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I'm not home
03:18
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Waving in a sea of haze I found myself right here
since the route I joined had disappeared
I am not home
Everything I took for granted and I know for sure,
soon became unlikely and obscure
my house is so far away, or so it does seem now
I want to run away I don’t know how
I am not home, I’m not there
I don’t feel at ease at all
I just can’t find my mind
when I weep or when I’m yawn
I’m not home, feeling sad
I don’t know what’s going on
I’m not home, I’m not glad, I’m so sad.
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2. |
The engineer's wife
03:38
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The engineer's wife has spoken now
words of wisdom or somehow
she's the only one who knows about life
she's so proud to be an engineer's wife
Stoning everyone who's gotta be stoned
knowing everything that's to be known
pontificating 'bout
niggers
The engineer lies on his bed again
punchin 'his head every now and then
bedsores on his butt and back
waiting for his next headache attack
Wifey lovingly provides
feeding him on his bedside
while he is
screaming
The engineer's wife makes another attempt
of glaring at the black guy with contempt
husband always feels the pain
and also the water in his brain
Look into the vacuum of her eyes
hope she will stop with all those lies
outside it's
raining
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3. |
Wild mountain fennel
02:31
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Wild mountain fennel in an ancient roman town
crops are growing all around
grass snakes and vipers they are crawling on the ground
where old foundations have been found
in the wild mountain fennel
Too many people have been walking here before
oh too many battles and wars
nothing remaining of the horrors and laments
all you can feel is the scent
of the wild mountain fennel
Wild mountain fennel in an ancient roman town
crops are growing all around
and while wind is blowing and the flowers are in bloom
olfactory cells feel the perfume
of the wild mountain fennel
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4. |
Jules and Lillian
02:07
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Jules loves weapons
he would like
stabbing niggers
with a knife
Lil's a christian
loves the sky
she likes niggers
when they die
Jules and Lillian
live their lives
they hate niggers
they know why
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5. |
Another song about fog
02:40
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And then came time to go so we got on the car
and drove our way home
and we found we got lost in a labyrinth
of mule tracks and non-roads
The sky was black, the mist was tight
and the night was dark and cold
so we got off the car and looked for light
nothing was to be told
And a man with a cloak came out of the fog
and gave us some mulled wine
looking around us, feeling at ease
everything was doin' fine
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6. |
Cricket Joe
02:35
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Cricket Joe says you have to
wish upon five stars in the sky
screaming to an angry mob
spitting out his tonsils to cry
Ol'man Joe he wants more
than somebody laughing at his jokes
'cos he's not a comedian anymore
and his Word it ain't no stupid hoax
Come on you gotta believe
hurry up and buy dvd's
Cricket Joe he's glad no more
'cos somebody doubts what he says
fucking everybody off
tearing his bundle of his
Joe is in trouble but he
will always sting like a bee
Joe's still leading something like
an army of rabid retarded
his energy is almost gone
but his money it won't be discarded
Joe's leaving room for the young
saying that one is worth one
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The plotter
02:33
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“… a plotter looked at the sky
it never seemed so bright there
he plots all the day, he shot JFK,
he's the one behind chemtrails
He went into space
he fooled human race about moon landing
how could it be so?
And for what you know he could be an alien
Plot plot plot plot”
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8. |
Depressed
02:37
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Well I don't wanna go out nor see the morning light
because I just found out that today I don't feel right
I can't wake up, can't get upset, can't be just fine
well I think I just arrived at the end of the line
You can try to talk to me or invite me to a show
I cannot speak a sound, all I ever say is “no”
I'm feeling tired, just want to lie in my lonely bed
sleeping deep all day long is the closest thing to death
I hate my town I hate myself I hate my shoes I hate my hair
I hate my house I hate my mom I hate my dad and I hate you
don't want to wipe the tears away 'cos I'm too lazy
don't want to get off of my bed I only want to be
Depressed
I wanna die
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9. |
Thinkin' of death
01:49
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I'm thinking of death – when body putrifies
that's when your relatives cry
death, it comes suddenly
it also could be motherly
I'm thinking of death – everyone knocks on wood
this could happen in your neighborhood for sure
it won't answer to anyone
and takes us all one by one
Death will come for me
death will come for you
there's nothing such as sure
I'm thinking of death – I hope you're doin'it too
but we don't have to be so blue
it's been so long since life's been cruel
that's what I say now
I'm thinking of death
-'you thinking of wot?'
I'm thinking of death
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10. |
Hey, Sunset Dave!
04:36
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Dear man, this is I
how about you? Hope you're doing fine
it's just another day, there ain't much more to say
and you are far away
You see, nothing's changed
too much to rearrange
all I do is making use, and I miss all of our booze
sometimes I have the blues
Someday we'll fly so high
walrus' already riding in the sky
we'll meet oh pretty soon, and we're gonna ride it too
we're gonna ride it too
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The first time I met the Walrus
seems now like a dream
I was young and raucous
I was only 17
Partying in a soaking pond
where the water was no more
it just came into my life and our
friendship started for sure
Gave me wings to fly
still I'm flying high
Some friends introduced us
and we had a real big time
even if some said the Walrus' friendship
was a crime
The first time I met the Walrus
it was so long ago
now I'm too much older
and I soon will let it go
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12. |
Lead me, Walrus
02:23
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Shady hazes are good to ride
when the Walrus is by my side
lead me, Walrus, carry me
to the tower, is where we will be
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13. |
The Ancient Gentle Tower
02:10
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We have been walking to every hole
we have been digging, trying to reach our goal
searched every corner of this mean old world
Let’s go, let’s go to the Ancient Gentle Tower
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14. |
A path through haze
04:15
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Well in the middle of this way of life
on the road we're bound upon
I found myself in a misty place where the right track was lost and gone
yeah, I wandered and I searched for a way out there
but then I realized I was really going nowhere
Gotta find a path through haze
Deeply into a Dantesque dream
I came across a jog
suddenly to my surprise a figure came out of the fog
yeah, I asked his name but I knew it all before
he said “my name's the Walrus and there's gonna be much more”
Should I find a path through haze?
should I find a path through haze and
forget my way back home?
So, as I saw nothing
because the fog was too much tight
I heard somebody call my name and the voice I heard was right
yeah, I knew I could not feel lost in this place
then we laughed on loud, me, the Walrus and Sunset Dave
Don't wanna find a path through haze
don't wanna find a path through haze, I'll
forget my way back home
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CHOW Bologna, Italy
CHOW are a three piece band from Bologna. CHOW are 2/3 The Tunas (garage-psych-paisley nerds from 2003-2012 R.I.P.) and 1/3 The Classmates (Bologna's own powerpop pride). CHOW like (in no particular order): eating, Blue Cheer, Screaming Trees, cooking, old punk rock records, autumn on the hills, Birdmen Of Alkatraz, flannel, psychedelic stuff. ... more
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