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Artist name: Gottlieb Twerdy, Label: Bigger Bang, Distribution: AWAL in London
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(tenor sax, piano, sound module, vocals)
Money is crying, boohoo boohoo.
What shall we do? What could we do?
Money is dying, boohoo boohoo.
What does it need? Why does it cry?
Money needs money, unless it must die.
But how can we raise it? Will say, will say,
Much more money, for the money to live?
If we don't have money, for the money to give?
Come what may,
for the money we pray.
Our life we give,
for the money to live.
Quite sure we can help, there's no need to pray!
Did we make the money, we can do it again.
Just some more centuries, don't talk of pain,
we will work without money, so hear what I say,
since ever we did so, we can do it again.
Money will heal, if we conceal
all our salaries, all our wages,
and that's what we'll do.
All them loans, give them away!
Keep your hands from the money!
Far off we will stay.
All our salaries? All our wages?
Indeed, indeed, just give them away.
Give them back to the bank?
Cause it's claiming to die?
Or give them back to the state,
who's running drier than dry?
Give the money to the money, give it back to itself.
Money needs money, which truly can't be else,
being golden a hen, breeding on a golden shelf,
as we are told, truly eggs of gold.
Not a drop of fees, just work and work!
Not a doubt this will do, for me and for you.
Let us save poor money in it's dying bed,
Sure we can do just for water and bread.
No need to worry, no boohoo boohoo,
Cause if the money can't, still we can do,
Yeah, yeah, we can do.
For the sake of money what's a hundred of years?
Just water and bread, or even light instead!
Keep bending your head and holding your breath,
swallow your sweat, your blood and your tears.
The harder your life, the sweater your death!
Salvation by slavery, that's the new bravery!
So brave we are, money our god and star.
Come on honey,
let's make money.
Be sure we can do, yeah, yeah, we can do!
For water and bread, and soon we'll be dead.
We don't need no money, no money at all.
The harder you work, the sooner you fall.
And money will laugh, again and again,
And money will laugh, again and again.
(piano, sound module, vocals)
Keep on smelling so neatly.
Keep on smiling so sweetly.
It's your holy holy duty
to be a really perfect beauty.
The ugly ones are just your slaves,
let there rescue be their graves.
Keep on selling your shining beauty,
there's no way out of this holy duty.
The younger you are,
the more become a rising star.
Getting older is forbidden,
elderlies need to be hidden.
Keep strong and cool and merciless,
silly doubts are worthless stress.
The world is yours if you stay cool
and young and strong and beautiful.
Ridiculous are those who're stout,
or sick or weak or full of doubt.
You keep selling your perfect beauty
Cause this is the way of fulfilling your duty.
The sense of life is shining glory,
there's no way out of this sacred story.
The more you sell your perfect looks,
the more you fill odd stocks, papers and books.
(sound module, alto sax, piano, vocals)
I'm so tired a king.
My tongue is dry and my ears do ring.
My eyes can't see since having no tears.
My nights are burdened with bloody fears.
Please, don't you call me Mr. President!
All them guys, all these women and folks,
I'm not a friend of their ugly jokes.
Folks used to be just boring fools,
but then we build them schools and schools.
Hey, don't you call me Mr. President!
You are too many, too many indeed,
To keep the order we like and need.
But what? What's up? What's up?
You better keep your big mouth shut.
Okay, okay, let's call it our “art of rule”,
that's ringing bells in the ears of fools.
But don't you call me Mr. President!
If you were lesser, just half of you,
would probably, no surely would do.
If so, there would be cheaper a tool,
to keep in order our art of rule.
Now all these guns must be kept loaded.
All these troops must be kept fed.
So many rockets alert in their bay,
since folks are fighting night and day.
Speak up! Speak up? So what to do?
Who's the front man of nasty you?
We could not close schools for no reason at all,
we need good hints why schools have to fall.
Who called me Mr. President?
Since times are so hard we need to be wise.
Schools ain't fulfilling their promise and price.
Teachers are lazy and make all people crazy.
They keep spoiling our precious youth,
with all sorts of ridiculous truth.
So let's bring schools out of reach for folks,
let's bring back reason in their kind of talks.
Well, ruling will turn proper ruling again,
without votes and useless parliamentarians.
And no more bastards gunned in the woods.
Folks will be boring again like they should.
And you won't call me Mr. President!
Besides and anyway, you are boring.
No longer disturb my majestic snoring.
The deal is done.
Let's have some fun.
(piano, tenor sax, sound module, vocals)
Big Bang asked Nothing “pardon me Sir,
but I have a dream, I'd rather like to occur.”
Shut up You fool, You cannot be there.
Nothing grew angry from out of nowhere.
If I am here, so it wondered sine ear [lost in thought]
no difference can be, neither here nor there,
nor somewhere else, nor anywhere.
So I'm afraid, we both can't distinguish
You and Me and Your awful wishes.
If I'm Nothing, I'm all which exists,
and since it's so, You're not on my list.
Even what's more, and so much is for sure,
if You'd occurred, if You'd succeeded to be
arising together with all that mess of Yours,
that's nothing else but killing me!
I couldn't go on to be all what means
if You continue to dream silly dreams.
But still there's not a thing to distinguish
You, all mighty Me and Your awful wishes.
So let us be wise, let us decide to copulate.
Our emanation of ourselves, it will create
the world and life and men and its reason.
Thus men can think of that little problem
how silly Nothing meets silly Big Bang.
(vocals, sound module pizzicato)
Let us sell Europe – in a couple of days,
it ain't worth our money – anyway,
having changed – to a bad market place.
But isn't it well known,
that You can only sell,
what You call Your own?
What we will sell, is our loans.
We'll sell the stocks we have,
the rights and shares we hold.
In short, all them credits we gave,
will be mixed together, to be sold,
as a little derivat'e [derivative].
But to whom
could we sell, this tiny little bloom?
Tell us, tell!
To whom, to whom ?
Right to the – Europeans of course!
We just have to start – a little hausse.
A horse, a house ?
What are You talking about ?
A hausse, a hausse,
it's a French term, for bulling the market.
Let us set Europe – on our list of targets.
We buy for a rise – and buy for a rise,
to raise the price – and raise the price.
But why – do we buy,
if we want - to sell?
We could not try,
if you did not tell.
Let us create a derivat'e,
a public European stock.
Let us declare it – from morning till late,
to be the greatest – of all lucks,
lifetimes – one and only – real chance,
to get richest on earth - by just a glance.
Europeans – will have a little run,
to buy the soil – they live upon,
and we will have – some days of fun,
until this little deal is done.
Finally – we will sell our stock,
before mentioning – a minor shock,
and good old Europe will fall,
by nothing but a business call.
(vocals, piano, sound module)
Money is a bargain and it turned out all wrong.
It's a promise you made, but it's rotten.
In the beginning, all your credits were strong,
but now, this foolish dreams are forgotten.
We are the only living truth,
which men can achieve.
Why do you call us „hopeless youth“
being forced to live like thieves?
Being youngsters, ain't being gangsters.
Society's rim, is completely inside,
is completely within.
If there's no future, then society's done.
Your bargain is rubbish, your promise all wrong.
We'll make our own, before we are gone.
Being so young, our mind is strong.
We'll make a new money, of our own,
a bargain, a promise, for life to go on.
You may watch,
and might tend to believe,
that we must not do so,
being thieves.
But you may not fight, not interfere,
cause all your credits are gone,
your promises ended
all wrong, all wrong.
We're doing right,
don't cry out with fear.
Our bargain will flourish
and turn out all right.
Life will continue with all its might.
We'll make our own, before we're gone,
being so young our mind is strong.
(piano, sound module, vocals)
There is him and her and she,
but we are missing our we.
Ask the papers, ask the priest
did you see the missing beast?
Who has stolen our we?
Was it her or him or she?
Ask the parties, ask the schools,
who did make us turn to fools?
If we try to raise our voice,
someone tells us, what's the choice,
this or that and him or he,
while no where's showing our we.
Does it sleep in hopeful dreams?
Must not wake up! By no means?
Did we bury it inside?
Where is it hidden, why does it hide?
Did we sell it to the public,
which is rather ready made?
Who is making the republic?
If there's no we, who's is this state?
But if there is no one to blame,
then missing we is back again,
it's our speech less, crying shame.
Since we buried it inside,
it will live up with our pride.
© Gottlieb Twerdy
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(C-melody sax, piano)
(piano, duduk duo, vocals)
I'm not a little parasite,
no no, I'm a big one, I have might,
much much more You might imagine.
I'm going to tell You what to do,
so You will think, it's really fate,
or god, or state, or reason's sake,
or something else You couldn't fix,
because Your mind is narrow and shy.
Living in trouble You don't ask why.
So listen hard if I am speaking,
and first of all, stop raising Your head,
kind of You is to keep sneaking.
Don't let Your tongue go slip or wild,
ever stay modest, smooth and mild,
just do know nothing about might.
Instead, You better go on dreaming,
of coming paradise, preserved for You.
Not any creature there, will know a parasite
Just make sure of being too polite,
to even think of calling me,
what so ever You might like.
And then of course, stop thinking shit,
go find some job and raise a kid,
and do much harder every day.
Let's say,
I'm glad You understand, that much
I cannot lend my working money,
if profits don't make reason, such
as, per hundred, I need twenty, thirty bucks.
You will sign here, for twenty at least.
How to do it? Ha, so what? Go ask a priest!
How could I know?
I'm not knowing the mob.
Thus ain't my business,
I'm dealing with mercy,
how to make twenty,
that's only Your job.
(duduk duo, percussion)
(C-sax, soprano sax, piano)
(C-sax, soprano sax, piano, bass clarinet, vocals)
You don't know love, if You don't feel it.
You won't get rich, if You don't steel it.
You can't be nice for half the price,
and anyway,
You could not show, if otherwise.
So never worry, don't get stuck,
in sorrow, doubt or contradiction.
Cause all You need is faith in luck.
A saner system must stay fiction,
social habits only bring
trouble and friction.
A lonely hero You must be,
a wolfish sheep with utterly
flexible mind and bones and grin.
This is the way of win to win.
You will not need a situation,
because You've got an attitude.
You know the smell of fluctuation
and how to use it in Your youth.
In two decades You are expired,
so make Your treasure and retire
and keep in mind, that anyway
if trying otherwise, You will get fired.
(clarinets, percussion)
(piano, duduk, tenor sax, vocals)
When mankind came
I started bleeding
for reasons only man can know.
If You would listen
I could show,
that life and money
cannot match.
Life's purpose, no,
it ain't money feeding.
There is no heaven,
and no hell,
but only me,
and I must tell:
start doing else,
or leave this home
no one will realize,
if You're gone.
Life has been fine,
before You came
no no, it's not the money,
that's to blame,
but only You,
You're doing shame,
by selling life,
which can't be sold.
Cause it's with me,
it will grow old
as truly my companion.
You need not share
if You don't like,
being so proud
of all Your might.
Who's needing Men
and his odd sake?
Beware, this one
is a self made fate,
the very one,
You'll have to take.
(soprano sax, duduk duo, duclar, piano, vocals)
Why not believe in some more gods?
Ruling all things, like frogs or fogs,
might be too hard for one alone,
almighty yet, though like a stone,
stubborn men stays
full of reason of his own.
One god can't be enough
for all those duties,
which lie aghast,
forgotten by his former beauty,
namely that little Big Bang we admire
or even money,
which of course, was prior.
Have one more god, let's say,
for every little planet, where You may,
watch people stab each others back
and rob the things they want and lack.
All of them are lovely places
for any kind of ugly faces,
who spit and shout and hate each other
for being wrong a sister or brother,
or other reasons no one could know,
cause truly, remember, like already shown,
men stays full of reason of his own.
Or have one god, per galaxy at least.
This finally might work
for any atom there or beast.
Men, still ignoring then,
all other stars that glow,
will keep staying
full of reason of it's own.
Trust in Your reason, come what may,
god's mercy has to listen, follow and obey,
nothing else, than Your wishes and needs,
or human demands, or most precious ideas.
So all of them gods
will be meeting their duty
which finally is,
to be ending all fears,
such as to dye,
maybe due to less money
which rules the whole world
and all gods as well,
because long ago, it did conquer reason,
and for that single fault,
we will all go to hell.
(C-sax, piano)
© Gottlieb Twerdy
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The music needs to be purchased at providers of digital music.
Copyright © UsRulingUs 2016
(piano, soprano sax, vocals)
Hello nature, would You mind
if wasting a look?
Please be so kind,
even a short one would do
oh come on, hey You.
This is life calling,
indeed, life, as You can see,
it's really me.
I did come true,
cause finally
it was no one but You
who gave birth to me.
(piano, tenor recorder, vocals)
Having no eyes
I shall not see.
So then use mine.
I will make You see,
and listen, truly, I can tell
of course, yes, You can use as well
my ears, my voice,
my brain, my guts.
Stop it, that's no choice,
You are talking nuts.
Creating You, only this is true,
was merely done by a bad mistake.
So better stop disturbing
my ever unknown fate.
(piano, tenor recorder, vocals)
But my mind will go strong.
You will be knowing,
You can learn it all,
rather soon, it will be showing,
indeed before long.
No, You're doing wrong.
You are too proud,
Your talk is too loud.
You have to leave.
Others may grieve,
none of Your talks
shall be believed.
But there are no others,
we have no sisters or brothers.
How could You know?
only future will show.
There is no help in Your pleading.
Since life keeps proceeding
more honest folks will grow.
(piano, vocals)
So bye bye life, some first edition,
get rid of these ignoring fools,
making fuss with silly tools,
like money and machines,
while talking loud of recognition.
Away with life, that silly tailor
of reason and mind, it was a failure
only a fake, created by mistake,
attempting to use and master nature
for ridiculous reasons, for selfish a sake.
No no, please be more calm,
life is providing some charms.
Consider that, and remember
You could not argue,
if not keeping life's reason
as nature's most recent a member.
It is true Men's doing harm,
but otherwise, there is no doubt,
the same reason we are talking about
only life has developed
and arisen amongst us.
Your talking fuss.
Nature with reason
is like an eye behind glass.
But who gave You the eye?
You're using a present
if using this piece.
Not any life will bring back peace.
Life means nothing but struggle.
Nature without it stays without fault,
let us get rid of a freight thus fraught.
(piano, duclar) same lyrics
(piano, tenor recorder, vocals)
You are too harsh,
let's give it a a try.
As long as mind stays humble and shy,
and modest enough to respect us,
nature shall not be too tough.
So we might taste a bit longer
life and its – funny reasons
getting probably stronger.
(piano, tenor recorder, vocals)
How can You be so resisting
my precious mind and will,
while I am truly existing?
Now that You can see,
You have to be useful to me!
You're talking rubbish, to yourself.
Nature is me, I cannot be a tiny shell
for foolish power dreams of Yours.
Away with You,
leave us alone.
Can't put any spot of reason
into such a mind,
made out of stone.
(piano, duclar, vocals)
Have mercy, mercy!
We have learned our lesson,
truly, indeed.
No more water is left,
can't feed our breed!
Look how we bow,
being so much in need.
We do surrender, we bend our head,
You are so much stronger,
so You go ahead, do as You like
make other life – instead.
What a childish proposal.
How could You imagine
that we were waiting for You?
We did what You say, truly long ago.
Life's no longer depending on You,
or on Your reason,
thus selfish and of cruel a heat.
We'll only observe, but will not stop
Your final defeat.
So go ahead, just carry on
as You think
You might and should do,
but always remember,
there is no on there
to have mercy on You.
(piano, tenor recorder, vocals)
We have to admit
our system is wrong,
we ain't no more fit.
But since we can't change.
we both need to arrange.
Not any longer we are strong,
so please help us along.
You people are now kind of mean.
Your society is empty, it is clean
of any social elements.
What did You do to Your order?
Why did You skip reason,
and over what sort of a border?
We cannot say, we cannot see.
Our states no longer have power,
since money took it both and all.
Our believe is broken, due to lying,
we only feel that we are going to fall.
If so, then just keep on dying.
You can do as You may.
There's no need of Your reason,
other life along with nature will stay
merrily jumping and flying.
It's only You who decay.
(piano, duclar, vocals)
Hello nature, could You
please have mercy on us!
We promise, we will stop our fuss!
To do exactly what else?
We truly want to integrate,
if it's not too late,
to turn our fate.
This still is – opportunistic a talk.
But we won't argue with You
being used to
You're fraudulent, fraught.
Go stumbling ahead
from fault to fault.
(piano, soprano sax, duclar, vocals)
Listen people, listen folks
we did convince nature!
Don't ever listen to other talks!
Now and for ever,
in all our future,
nature must have mercy on us.
Such a final bargain was done,
any doubts shall vanish, stay gone.
We achieved that, so we can trust.
Our reason has won through,
being the only one
being true.
(clarinets, alto sax)
(clarinets, alto sax, vocals, percussion, piano)
Hey Darwin, listen, I can tell
I'm the fittest, biggest, strongest – at all scales
just didn't start – from top to tale.
So what the hell – all women can smell
just on first sight – no, faster than light
and it's working on me – like dynamite
to any of them - I need not tell,
no babies shall be – with a guy like me,
cause I'm the fittest, biggest – at all scales,
just didn't start - from top to tale.
But Darwin, listen, I can tell,
your theory can go to hell,
cause love is else – than being fit
it merely happens – and this is it.
Your big idea of being more fit,
it's only a breeders vanity shit.
No one is there to give life shape.
Life has its own ways – it's its own sake,
we are only inside it – to give and take.
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(piano, tenor sax, duclar)
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(piano, tenor sax, duclar)
(duduk duo, duclar, vocals)
We all need to know,
what's triple A plus
while all of us
are truly making and stashing away
lots of billions of hard working bucks,
which need to get invested on time,
on a hot spot, socially cleaned, political fine.
But where is such a proper, yeah, heavenly place,
if not to be found in inner or outer a space?
For them eager bucks to work, oh, so hard,
without leaving any doubtful a trace?
For precious billions to go on and last,
by growing much more faster than fast?
Relax, lean back, You even might go
on a holiday, or go to sleep, oh so well
because You can trust, as we all know,
triple A plus, yes, it will tell, it will show.
Though, there is a minor problem,
indeed, some little awful fuss, which is,
let's think about, hmm, namely how,
yes, cause, indeed – if all of us
were doing nothing, but the very same,
like taking part in only an investor's game,
who's going then, and this is the fuss
to work and make true - triple A plus?
But of course, someone already knew,
no, a proper god must have known in advance,
so he provided a really lucky circumstance
which is, namely, that only some selected few
with billions of them bucks can do.
(piano, duclar)
© Gottlieb Twerdy
Titles that show no text are instrumental.
The lyrics are free as long as the source is named, but shall not be changed without my permission.
Because I can not read or write music, all music is improvised, played and produced by me, so there is no written notes or music.
The music needs to be purchased at providers of digital music.
Copyright © UsRulingUs 2016
