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"Peg O' My Heart" was written by Fisher, Fred / Bryan, Alfred. 


Annie my heart
I'll love you don't let us part
I love you I always knew it would be you
Since I heard your lilting laughter
It's your Irish heart I'm after
Annie  my heart
Your glances make my heart say
How's chances come be my own
Come make your home in my heart

Music by Saša Zorić



Annie My Heart

Poem  by Quentin S. Crisp
Music by Kodagain

The Mystical East

Not Even the Outsider

No
No
No, no,no,no
Not really
Not really

No, you have identified
Prematurely

The outsider
The outsider
The outsider
Not even the outsider

The outsider
The outsider
The outsider
Not even the outsider

Q+S

Not Even The Outsider

El Gorrito

By James A. Stevens
 Music S.Z.Ch.

O projectile, perfected.
A hummingbird hurled windward,
toward its 
	     spiraling target.

All bonnetless
beneath the balding sun,
a lichened line scratched, 
circles endless
	           into stone.

And tracing the line,
end inward, it all returns.

The snake slithers backwards
into his hole.
The wolf calls back
his night lit cry.

There is a south facing cave,
a water serpent etched black
on its 
            finely plastered wall.

No sounds exist inside
but those of my choosing.


EL GORRITO

There was an Old Man of Peru,
Who watched his wife making a stew;
But once, by mistake, in a stove she did bake
That unfortunate Man of Peru.

There was an Old Man of Melrose,
Who walked on the tips of his toes;
But they said, "It ain't pleasant to see you at present,
You stupid Old Man of Melrose."

EDWARD LEAR

THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF NEPAL, PERU AND MELROSE

Mesečina, – al’ meseca nema;

Moja mila zelen venac snila,

Pak se malo u snu nasmijala, –

Od toga se ponoć zasijala.


Zmaj

amuzika cho

MESEČINA

The sadness of dreams
Seduces with a chill like
Mildew in the heart,
The turning of mystery
To knowing - always turning.


When some sweet one dies,
The Enlightened One is forced
To say, "I do not
Miss him as he never was."
But there is something we miss.

Quentin S. Crisp
Music Chombe

I Do Not Miss Him As He Never Was

TV in the pub.
Sound turned down. News. It's something
On immigration.
Have they consciously chosen
Their one Asian presenter?
Quentin S. Crisp
Music S.Z.Č.

TV In The Pub

A Muslim woman
Gave up her seat for him – he
Was that shaky. He 
Sang, or said, "I don't polish
My shoes, no, I buy new shoes."

And what if I miss
A deadline? What then? Take me
To a place where there's 
Tenderness and time. I'm tired
Of a test I never pass.

Quentin S. Crisp
Music Zorić Saša Čombe

A Muslim Woman Gave Up Her Seat

Lakše, lakše, moj konjiću
 
Lakše, lakše, moj konjiću, polako,
mogu da me stignu boli svakako.
 
Daleko mi moja draga stanuje,
pa ne može moje boli da čuje.
 
U kafani sedim, pijem to vince,
a suza mi suzu stiže niz lice.
 
Obeć'o sam da ću joj se vratiti,
makar mor'o kafane se maniti.
 
Serbian trad.

Lakse lakse moj konjicu

El Balcón by Federico Garcia Lorca

Note: In Spanish.

Si muero
Dejad el balcón abierto

El niño come naranjas
(Desde mi balcón lo veo)

El segador siega el trigo
(Desde mi balcón lo siento)

Si muero
Dejad el balcón abierto

Note:  Same poem in English by the original author.
The Balcony

If I die,
leave the balcony open,

The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)

The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)

If I die,
leave the balcony open!

EL BALCON

The Gamekeeper

Once I was in your shoes.
Well, not exactly those ones,
But a pair quite like them.
I think I might still have them
Maybe
Somewhere.

Once
I broke all the park rules,
Thought it was all great fun,
Thought thievery would show them,
I'd always be an outlaw,
Hunting,
Hunted.

Now,
I'm what you see before you.
I can hold back no longer.
You thought that I was one of you,
But creeping like a creeper,
With roots stronger and deeper,
Newly named and defamed,
I grew and became, through and through,
The new gamekeeper.

Poem by Quentin S. Crisp
Music by Saša Zorić Čombe

The Gamekeeper

Poem by Loha Connelll
Music Saša Zorić
Guitar Vladimir Ristić

Into The Night

SEND ME THE PILLOW YOU DREAM ON
(Hank Locklin)

Hank Locklin - 1958
The Browns - 1960
Johnny Tillotson - 1962
Dean Martin - 1965
The Whites - 1981


Send me the pillow that you dream on
Don't you know that I still care for you?
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling, I can dream on it, too

Each night while I'm sleeping oh, so lonely
I'll share your love in dreams that once were true
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling, I can dream on it, too

Send me the pillow that you dream on
Maybe time will let our dreams come true
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling, I can dream on it, too

I've waited so long for you to write me
But just a memory's all that's left of you
Send me the pillow that you dream on
So darling, I can dream on it, too

So I can dream on it, too

Music Sasa Zoric Ch.

Send me the pillow

Kodagain-again formed in 1985 in Knjazevac, SE Serbia, where it’s hard to be alternative but easy to be alone. 
 
Kodagain writes and records songs with English lyrics because English is more musical than Serbian.
 
Many of the lyrics have been provided by the existing poetry of famous poets such as Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde, Chu-I Po (Bai Juyi), Lord Byron, Ogden Nash, Sara Teasdale, Louisa Stuart Costello and Robert Creely.
 
Since 2007, however, Kodagain has also been using translated poetry (e.g. Kaneko Misuzu) and original lyrics from the writer Quentin S. Crisp; since 2012, Kodagain has similarly collaborated with the writer Brendan Connell. They have also used the poetry and lyrics of other writers, including Loha Connell, Alberto Nessi, James Aronhióta’s Stevens and Justin Isis.  
  
Kodagain has a miniaturist approach to pop music, channelling influences from Henry Purcell, through Dean Martin, to Roxy Music, into short compositions combining a bubblegum-pop concern for melody with lo-fi experimentalism, resulting in songs as soulful as they are playful.
  
Not unlike the old Reggae studios in Jamaica in the 70’s and 80’s, Kodagain produces songs in enormous quantity – the musical equivalent of a cottage industry, where craft and feeling remain intact.
 
At the core of Kodagain's creativity are the songwriting skills, sinuous melodies and haunting, layered vocals of Saša Zorić Čombe, who also plays keyboards, bass, drum and guitar. 
 
Many musicians have been associated with Kodagain:
 
Dunat Dobrica 1984 – present (occasional) on bass and synths.
Aneta Zorić (née Milosavljević) keyboards, 1984-1987.
Janković Goran on drums, 1987 – 1993. 
Bojan Ristić on drum programmes.
 
Between 2005 – 2007 the line-up was as follows, for the album Commercial:  Slaviša Jelenković on drums, Ivan Todorović on electric guitar, Vladislav Dopuđa on bass and Joksimović Miljan on keyboards.
 
However, the core musicians, from 1987 – present, are:
 
Vladimir Ristić on guitar.
Vladislav Dopuđa on bass and keyboards.
Saša Zorić Čombe. 
 
Recently, there have also been musical collaborations with Alexandar Manojlović and Aldous Register. 
  
Kodagain's music has been played regularly on Gistro FM and The Power of the Witches on Radio B92, and on Pop Depression on Studio B. Their songs and videos can be found in generous supply on YouTube and SoundCloud. Albums include: Speed Up, The Nowhere Land's Echoes, A Drink With Something In It, 000, Vranje, Letters From Quentin, Time to Get Ready for Love, My Fear of His Fear of Death, and Supernatural.

A word or two from the lyricists:

Quentin S. Crisp says: “My pop music hero, from a young age, was David Bowie, but I’m afraid that his avowed adoption of the Burroughs cut-up technique has bequeathed to pop music an unfortunate legacy, whereby lyricists now equate being incoherent with being especially meaningful and groundbreaking. I remember reading a pop journalist lamenting that the trouble with poetic pop lyricists is that have all read the same handful of poems by Rimbaud, and don’t bother reading the more disciplined and understated verses by the likes of Larkin. I thought this was very true. I hope to write lyrics that are actually about something – to me, this seems the innovation of which pop is in need.”

Brendan Connell says: “My ultimate goal is to write a vast number of lyrics about natural wonders, public parks, lost watches, Indian villages, hidden love, birds, trees, mountain passes, fake Taoists, imperceptible colors, rhetorical mysteries, and flowers. Ideally these would be compounded into a ‘Guide for Modern Life’ which could be used to build better relations between workers and their bosses, the various sexes, and those whose religious beliefs differ.”



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