Dragi Buraj.
Napokon sam skupio snage i volje i vremena i hrabrosti za objaviti nekoliko pesama i objediniti ih u kompilaciju koju sam nazvao "Panonski weltschmerz". 
Zbirka je to nakazna i pesme su pisane klasično naplavnim stilom, šumskopanonskoga je tipa, poluzabavnog je karaktera, pije se na iskap, u jednom cugu, na prazan stomak i pun kurac!
Prvi od tekstova posvećen je jednom malom selu i to ne bilo kakvom selu. O ovome selu pisao je i Đole ("...mrznuo je Dunav nizvodno od Bezdana...") i Josipa ("...pokaži mi gde Dunav ljubi nebo...") i Zvonko ("...nema više konja, konja koji jure...") i Bane ("...skeledžijo, skeledžijo...") i Bajaga ("...verujem, ne verujem...) i Anthony Kiddis na albumu Blood Sugar Sex Magik (...Take me to the place I love. Take me all the way. Yeah, yeah, yeah!) To je selo u kojem se iz Londona do Sidneja stiže za treptaj oka i to biciklom, pijan, bez svetla, jetre, mozga i kočnica! Selo u kojem se put iz Svemira do Vraga gazi peške i zimi i leti, po snegu, ledu, kiši i žezi. Selo u kojem se materijaliziraš u BISU, a dematerijaliziraš se u Tuti Frutiju za samo hiljadu i jednu noć! Dva diska, kuglana, Brodoremont, Šumska, bambusara, gvožđara, apoteka, mala i velika škula, biblioteka, eko centar, radio klub, hamburgerija, nekoliko većih i manjih trgovačkih objekata, VIVA, poljoprivredna apoteka, picerija, naselje, Džindža, Vatrogasni dom, Lovački dom, Dom kulture, kod Pisle, kod Švabe, kod Patka, kod Gilje, kod Pište (Vrag), kod Tanje, pa Čile, pa Bumerang, pa Remi, pa Regeneracija, pa Bodrog, pa Ultimative Music Fest, pa Zion Crew, pa Stereoštor, Sopot, Line Out, Black Ark Crew pa ZORA NE RADI? ŠTA KAŽE?!, FK Dunav, groblje, ŠKORPION, Dond, Opaljenik i Česki! Jebeni Česki! JA NE ZNAM! ŠTA KAŽE, KAŽE, KAŽE!? 
Čekići, jedan metar, četiri metra, kule, most i Brana. Pataka tirat? Poklopac? Džeza? Bezdanska strana? Monoštorska plaža? Paprikaš! Rakija! Osamnaesto pivo! Oberečke, ebertute! Koga ćete? PEKARICU! Kud ću ja u majku? Odgoru il ozdolu? U kaubojski čizama pekmez kuvat? Kokoš za pacove! Ništa? 
Neko od odgova na gore navedena pitanja možete slobodno potražiti u stihovima ove numere ili knjigama Ivana Vidaka ili jednostavno navratite do Memorisa oko četvorke. 
"Jedanput se živi!" - Darijoza Kolektiv a.k.a. Ras Kalaš
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Muzika: David Pangarić a.k.a C:Critz
Ft. Chakka a.k.a. KaliBal - SVISVETI
ArtWork: StefAn St (Bad Taste Art)
(intro za Panonski weltschmertz)

C CRITZ - Svisveti (ft. Chakka)

Ringišpil iz Haada (remix side 2016)

Bonus track: KFD - Apokalipsa (Solo Moderna remix)

Bonus track: KFD - Apokalipsa (Grabber remix)

Bonus track: KFD - Apokalipsa (Freeverse remix)

KFD feat. La Cherga - Poslednji Dub (King Shango Soundsystem remix)

KFD feat. Gypsy Soundsystem - Od kašmira šal (Haris Pilton remix)

KFD - Živi zid (Sheco remix)

KFD feat. Gypsy Soundsystem - Kombajn (Fokus remix)

KFD - Racija (Mexican Stepper remix)

KFD feat. Jah Billah - Seljačka buna (Jah Billah remix)

KFD feat. Waitapu - Sirene Savske (Haris Pilton remix)

KFD feat. Yoanna - Vučica sa burze (DubSahara remix)

KFD - Vijesti iz zemlje (Greg Even remix)

KFD feat. Fanfara Electronica - Čardak (Musne Kunra & Tjamil remix)

Nakot Azrielov (official album 2017)

KALI FAT DUB feat. THE UFOSLAVIANS - Poslednji tango

SVETO TROJSTVO/HOLY TRINITY
This world is stepping with glass legs
and for years the rain of blood has been soaking the lands
police on horses, droughts on the fields
contaminated waterholes are exploding

This world is stepping with glass legs
and the rain of blood has been soaking the land
police on horses, droughts on the fields
collowed foil and magic powder

Afghanistan, Syria, Kuba in the Caribbean's
Jackals on wings of opium lividity
One is sketching, the other mine rigging,
the third one is covering and all of it is mimicry
Israel with papers, Hamas with missiles
menacing civilians, aborigines,
the Greek to Macedonians, the Spanish to Catalonians
Hungarians to Romanians, it is all just business..

And still you can't see the road and can't predict the end
You are sure you are on the right path?
Are you sure that your eyes see well?
You are still spinning in a circle of fear, darkness and hunger
The Holy Trinity converting powerfully
happiness into security, security into slavery..
Fear, dark and hunger, fear, dark and hunger
The Holy Trinity converting powerfully
happiness into security, security into slavery..

And the faces that are passing you by
are faces from the pictures losing their smiles
and the words being pumped into your head
are the news without consciousness, fake and fresh
And the organ of order behind the water cannon
says he is merely following orders
warmly dosing off with a stale heart
while soaking people crying for their lives

This world is stepping with glass legs
and the rain of blood has been soaking the land
police on horses, droughts on the fields
contaminated waterholes are exploding

This world is stepping with glass legs
and the rain of blood has been soaking the land
police on horses, droughts on the fields
collowed foil and magic powder

Afghanistan, Syria, Iran, Iraq, Libya,
The whole central Africa in war against reptilians
South against north, best man against the brother-in-law
all because of white powder, walls and Mexico
The first one is launching, second one financing,
third attacking and forth congregating
for one to be hanged, the other murdered,
third one burned in front cameras in the studio,
forth one to get locked so the heads become hot
the fifth taken out of Russia in front of the court
sixth one occupied, seventh liquidated
the day in blood suffocated, that's how they associate.
On the eight day ecocide, on the ninth genocide
on the tenth day pura vida, peace&love and c'est la vie..
and false information's reporting at speed of light
the numbers of victims of liability and helplessness.

And still you can't see the road and can't predict the end
You are sure you are on the right path?
Are you sure that your eyes see well?
You are still spinning in a circle of fear, darkness and hunger
The Holy Trinity converting powerfully
happiness into security, security into slavery..
Fear, dark and hunger, fear, dark and hunger
The Holy Trinity converting powerfully
happiness into security, security into slavery..

KALI FAT DUB - Sveto trojstvo

KONA
Last night Kona and I went to Masters,
Two reindeer's, noses red like peppers.
I listen to the hungover croak's and rattle of the sandals
with the sounds of the foul, story lines and bumpers. 
From the Bezdan, Bodrog, Ljubljana and Soca
From Medika to Masters, the thoughts are multiplying.
Mujo is horseshoeing the horses, the full moon is calling.
Pictures are melting like an ice-cream cone from Somboled

And there is no more Somboled, it was bought by Dukat.
There is no compromise while I'm swallowed by the fog.
There is no nonsense while I am bathed by the sun.
And there's no more here or there, I just chill and go with the flow
I am the child of the woods, a pirate and a buccaneer. 
When you fall, you get up and never give up. 
Year after year I wrinkle my soul, 
smudge-faced like a hussar, I'm riding towards the Sun. 

Kona, is not touching the Earth. Oh yes, while the Sun is glimpsing
Fed up by the lies, the truth I´m caressing
Little dancing shoes know all my roads 
Kona, is not touching the Earth. Oh yes, while the Sun is glimpsing
Blinded up by the lies, the truth im caressing
and little dancing shoes know all...
 
From Medika to Masters from Masters and back.
From Medika to Masters, from Masters and back.
Tram number 12 and windows with hazy glass.
Th Zoo is awaking, and Vlaska street is wiggling.
Good morning Dubrava and the working class, controllers with velvet voices.
Forestry professors and professoresses don't get tired, there must be fight.
Everybody is gazing into the windows on display, the dogs are gazing into the posters from hell.
They're pulling their horns back into the collars out of fear. 
And exchange offices are buying out gold and silver. 
Behind The Kras sleepy cops are yawning.
Maksimir is waking up, teeth are numbing from the cold.
Dubravica is opening and Mima loves bakeries. 
Around the bicycle, apocalypses.

Kona, is not touching the Earth. Oh yes, while the Sun is glimpsing
Fed up by the lies, the truth I´m caressing
Little dancing shoes know all my roads 
Kona, is not touching the Earth. Oh yes, while the Sun is glimpsing
Blinded up by the lies, the truth im caressing
and little dancing shoes know all...

Smartphones, shivering hands are typing,
While eating pastry and writing their location.
Controllers are throwing out young hooligans who are burning the flyers for an interest free loans.
Bamboo tears are soaking the men in the city,
while the city women are hustling through the crazy baldheads.
In my notesbook i write the words, and all the notes in my song book.
Im walking the tentacled legs, Pipo Solo I love you... 

From Medika to Masters from Masters and back.
From Medika to Masters, from Masters and back.
Tram number 12 and windows with hazy glass.
Tram number 12 and impenetrable fog.

KALI FAT DUB - Kona

SLATKI SNOVI/SWEET DREAMS
Sweet dreams are going away into the night
into the cold night, S.O.S.
Sweet dreams are going away into the night
into the dark night, S.O.S.
(Sweet dreams and nobody to catch them)

The night is like the Russian winter, like Rijeka`s gale
Cold like X-mas without woods and cinder, bro
The Glaciers are cracking and the polar bear is yelling
"Oh cold night, I live a lonely life"
While the waves are breaking and the plans accumulating
with a wide field through hills and mountains
The dreams are sailing converted with half a nightmare
their branches breaking, the abdomen centrifuging

Yet sweet as sugar, honeysweet dreams
While we were dreaming them we seem to be seduced
If we didn't step on them, if we weren't sly
They would save us and we would be great
Yet sweet as sugar, honeysweet dreams
While we were dreaming them we seem to be seduced
If we didn't step on them, if we weren't sly
They would save us
They would save us

Sweet dreams are going away into the night
into the cold night, S.O.S.
Sweet dreams are going away into the night
into the dark night, S.O.S.
(Sweet dreams and nobody to catch them)

Yet sweet as sugar, honeysweet dreams
While we were dreaming them we were seduced
If we didn't step on them, if we weren't sly
They would save us and we would be great
Yet sweet as sugar, honeysweet dreams
While we were dreaming them we seem to be seduced
If we didn't step on them, if we weren't sly
They would save us
They would save us

Playful dreams, short, cursed, long, hot, angry wet, twisted
They are going away into the night because they feel played
In the night to wander, in the night to bathe
the night cold as a well, cold as the Danube
The night is cold like the Siberian beach at dusk
Cold like November, December, January
Cold as Soljženjicin, Gulag and the railway

Sweet dreams are going away into the night
into the cold night, S.O.S.
Sweet dreams are going away into the night
into the dark night, S.O.S.
(Sweet dreams and nobody to catch them)

The night is cold and much too long and the hat is full and the children are hungry

(Sweet dreams and nobody to love them)
(Sweet dreams and nobody to hug them)
(Sweet dreams and nobody to keep them warm)
(Sweet dreams and nobody to kiss them. On the lips)

KALI FAT DUB feat. TNT vocal force - Slatki snovi

KALI FAT DUB feat. SHANTI POWA - Podstanarska

KALI FAT DUB feat. LA CHERGA - Kishen

KALI FAT DUB feat. GIPSY MAFIA - Geto

KALI FAT DUB feat. FOKUS - Dron

KALI FAT DUB - Insomnija

HABUBI
Every dog has his own dub
and dub like dub, and dog like dog,it is not fair 
a man is a wolf, beast, to another man, that doesn't change. 
Every dog has his own dub
and dub like dub and dog like dog, it isn't fair
the lesser evil is still evil, that doesn't change... 


Because the langoliers are going after the sleepy and naive
I light a candle for the fragile, suicidal and the unstable 
for all the workers like kittens thrown in water 
completely radiated and eyes wide open
Admonitions like eels come when you get tired 
Fungicides and pesticides in your stomac already bubbling
Every river flow towards the estuary, today 
only Xanax flows towards us all 
Dolly Bell leading to temptation while we are hustling Normabel
I love you Amnesia, excuse me, please.. ej 
only misty landscapes and half-lies collages
neighbours calling us animals 
The eyes see no picture, the ears hear no sounds
in the stomac, baby, the beasts are sharing their thoughts
Everybody grins maliciously and resisting sadly 
Mandolin, we fell in the Adriatic sea 

Let's swim, let's swimm, like two lives we are swimming 
Let's give the other cheek too, because we have two of them 
Let us swim, Mandolin, let's drink sour wine 
what seems pearls to the pigs, to us is misery.. 

Howling sad pup, have your dub. 
Have your sword, stick, shield, cape, darkness, cry, voice, 
Herds of green deer, a kashmir scarf for the town
Let the timehavers pour ink into your feathers 

Habubi says a man has two wolfs inside his guts 
and beasts like beasts cannot sit still for two minutes
They catch eachother with canine teeth in empty stomacs 
rise their tails like purebred critters 
tightening soccerboots, whitening their teeth 
Beating like a summer downpour beats crops and fields 
Packs are howling, squirming to the full moon 
They play games with the cattleman and spew notorious fires 

Let's swim, let's swimm, like two lives we are swimming 
Let's give the other cheek too, because we have two of them 
Let us swim, Mandolin, pungent wine we drink 
For my dogs it is too late 
For your dreams, over. 

Howling sad pup, have your dub. 
Have your sword, stick, shield, cape, darkness, cry, voice, 
Herds of green deer, a kashmir scarf for the town
Let the timehavers pour ink into your feathers 
Fungicides and depressants for the unsaved and miserable ones 
For the ticklish, hooked and demented dreams 
For puppies and kittens thrown in water like messages in a bottle
completely rejected, with eyes wide open.. 
Admonitions, just like eels, waiting for you to get cought. 
Delegations, requirements, single-crop farming and weeds
Discharges on Ada and poisoned eagles
Tell it to the Kazuk forest,to the winds in the shirt.

Near luxurious fillers, end of a breathtaking summer 
Domes of lead and Bubi's brood says: 
"Chakka, if it's so it is so, 
I,a wolf on the land, you a crow in the sky up above."

And the lesser evil is still evil, that doesn't change 
Because a man is a wolf to another man, and the temper, it doesn't change...

KALI FAT DUB - Habubi

MIZZANTROPICO DOMOBRANO
The new edition of Kali Fat Dub we begin with a story of the old woman Bejzi who received a task  
from the military during the war exactly 20 years ago to take care of the seeds of, as it was 
told to her, imported tomatoes. Without knowing, she was growing cannabis... 

Born in the swamps, living in the swamps
with not much enchanted, she'll die disappointed, 
rusts and oxidizes from excessive despair 
and hides crocodile tears behind dark glasses 
steers in the slippers, cries in the pillow
falters a lot, doesn't yell but whispers
she will burn all the incense sticks and tears all the posters, 
digest all lies and all the perforating gunshot wounds
She doesn't listen speeches that it is time for a change 
because everywhere she turns, Fatamorgana escapes 
from her swollen head she throws thoughts like bricks:
festering, burning, hurting, sweating, this is called diving in shit. 
Granny is burning the good old plywood 
Shimi/Shimi Yo and all smells of epoxy
I see evil because everybody smells of sulfur
plaster in the nose, head in the bag 
and let them pour salt in the wound

Let them pour, let them .. 
a misanthropico home-defendender, 
lock the door Nana, Nana and arm yourself slowly 
This is a misanthropico home-defendender,
lock the door Nana, release the dogs 
and arm yourself slowly 

Idle brains are convenient to the devil
and all this trenches are deserted and blocked
plastic smiles and arrogant answers 
abandoned waterfronts and flows of empty thoughts 
underground ducts and death codes 
defenses, attacks and convoys of youth armies
lecherous priests red like roosters 
they squint like vipers , lids on every melting pot
Battle tanks, invisible yet huge 
squats are shutting down and water cannons ignite 
unreachable deadlines, while body fluids are leaking
blood, sperm, sweat, and you fear nothing, Svrakane
I don't sleep in the nights, I roll my eyes 
I talk with the crows, I shut up when I'm with starlings,
I drink with the sparrows and fight with the police
in the sea of frustrations we are seeking satisfaction

Oh my Svrakane, we've been deceived by the villains
by their slaves and their slave's talks
by their gods and horned bullocks
by their chains, left, right blocks

This is a misanthropic home-defendender,
lock the door Nana, Nana
and arm yourself slowly 
This is a misanthropic home-defendender,
lock the door Nana, release the dogs 
and arm yourself slowly

arm yourself slowly and release the dogs

KALI FAT DUB - Mizantropico Domobrano

Panonski weltcmertz rep meets Bačka škola i to naživo.
Konzumira se na prazan stomak i pun kurac!

KaliBal

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