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M.I.C.U.I.S.A. 37% LYRICS
"Beta" (2004 Demo)
1. Song Of Myself
2. Baghdad Blog
3. Lands Of Silence
4. Nothing Under The Sun
5. The Planet Of Castaways
1. Song Of Myself
I am not a bit tamed, I am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world
The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any
on the shadow'd wilds
It coaxes me to the vapor and dusk.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. (x4)
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me
at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
I stop somewhere waiting for you
2. Baghdad Blog
Welcome to the market of the cut off heads
Do you like the movie? It's on Internet
They know that you are people of "voyeurs"…
The '91 war was a videogame
Many many lights that weren't flames
But something says to me that we are the same
We have embargoes and you have Wall Street
We have dictators and you have the lobbies
We have the Koran and you have TV
Human rights are the stupid fable of west
You can use them to be the best
You can use them in the name of all the rest
Let's buy your fear, it's your black gold,
Let's buy your reasons or you're alone
Let's buy your race, your mission impossible
Let's buy a Bible to become a WASP
Let's buy your world outside the door
Let's buy your enemies: from bollocks to war
Human rights are the stupid fable of west
You can use them to be the best
You can use them in the name of all the rest
3. Lands Of Silence
There is a time to born and a time to burn
A time to run away and a time to return
Expired times, the bombs are falling near
A time to riot and a time to hear
A time to write fast and a time to feel
No man' s lands, the bombs are falling here
Everything is good if a land mine kills
We see the terrorists but the soldiers are normality
There is a time to look inside the things
There is a time where we are no more linked
All that I've had, all that I've lived
And hundreds of slaveries
Everything is good if a land mine kills
We see the terrorists but the soldiers are normality
There is a time to born and a time to burn
A time to run away and a time to return
All that I've had, all that I've lived
And hundreds of slaveries
4. Nothing Under The Sun
You know the world has a body
From stars to sand, and in between there are goings and returns,
The knowledge kills eternity
Numbers, dates, prices simulate a rebirth
The words are postcards to nothing
It's better to create a God to impose them a value
Our remains, our remains, they won't be enough to reconstruct (x2)
Are we falling into history to leave it?
Centuries, they are against us
Millions of deads don't give us a meaning neither more nor less than a breath
We'll be toys for trippers, money for business and all the pain will be off
Our remains, our remains, they won't be enough to reconstruct (x2)
Are we falling into history to leave it?
The present, it can be a Gulliver's trip
There are days that can be equal to twenty full years
And twenty years that can be equal to one single day
Like a broken sandglass
I'm the answer
Shall I've got my tears?
Iron Curtain's here
All I need to save myself
All I need to wait the death
All I need to hear the bell
All I need is all I scream
I know that I've run in a siege
From Sarajevo library to Mostar bridge
And every word is my simple NOT
And every choice is my rebel TNT
5. The Planet Of Castaways
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