Lyrics:
Watch out… carefully… 

Got a coop with hens in a row?
Check it well, high and low.
If a mythical creature creeps in,
It could get dangerous, 
more than it has ever been.

A basilisk, I must warn you so,
A monster that can blend and flow.

Spot an egg where it doesn’t belong?
By the rooster, is it laid, something wrong?
Beware when it starts to hatch,
What comes out will be quite a match.

Basiliscus attack
On the chicken Barack
Feathers flutter in a frantic cluster,
Chickens flee, it's a disaster.

A mythical being, wise and keen,
Brutal and clever, always been.
Half dragon, half rooster, it’s no joke,
With a hefty dose of ego stroke.

The basilisk, that nasty beast,
Bites before you see, not in the least.
It can spew flames, so don't be a fool,
Keep that garden hose cool.

Basiliscus attack
On the chicken barack,
Feathers flutter so dramatic,
Chickens flee, it's quite gothic.

If the little one flutters your way,
Keep calm, don’t sway,
In a flash, without a delay,
Show him his reflection, I say.

With a selfie, show him the view,
It works like magic, through and through.
No matter what phone you choose,
Just don’t let him have a snooze!

Come on, putt, putt, putt,
Look here, into the cellular camera's rut,
Ah, lovely, a handsome little guy like you,
Magic eyes, fancy wings and big green butt .

You’re quite vain, it’s plain,
We’ll comb your crest, no refrain,
From your rooster comb, mister vain.

Basiliscus attack
On the chicken barack
Feathers flutter wild around,
Chickens flee, can’t be found.
Anymore 

Feathers flutter in a frantic spin,
Chickens flee, it's quite grim.

With an evil stare, the basilisk winks,
He’s got quite a bag of tricks,
What’s next? That stinks?

The heraldic beast of Basel,
Likes no fuss, no hassle,
Once it's out in the open,
It's fiercely outspoken.

Can anyone tame this creature,
Else communication becomes a feature.

In Basel, the basilisk’s fame,
Though banished, it’s still in the game,
With a lively, phenomenal spark,
You’ll find it in every nook and park.

Instead of banning, it’s now on the flags,
And on many crests, and friend of drags,
They couldn’t catch it, a fact so bleak,
So it adorns heraldic, so to speak.

Who has such a crazy critter,
As a heraldic figure, cheeky and bitter?
Well, it’s us, no denyin’,
Basel folks, without any cryin’.

Just watch, it’ll run across the bridge,
There, the lively basilisk, a smidge.
Am I seeing right or am I hexed?
He wants to scare, but folks are vexed.

Basilisk alarm,
Still has its charm,
Feathers flutter in a frantic spin,
A basilisk? Well, let’s grin!

Basiliscus - Attack

LYRICS: Consense may be nonsense

I understand, what you mean,
But I am mean,
I say what you pray, 
but hey

We cannot live in peace,
Dissonance is desease,
But deseases are here to cure
to learn, this is for sure
 
What will you talk, 
where to walk, 
when all same opinion, 
it’s like eating a full onion
Union no reunion,
No confusion just illusion,

An easy pledge, 
for less knowledge,
But for comfort with a price,
What a Surprise;
No one will be Wise.
 
Cause that taste is uni sono,
Like … you discuss it all a lono,
Ohh,  like your bubble , bubble, bubble,
Samething dubble, dubble, dubble
 Consense may be nonsense

[spoken words]
like your bubble that constantly, 
Wallows in Confirmity… 
yes, wants to confirm itself,
In a nutshell …. 
Well - feel well. 
Well, well … it’s a hell.
 
So in every nation,
Bring in tune communication,
But for pursuit of happyness,
Netherless , saying less
And then confess

Cause that statement is pro bono
Like …you discuss it all a lono,
Ohh,  like your bubble , bubble, bubble,
Samething dubble, dubble, dubble

Consense may be nonsense

[spoken words]
Especially when everyone has the same opinion, 
but it's not worked out but aligned. 
Watch out when it seems, 
everyone wear the same dress,
or when, out of convenience, 
no dialogue takes place at all.
 
Harmony does not make us free,
But to see, and to be serious,
And honestly to be curious,
Whats behind experience,
So confirmation to live together,
But discussion to become better.
 
And be not afraid if your opinion is minority, 
cause as long as we will be, t
his is a sign that we are still free.

Consense may be nonsense,

But consense may be gold,
When we learn, we unfold,
from young age until old. 
That what was told , 
is not always bold, 
n’or engraved, perhaps aged,
and …. good ideas will be saved,
From those brave couraged,
Who swim against the swarm,
Not afraid verbally to harm.



non-sense

Lyrics: Summer, Summer, and its a perfect sunny day ,
Let’s go for a walk and enjoy the way
Lets sit at the shore and relax the stay
The wind in your hair, you could be anywhere
As long as you can hear the waves
The seagulls and the groove it says

This is a sunny day, hey
Could it be better you ask, and a say:
That moment may stay, everlast,
But wonderful times go fast,
So enjoy the moment catch the spirit
And the joy full in it.

The joy is twice I feel so free,
 you are here with me.
On that sunny day, hey
Gimme more of that joy today


Summer-Perfect sunny day

Aqua Boogo

The Wild Wild West - Lyrics by FluffyWolfAttack - Hey, I tell you a story…
but… without merits and glory
Only with dust and frust, and missing trust…

[Refrain]
The Wild Wild West,
was a treasure chest,
Not everybody show up at his best
But the evil the ugly and the mad
Toke the advantage from this who had
Oil and blood and gold
Killed the young sometimes the old.

Knock , knock, knock
Open the door,
its Laureen the sassy whore
She comes for sponge reasons
For selling those information for a reason
If you pay more than the guy before
She tells you - give her a red wine
Where the hell is that hidden mine.

[Refrain]
The Wild Wild West,
was a treasure chest,
Not everybody show up at his best
But the evil the ugly and the mad
Toke the advantage from this who had
Oil and blood and gold
Killed the young sometimes the old.

Knock , knock, knock
You are taking a bath in the tub
Who is out there? I have a soap good lub?
Jump in and slip on it  - and that’s it!
Heya..welcome gun men gorillas and bears
Who is the first who disappears?
I am a tub singer and a gunslinger
And an evil guys to hell bringer.

Oh evil guys with black stinky shirts,
and hard to see with dusty dirt,
They come to intimidate you, mate,
To show up their guns, to frighten you with their hate
Do not tell them where the treasure is,
cause - if you do - you get no kiss
noo… then….this your end game is!

[Refrain]
The Wild Wild West,
was a treasure chest,
Not everybody show up at his best
But the evil the ugly and the mad
Toke the advantage from this who had
Oil and blood and gold
Killed the young sometimes the old.

The sheriff is coming he wears a star
But he is a cruel man knowing well this war
The gold rush mood, the flooding blood,
The guys no good, the revolvers hood,
He smokes a cigar, fare wall, so far
But this is the beast and the priest and coffin for you
and the pallbearers I introduce… yeah…It’s true, all for you.
And this song too, don’t feel bliue.

[outro]
Take it as adventure under the western sun
countless cowboys all are gone.

[Refrain]
The Wild Wild West,
was a treasure chest,
Not everybody show up at his best
But the evil the ugly and the mad
Toke the advantage from this who had
Oil and blood and gold
Killed the young sometimes the old.

Wild Wild West

Paracelsus . The Medic - Lyrics by FluffyWolfAttack 2025 Switzerland. 

PARACELSUS

(A song about a humble healer with bold ideas)

[Introduction, Verse 1]

I used to stutter, voice would shake, yes shake
They barely noticed when I spoke.
A quiet soul they’d soon forsake, forsake,
Dismissed me as a timid joke.
But what I held was not in me— see,
It was an insight, wild and free.
[Verse 2]

Though words came slow, the thoughts ran fast,
And questioned teachings from the past.
They said, “His speech is weak, unsure,”
So who would trust me with a cure?
But truth itself began to shine—
The voice was flawed, the thought divine.
[Verse 3]

Theophrastus Bombastus—too much flair.
So I chose Paracelsus, plain and bare.
Not seeking gold or grand applause,
I questioned Galen’s ancient laws.
No four-humor charts could heal
What deeper forces might reveal.
[Refrain]

The dose defines the cure,
No more, no less – be sure.
What heals in drops may harm in flood,
Turn hope to poison in the blood.
[Verse 4]

A miner's breath turned sharp with pain,
His limbs would tremble, blackened veins.
No balance lost of blood or bile—
But mercury had done its trial.
Where others failed to read the sign,
A tiny dose redrew the line.
[Verse 5]

The halls of learning turned their face,
Said, “He’s no doctor for this place.”
But still I taught, with stammered tone,
Letting the remedy speak alone.
I never claimed the truth was mine—
But knew the signs, the root, the line.
[Refrain]

The dose defines the cure,
No more, no less – be sure.
What heals in drops may harm in flood,
Turn hope to poison in the blood.
[Verse 6]

Nature taught in voice so still,
Through leaf and stone, through flame and chill.
The tiniest part, when rightly found,
Could turn the sick back from the ground.
Not by me—but by the art,
That listens close to nature’s heart.
[Final Refrain]

The dose defines the cure,
That line reshaped the lore.
He healed with thought and flame and root –
A rebel mind. a guide in truth.
[outro]

The way of Life Science got new paths,
From that spark, ignition out of dark,
To a thousand plants of cure… that is sure,
By essence drawn, from dusk till dawn.

PARACELSUS

The Wihte Rabbit

Chorale Lyrics de FluffyWolfAttack 2025: Jeanne, flamme de Dieu


[Verse 1]
Jeanne, fille de lumière,
Éveillée par la voix des cieux,
La France pleure, la France espère,
Et toi, tu marches, les yeux en feu,
À dix-sept ans, guidée par l’ange,
Tu portes l’espoir, le glaive, la foi,
Le peuple chante ton étrange
Destin béni, ta voix, ta loi,


[Chorus]
Était-ce une sainte ? Était-ce une sorcière ?
Le feu a tranché, mais l’âme est lumière,
Pas la dernière, pas la première, mais toujours sincère,


[Verse 2]
Devant Orléans, les tambours grondent,
Tu mènes l’armée, cœur innocent,
Sous ta bannière, la peur succombe,
Tu fais trembler les rois puissants,
Le Dauphin monte, couronné grâce à toi,
Mais l’homme oublie ce que Dieu envoie,
Les cris de gloire deviennent murmures,
Le feu s’éteint dans l’ombre impure,


[Chorus]
Était-ce une sainte ? Était-ce une sorcière ?
Le feu a tranché, mais l’âme est lumière,
Pas la dernière, pas la première, mais toujours lumière,


[Verse 3]
Captive aux mains de l’ennemi,
Ton nom sali, ton corps trahi,
Le bûcher flambe, l’homme recule,
Mais ton regard défie la nuit,
Jeanne, seule mais immortelle,
Ton feu vit dans nos citadelles,
L’histoire tremble à ton souvenir,
Toi, martyre au cœur de l’avenir,


[Chorus]
Était-ce une sainte ? Était-ce une sorcière ?
Le feu a tranché, mais l’âme est lumière,
Pas la dernière, pas la première, mais toujours amère,


[Verse 4]
Sur la place froide de Rouen,
Le feu dévore l’innocente,
Et dans la Seine, l’oubli qu’on sème,
Efface les cendres brûlantes,
Mais nulle flamme ne meurt vraiment,
Quand elle éclaire l’âme des gens,
Et dans les coeurs, la voix persiste –
Sainte ou sorcière ? Le peuple insiste,

 
[Chorus]
Était-ce une sainte ? Était-ce une sorcière ?
Le feu a tranché, mais l’âme est lumière,
Pas la dernière, pas la première, mais toujours sévère,


[Outro]
Ni pour les princes, ni pour la couronne,
Ni pour l’Église au trône de pierre,
Elle a brûlé, humble et sans rançon —
C’était pour Dieu, ou bien pour la lumière,
Sa voix s’élève, douce et lointaine,
Au-delà des siècles et des chaînes,
Jeanne n’est plus chair, Jeanne est prière,
Flamme du ciel, silence sur terre,

Jeanne d'Arc - Chorale

Interpretation for Violine Strings Orchestra

Te deum, Opus 146- Violin Adaption (M.A.Charpentier)

Enjoy the Convoy - Lyrics by FluffyWolfAttack 2025 Switzerland:  Enjoy the convoy

[spoken words]
This is the egomanic panic….
What can i do, when this nightmare 
became true?

Some people enter your life like a surprise, you feel that encounter is not wise.

You do not know how they came in

can’t they return where they where been?


To the narcist I say this… 

better piss … i do not miss … you … stay away I say…. If you come back like forgotten debts in may… I say… oh no… hey! stay away!


a guy always puts himself in the center. He invited us to enter… because the audience is so needed

He was greeded


He was self-centered and only himself. Everyone else was just extras and buffoons in his show he payed attention, really low.


Wanna send someone away hey?

Then say;


[refrain]

Enjoy the convoy, boy!

It’s time… hush hush

Take the bus rush into the bush.


Coffe to go, bro ?

Go your own way… but go… slow … but go…


Do not fall down … do not break your arm  - but  go … 

to the farm … do not harm but visit the chicken and the pig those who play in the dig… that’s big,


Some people you wish you would not met… and I bet, in your imagination you send them to a far far nation

Without optimal orientation … with return hardship allowance cercumstance.


Keep far away - hey!

Why don’t you fly to the moon … soon … and stay there … thats nice … and wise …and no surprise. Cause the moon is calm place, for that egocentric part of the human race.


Then say;


[refrain]

Enjoy the convoy, boy!

It’s time… hush hush

Take the bus rush into the bush.


Coffe to go, bro ?

Go your own way… but go… slow … but go…


That statement may be row…. And low…


Say good fly high … instead of good bye …. No lie … you know why?

Of course you know, you are burn… you do not know him to return!

Enjoy the Convoy

A complete reinvented part of Missa "The Deum" based on the original 2nd movement,  not for voices and choir but for orchestra like a symphonic part based on a work of the 1690 A.C:E

Basiliscus - Attack

Francis de Andrade