still listen to one another: what's up there
with you, what's up?
When the conversation is not about the great things
About little violence, about big traumas
This is the real test
If we can still listen to one another
How somebody feels
And why he's not saying
And why I'm not saying
Ask me how I'm feeling
I shall reciprocate it the same way
Let's talk to one another
Without the storm cloud of pressure above us
That we can only speak about things important
Carefully choose words
let's begin this conversation with sounds
That gives us pins and needles
Only you and me
A rescue for us is us
Let us talk like dogs do
There's too much of us in this world
Let us begin this conversation
I never wanted to be born
Ask me if I want to be still alive
Ask me
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Capstrzyk / Bugle Call
06:07
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How am I
What's up there with me
The revolution won't be a music gig
I'm very busy – though not much is happening
Didn't have the time to have a proper look at it
For a long while I didn't have the time to think over
What's been up
What's been up with me
Taking the benefit from my screentime though, I'll tell you about the war
that I've lived through
or maybe I won't
Maybe I've already talked about it too much and enough
My war is over
I know a war of some kind will always be ongoing
But I've returned from mine
I feel like a vet and here's my PTSD effects
with all the lovely additions
Flashbacks, nightmares, being overly sensitive, overly dramatic reactions, oversensitivity, bursts of anger
boom boom boom
For many years I've avoided talk about my personal catastrophe
Then for several years I've talked about it
Bursting in turns in tears and anger
What you have all witnessed
maybe I've experienced some permanent change of personality
Hence my incapacity to discuss subjects that I used to
and bidding farewell to katharsis
Because katharsis cannot be just given away
katharsis doesn't need me anymore
Trench neurosis – neurosis after spending too much time on the battlefield
Soldier’s heart – a sensitive one
Shell shock
My heart exploded
I can't just replace it with another one
My heart exploded
22 push ups for war veterans
I can't just replace it
22 push ups for war veterans
Therapeutic asylum for veterans
To help the vets, to help
The boom boom boys
Let them thrash each other
I'm a war vet
a hardened one with a sprained soul
They won't write this about me
So I'll do it myself
I've acquitted myself
and maybe everything I did
it's just encouragment for you
to acquit yourself too
I'm no longer self-flagellating
But I'll ask you for a minute of silence when I'll say:
Revolution will not happen during this gig
Revolution will happen
They will be standing far away from us, hung on their rosaries
Watching as we die, one by one
They will be standing far away from us, hung on their rosaries
I'm alive – and well
I don't know what to tell you besides the simplest, unrevolutionary things
a dog, buckwheat, jasmine rice, the smell of chickpea and dog's favorites
What's up with me, besides simplest unrevolutionary things:
He is and I'm with him, we've met during the war, planted bombs together
a boom boom boy
My holy guardian angel
I dunno how am I, besides the simplest unrevolutionary things
I'm only concerned about him ever dying, and the dog
When I was a kid, before I was going to check
on my parents in their bedroom, if they're still alive
I've prayed for very long
My holy guardian angel
Please dear god bless this food
My holy guardian angel
So I guess this is how I am.
that's all, nothing much.
And when I'll learn myself anew
Then maybe we'll meet again
or maybe
we won't
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If it's as they say
then do not hesitate
and drop me
somewhere far away in Czechia
If it's as they say
then do not hesitate
and drop me
somewhere far away in Czechia
Maybe there, far away
Some destiny still awaits me
Or maybe somewhere close
Just the opposite from my house
or maybe in your head
It can tell you certain things about me
You'll tell it back to me again
Something about me
and somehting about you
and if it won't
then I won't hesitate
and drop (a bomb on) myself
somewhere far away in Czechia
and if it won't
then I won't hesitate
and drop (a bomb on) you
somewhere far away in Czechia
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SIKSA Poland
SIKSA is a feminist duo arranged for voice, bass, lyrics and bodies. Their concerts combine the energy of a punk, performative poetry or contemporary dance. In the limitations of the instruments and stage presence, the duo finds the strength to carve their own path. In this work, the personal meets the political, and the unspoken meets the deafening. ... more
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