The first song as a result of our recently re-established creative force as a band after twenty-something years of missing each other after our former band disbanded.


Slave

I don’t wanna be a dirty slave!
Don’t wanna be an angry slave!
Don’t wanna be a horny slave!
Don’t wanna be a coward slave!
Don’t wanna be the slave of love,
don’t wanna be the slave of God,
don’t wanna be the slave of faith,
don’t wanna be the slave of hate!
I don’t wanna be 

But I wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I must be the Queen of the Barbarians!

Lazy moles and drunken snails,
crazy dogs and white blind owls
run into the field of blood,
run into the trap of mind.
Angry cats shout,
frightened horse dies.
Hey, man, yo, human
what the fuck are you doing?
Tell your child what you're doing!

I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I must be the Queen of the Barbarians!

I am the lucky girl of Christmas time
I wanna shop until the end of night.
I am the lucky girl of Christmas time
I wanna love until the end of night.
I am the lucky girl of Christmas time
I wanna die until the end of night.

Don’t wanna be the slave of my partner!
Don’t wanna be the slave of my boss!
Don’t wanna be the slave of the social!
Don’t wanna be the slave of Hugo Boss!
Don’t wanna be a child slave,
don’t wanna be a sex slave,
don’t wanna be a poor slave,
and I don’t wanna be… an old slave.

I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I must be the Queen of the Barbarians!
Hungry wolves and tattooed snakes,
the last giraffe with silent eyes
run into the field of blood,
run into the trap of mind.
Happy rats hoot,
faithful dog cries.
Hey, man, yo, human
what the fuck are you doing?
Tell your child what you're doing!

I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I wanna i wanna i wanna be
I must be the Queen of the Barbarians!

Vocal: Ildi Incze
Lyrics: Tom Hidy
Music: Balazs Zentai
Design: Marta Scharle

Next round

Slave

Penicola

Nicole rumbáját nem értheted,
 fénylő tested az ég alatt lebeg.
       
Én úgy szeretlek téged, 
ahogy tél a havát,
tavasz a szelét, 
nyár a búza dalát, 
ősz a szőlőszemét, 
s úgy forgolódsz bennem, 
mint ősrobbanásban a kékszemű, pólyás kis 
csillagok. 
Ahogy a mezőre harmat ül, 
ahogy kedvembe bánat vegyül, 
észrevétlen-csöndesen 
úgy keringesz salakos szívem kusza, rossz útjain. 

Az életet én úgy szeretem, 
mint paraszt a lovát, 
sofőr a kocsiját. 
Meguntam rég a rozzant, 
ócska, kehes dögöt, 
de nem ugrom le róla, 
amíg még döcög, 
s ha köhög is gyűrt utakon, 
hozzád visz, 
s az unalom 
elmegy adóba a kincsért, 
hogy tiéd lehetek. 

Kifújlak és belélegezlek.

Én téged úgy szeretlek, 
mint az istenek mindent, 
amit nem teremtettek meg. 
Mint a föld a porát, 
mint eső a lábad nyomát, 
mely tócsaként ágyává lesz. 

Az angyalok énekét nem értheted, 
sóvárgó lelked az ég alatt lebeg. 
Te vagy minden, mit valaha szerettem, 
te lettél a sokból az örök egyetlen. 

Penicola, Penicola, sötét szívem hűs bíbora.

Vocal: Ildi Incze
Lyrics: Tom Hidy
Music: Balazs Zentai
Design: Marta Scharle

Next Round

Penicola

Unpaid Holiday

Waiting for a gray train which takes you home
Home, honey, holiday, the happiness syndrome
You have to pay to go home, you can’t hide or fade 
But your sharp shark holiday IS UNPAID!

You’re afraid of not shining like polished chrome
You’re afraid of not flaring like a proud flambeau
You don’t know if it’s gray delay or great decay
But you chose your seven miles long Unpaid Holiday! 

Your slow train is in a loop
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
Independence Day Parade during lockdown
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave!
Have you heard about another brick?
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
but it gives you hope just like dope
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave!
 
You wanna protect the cashflow
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
But a firm has no heart just elbow
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave!
There is no pride, just gray days.
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
Money talks and bullshit takes the… train
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave! 

There is an old woman walkin’ the cat without head
There is Willy Wonka cryin’ without his top-hat
There are fat rats gobble a funny sunny bunny
Fat bottom firms, yeah, swig like a batty
Giggling selfish gene
Freedom sleeps in quarantine
 
The train has arrived to take your pride and boots.
You realize chickens are gonna come home to roost 
You’re a do-gooder with a bright mind and a rich soul 
You do love your Company, which gives you a cell and a pinhole 

Like a rich duke you shield poor Yoric, your Company, 
protect the cashflow, oh dear, your name is: Twopenny 
The little voice in your head says: it was treason, not fair play 
But YOU chose your seven miles long Unpaid Holiday  

Your fancy life is in a chancy hole
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
Live not like an eagle but a mopish mole
Leave Un
paid!  Unpaid. Leave!
You’re skinned alive, but you’ve got bone black hope.
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
Life came to you with its claws out 
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave!
 
Your Company knows you down to your bones
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
But a firm has no soul just mind ammo
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave!
It leads you to dIRE sSTRAITS, my brothers in firms
Unpaid Holiday is a shitty trick
Piggy Honey yells you: Bring Home the Bacon! 
Leave Unpaid!  Unpaid. Leave! 

There are fat firms gobble surplus money
And you’ll eat mud bubbles, yummi-yummi-yummi.

Unpaid goddamn Holiday
Cash flow is the Holy Grail!
Unpaid goddamn Holiday
Cash flow is the Holy Grail!
Unpaid goddamn Holiday
Unpaid goddamn Holiday

Vocal: Ildi Incze
Lyrics: Tom Hidy
Music: Balazs Zentai
Design: Marta Scharle

Unpaid Holiday

Coals and pearls
Honey
Frozen starlight
 
Hiding deer
Shadow
Broken child mind
 
Wind of south
Wind of east
Wind of north
Wind of west
 
Goals and tears
Mother
Waving graveyard
 
Flying bees
Rainbow
Singing song-guard
 
Wind of north
Wind of east
Wind of west
 
Let me tell you
about the wind
which takes me away
Here it comes.
The wind of mountains
the wind of towns
the wind of lovers
oh, I was loved.
 
Love was endless joke
Love was squeezed hope 
Love danced with empty mess
Love was the main loop,
the death rope.
 
Here it comes.
the wind of sea,
the sea of emptiness
the lake of Lone,
the needle of "fucking yes!"
Let me tell you about
the wind
which takes me away
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
 
Wind turbine
Goddess
Avalon lifestyle
 
Hitchhiking
Sunshine
from the first time
 
Wind of south
Wind of east
Wind of north
Wind of west
 
Hooks and pears
blood goes up
Cruel sling of art
 
Dying bees see
advertise
Singing song-guard
 
Wind of north
Wind of east
Wind of west
Wind.

Wind of West

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