Tomorrow Begins Today; Surya

War And Money. Feat: Leandro Bastos

DIDja

You didn’t want it Didja, didja
Did nothing to prevent it digja didja
Couldn’t see beyond it couldja couldja
Like a Shakespearean sonnet wouldja woudja

Well didja didja didja
Well didja didja didja
Well couldja couldja
Well, wouldja woudja
Yes you did,

On 8th December 2021
As the world watched the setting sun
And winter darkness was around
You had a chance to break new ground.

You had a chance to agree
To enable us all to be free
But you didn’t want that to be
For the sake of your humility

You didn’t want it Didja, didja
Did nothing to prevent it digja didja
Couldn’t see beyond it couldja couldja
Like a Shakespearean sonnet wouldja woudja

You only needed a little red line
Don’t cross it, and it would be fine.
No one wanted confrontation
To shake us to our foundations

They say it’s what you wanted
but you remained undaunted
Your power you then flaunted
But over time you’ll be counted

You didn’t want it Didja, didja
Did nothing to prevent it digja didja
Couldn’t see beyond it couldja couldja
Like a Shakespearean sonnet wouldja woudja

Well didja didja didja
Well didja didja didja
Well couldja couldja
Well, wouldja woudja

Yes you did,

Didja. Feat:  Surya

TWO WISE IN THE SKY

snow is melting, on the ground,
air is warming, all around
birds are singing all day long
And I’m feeling that I belong

It’s been a cold, cold winter
The worst in many a year
But your strength and direction 
Has lessened all my fears

I have forgotten the reasons why
But it was always built on a lie
I will never breakdown and cry
As long as there are two y’s in the sky

Two y’s in the sky
I ask, how lucky am I
So high you can fly
On you I can rely

A year has now passed
And I hope it’s the last
But we will go on
And follow the sun

The light calls me in the morning
Just as the day is dawning
And I have a heartfelt longing
with a sense of belonging 

musical segment

Two y’s in the sky
I ask, how lucky am I
So high you can fly
On you I can rely

They say there is a man for the moment
And you came to save me from torment
I can’t tell you how important  
For our relief off this torment

As long as there are:

Two y’s in the sky
I ask, how lucky am I
So high you can fly
On you I can rely

Two y’s in the sky
I ask, how lucky am I
So high you can fly
On you I can rely

You can’t be too wise in the Sky

Too Wise. Feat: Roxiie Reese

There lived a little man  not long ago
He was short and strong, he believed his soul
people looked at him with terror and fear
But he would make you disappear

He preached Pravda, looked truth in the eye 
the words were built on a gigantic lie
he was a bad and angry little creature
In every decision his directive always feature

Hey, hey, hey, hey hey, aha, aha
Hey, hey, hey, hey hey, aha, aha
 
There lives a little man and you should know 
He was small and strong, his eyes an empty glow
Lad was his name, in terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was a lonely dear

spreading lies like a tub thumping preacher
Full of self-belief with rhetoric as his feature
he claimed was some kind of teacher
like his idol Tzar, the great Peter

Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Tzar of his world, state comrade
Looks in the mirror, sees Peter the Great
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad

the meanest man you have ever seen
He ruled the land bumped off all his critics 
short of knowledge and thin on specifics
In all affairs of state he thought he was terrific.

He was great when he had a country in his squeeze
if you denied him, he’d kill your expertise
and in the end, bring his country to its knees
But he doesn’t care if someone says please

Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Tzar of his world, state comrade
Looks in the mirror, sees Peter the Great
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad

the meanest man you have ever seen
his self-belief, his thinking and thrusting
his hunger for power was disgusting

Hid the truth from the people that he led
disguised the truth from lies he had said
telling you that night is day, and day is night
as long as you put a uniform on and fight

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, aha, aha, aha
Hey, hey, hey, aha, hey, hey, aha, aha

"This man's just got to go", declared his enemies
but would fight on, even in his seventies
No doubt this demagogue had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute, backed up by military arms

They say one day, someone will topple him
shoot him with a gun or throttle him
But the people behind him are just as bad
it’s just that their name won’t be Lad.

Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Tzar of his world, state comrade
Looks in the mirror, sees Peter the Great
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad 
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad

Tzar of his world, state comrade
Looks in the mirror, sees Peter the Great
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad


Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Tzar of his world, state comrade
Looks in the mirror, sees Peter the Great
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad
Lad, Lad, Lad the bad

Lad, Lad, Lad no disputin’
The worlds most dangerous war machine
The meanest man you have ever seen

Lad The Bad. Feat: Leandro Bastos

‘No More’ tells the story of a man burying his son who was killed in this war. While kneeling at his newly dug grave, a woman who doesn't know him but tries to soothe him comes by. But he is angry with God for taking his son. His wife died a few years before, and he is bereft. Funnily enough, God seems to be on both sides, and the man looks to the sky and says, “God just takes sides when there are two divides. Then when we pray for forgiveness, he says it's none of his business”. And goes on, “That is what war is for; the good die in vain, we will never see them again.” It is a mournful song sung by Anna Kipyatkova.

No More. Feat: Anna Kypiatkova and the Artista Sound Orchestra

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