LAMPEDUSA LULLABY

ACT Music, 2018

 

IMPOSSIBLE (by kalle kalima)

eastern, western nothing new under the sun

but a fruit eating tree

or not?

northern, southern you can go round ’n’ around the world

why can’t you find a law

that is just as long as humans rules here

 

eastern, western, we are all just one

everyone staring at the sun

or not?

northern, southern you can go round ’n’ around the world

why can’t you find a church

which is holy as long as humans pray there.

 

’cos it is impossible, we are impossible.

 

i am you are he and she is we are you are they are it is  I am you are he and she

is we are you are they are I am you are he is she is we are you are they are I am

and we are all impossible

 

 

LAMPEDUSA LULLABY (by essi kalima)

take me off the shore, there’s no easy ending for this tale.

swim right by my side and keep your eyes open wide.

time was running out and the wind shouting loud for me.

do you see the ocean queen diving deep down, down?

 

count the heads on the ocean queen,

she’s my one and only sometimes troubled and lonely,

i’m on ocean queen,

she’s my one and only as we struggle through cold ocean streams.

 

paid the fee, a thousand dollars, for an endless journey through the night

over black-eyed sea in a boat called the ocean queen.

it was filled with human cargo, all alone, worthless to see,

lost before you even dare to think about the rest.

 

count the heads on the ocean queen,

she’s my one and only, sometimes troubled and lonely.

i’m on ocean queen,

she’s my one and only

as we struggle through cold ocean streams.

 

Movements on the surface reflect the shallow light

Movements on the surface reflect the shallow life

 

 

SCREAM (by jelena kuljić)

it’s hard to believe that such medieval freaks still could exist

but you asshole you are the proof that we’re truly doomed.

 

Do you hear me? I hate you, hater.

Try to read, try to learn something new.

Do you hear me, do you?

 

just go away. please go back to your hole and keep your spite to your self

get your bloody ass out of here or I’ll call the girls!

 

this was the first thought when I felt you

then I realized that we need to help you

 

did you become such a hater out of your personal frustration?

do you feel that your social identity is taken away from you,

stolen away from you?

 

are you getting totally confused by non traditional sex roles?

our culture has come this far you were once alone but here we are.

 

are you just afraid of losing your masculinity?

don’t worry, we’ll do you right until you see your moral hypocrisy .

 

and that’s why you should come over. we’ll show you a good time, baby

we’ll show you how sweet it can be: lips, tongues and limbs feel so free

same gender, two or three.

 

oh, you poor thing, it’s not gonna happen

arm yourself now, cause this is the war!

 

 

ON THE MOUNTAIN (by kalle kalima)

down in the valley where everything is green

I heard you singing and someone had seen you

down in the valley where everything is green

and I heard you sing.

 

on the mountain I’m always alone

just crickets and goats hear my moan

one day I’ll climb down into the valley

where everything is green, everything is green.

 

up on the mountain where everything is gray

I heard you singing and someone had seen you

down in the valley everything is green

and I heard you sing.

 

I go down in the valley, and down in the valley

down in the valley, please come up to the mountain,

come up to the mountain, and down in the valley

and down in the valley and you go up to the mountain.

today I climb down…

 

today I climb down into the valley

where everything is green, everything is green,

everything is green not gray

but green and juicy fruits

are shimmering in sunlight

it’s not grey nor black nor brown

 

 

CROSSING BORDER IN A MILK TRUCK (by jelena kuljić)

miles of thoughts are passing away

a fear that he is driving astray

but still he feels he’s breaking the day

 

leaving the only ground that he knows

that old land that has kept him enclosed

haunting the chance to be what he is.

 

unfamiliar signs show him the way

 

the air is stagnant but he’s breathing in

he’s rejecting his gray narrow skin

 

the Sun is loosing its bliss between the shadows.

displaced person.

he was never so alone. yet this is the only place he would like to be.

lost in the country where everything is made for you to find the way home.

the way to what?! the hope is fading out, and in and out.

miles of nothingness, air and gasoline, air and surfeit of struggle.

wanna go out, wanna go out.

the milk truck is rolling, taking him further away from his old waste.

 

this is the only place for him to be – on the other shore of Baltic sea.

 

wishes, dreams and fears are melting with the flying pictures of the frozen sunflower fields.

and his past is becoming a slideshow from someone else’s life.

why should anybody struggle to live what he is?

why should anybody suffer to be what he is?

 

are you sure that you can make it? you’re too weak for that, admit it.

why would you think you are ready? you are anxious and unsteady.

pockets empty, eyelids heavy, this whole action might be nasty…

think again before it’s too late, it’s not enough now just to have fate.

 

 

he can’t see the end of the road

the truck is rolling and so are the Stones

once again “time is on my side”…

 

miles of thoughts are passing away,

a fear that he is driving astray

but still he knows he’s breaking the day…

 

 

ABOUT DEATH (by kalle kalima)

When you die they put you in a wooden black box

you are peaceful now there are no worries, the brain has stopped

 

prayers will be read by a priest at one o clock

at two coffee and cake at widows house all are sad

 

today we cry for dead lovers

but tomorrow life goes on for others

 

when lovers die their hearts come apart

a good man can live a long time with a half of a heart

before he dies him self

now I have been searching for a hearth of gold

that keeps me from growing old

 

where is my soul after death some are asking

a child told me how it goes it was some how comforting

your soul rises to a flower growing at the grave

the sun gives it warmth, an oak tree gives it comfort and shade

 

life keeps on racing

escape deaths embracing

no worries the brain has stopped

 

 

MY EYES ARE BLIND (by jelena kuljić)

I walk inside of you beneath the blue

transparent, open and clear, unfamiliar sphere

your core’s close enough to wake me up

to fill endless space of this ardent place

 

your sway is above my old doubts and lows

above all my fears, fleeted dreams, come on and walk with me.

 

with every step we make we notice it’s all fake

instead of pure happiness comes just emptiness

the sky is sinking down we’re about to drown

recall is what remains I’m loosing my sweet chains

 

and I look back for the last time before the blinds are sealed

the only thought I have right now is: take your debris away from here!

 

like so many times I’am lingering here with so much passion for tears

deleting the traces of delight from my mind

my eyes are starting to enjoy being blind

 

we loved each other in those days, o my beautiful one,
how I hate you right now!
ah ! away with you, my heart! we shall be smashed !

it’s nothing : I am here ; I am still here.

 

and my eyes are blind, and my eyes are blind

I just wanna dream, I don’t wanna change

I compose myself, I am cooling off

I am hanging loose, I recline, repose

 

and simmering down, and my eyes are blind

I’ve better things to do : talking to the walls

I don’t wanna learn, I don’t wanna change

I am cooling off but my eyes are blind

 

the lights are fading, delight disolves into shading

no, it’s nothing I’m here, I’m still here

 

 

THANK YOU ICELAND (by jelena kuljić)

thank you iceland

thank you for the sugarcubes and sigur ros

thank you iceland

for no standing army, thank you so much, iceland

 

bless you iceland

for Gunnarsson and Tobbi Björnson, thank you, blondies

the polar daylight, the solar playlight

blue eyes like the open sky.

 

thank you iceland

for the gorgeous Kvennalista, for the Pirates

thank you iceland

for Jóhanna Sigurðardóttir, we are on your side

 

we thank the dome of vulcan ash

that hides you from the dirty splash

the clones, the drones, the restless slide,

invesments of the martian tide

 

hanging around we hope for someone

to fix that snag, get rid of the drag

floating around in the plastic sound

we’re just killing time getting high in a matrix of lies

iceland we’re bound the sulfur

distill us to spirit things under the stars

now it’s for sure

we live in a simulated universe that’s gonna burst

let’s drink with the elves first.

 

 

the future looked nice in the past

but young desires never last

the glitch is hitched and we’re inside

investment of the martian tide

 

 

WE WATCH THEM FALL (by kalle kalima)

ministers and preachers as popes and cardinals

we watch them fall

teachers of morals who have sinned themselves

we watch them fall

children at their camps are dying like flies

we watch them fall

helpers take aid to be punished later

we watch them fall

 

some unjust, and some are just

we watch them fall

 

it is simple gravity

we watch them fall into the silent hall

 

we turn on the gas as we are told to do by them

 

tyrants and kings as fathers of nations

we watch them fall

they are the food of the next revolution

we watch them fall

children at the camp are dying like flies

Wwe watch them fall

helpers take the aid and will be punished later

we watch them fall

 

some unjust, and some are just

we watch them fall

 

it is simple gravity

we watch them fall into the silent hall

 

we turn on the gas as we are told to do by them

 

 

 

SEX GEGEN ESSEN

SHOEBILL MUSIC, 2013

 

 

SEX GEGEN ESSEN (by jelena kuljić)

ich vermute schon, dass du mich doch ein bisschen magst,

meinst du nicht, dass du meine mahlzeit jetzt geniessen kannst?

Ich scwöre dir ich werde hier sehr vergnügt

alles dafür tun

für ein bisschen zuneigung deiner seits.

 

da wir ewigkeit sowieso für die einsamkeit haben können

lass uns ein paar stunden für immer zusammen bleiben, oh

in dieser nacht könnten wir die gemütlichkeit

der partnerschaft erleben,

dachte ich.

 

wussten sie bei etwa tausend spezies gibt’s nur weibchen

sie vermehren sich ohne mänchen.

 

sex gegen essen

sex gegen essen

in der liebe geht es vermutlich um ein tauschgeschäft

 

in den zeiten bevor das individuum die welt versäumt hat,

wo die einfachkeit der bedürfnisse regiert hat

hättest du mir niemals “nein” sagen können, oh, oh,

du, miststück der modernen welt.

 

 

AGAINST WINTER (by charles simic)

the truth is dark under your eyelids.

what are you going to do about it?

the birds are silent; there’s no one to ask.

all day long you’ll squint at the gray sky.

(when the wind blows you’ll shiver like straw.)

 

a meek little lamb you grew your wool

till they came after you with huge shears.

flies hovered over open mouth,

then they, too, flew off like the leaves,

the bare branches reached after them in vain.

 

winter coming. like the last heroic soldier

of a defeated army, you’ll stay at your post,

head bared to the first snow flake.

till a neighbor comes to yell at you,

you’re crazier than the weather, Charlie

 

 

LOUSY DAY (by jelena kuljić)

the stars are falling behind his back

spirit is crawling melting into air

his bevy just flew away

 

ungrateful place

 

he sees everything he is

and all the things he would like to be

 

with his head full of cloudy thoughts

clamor wins the space

he’s choosing not heaving a choice

and stays behind the doors

 

no, he can’t hear us, can you hear me ?

 

that’s all he thinks he knows

and the only thing he can live today, this lousy day

 

what a lousy day

what a filthy play

 

 

DREAMFOOD (by kalle kalima)

they came in the morning light when I wasn´t prepared

when I touched them, they disappeared but now they know where we sleep

 

they got a crazy look in their seven eyes

but they do you know harm if they get in your dream

 

don´t be scared, it doesn´t hurt too much they just want our dreams

they collect them in a small red box and watch them in the dark

 

if you touch them they vanish in the air

in scarborough fair you might find them

it´s your dreams that they want to share

in scarborough fair they´ll be waiting

 

coffee and cigarettes take me through the night

i keep on walking round the circle to keep them out of sight

 

people don´t listen to me although I try to tell

now I stay awake, I cannot wait to wish them farewell

 

 

TRACES (by winnie brücker)

as traces made of sand

that lose their

weight

in distance

 

as whisper in my hand

that like a

feather trembles down

 

to the ground

kept in some

old

fairytale

pale

 

as lips that lost their sense

of meaningful

resistance

 

what if my sun descends

if you could

see me how I’m lost

 

in some old

fairytale

how I fall

down

how

 

the rest of my defense

is crumbling

in silence

 

 

STASIAS BÄNDE (by h. müller)

imperial orgy

the vatican swindle

a season in hell

death in venice

anathema

a hero of our time

the tragic sense of life

the devil’s dictionary

november boughs

 

mit dem rücken lehnt er sich gegen

ein paar auserlesene bände

die stasia bei und deponiert hat

bei uns deponiert hat

bevor sie ins irrenhaus ging

 

beyond the pleasure principle

the mysterious stranger

the great god pan

peter whiffle

the little flowers

the travels of marco polo

the song of biblis

unknown life of jesus

crock of gold

 

nur ein einzige lüge

metaphysics of sex

 

 

QUEEN OF BANKS AND STONES (by b. kavanah)

the bicycles go by in twos and threes

there´s a dance in brennan´s barn tonight,

and there´s the half-talk code of mysteries

and the wink-and-elbow language of delight.

half-past eight and there is not a spot

upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown

that might turn out a man or woman, not

a football tapping the secrecies of stone

 

i have what every poets hates in spite

of all the solemn talk of contemplation.

oh, alexander selkirk knew the plight

of being king and government and nation.

a road, a mile of kingdom, i am queen

of banks and stones and every blooming thing

 

 

DOBRO JUTRO (by jelena kuljić)

svesna da je poslednja ove noći ostala

konačno i najlepša sebe samu prigrlila

stope same vode jutru podsećajući

da sav prostor ostaje još neko vreme tu

samo njena postelja noćas malo hladnija

nešto novo smisliće što joj želju pokreće

 

doručak je spremila novi dan već osmislila

plan je prost i realan, svaki sekund jako bitan

gvakamole, sezam pasta, sveže povrće

tim početkom novog dana mnogo učiniće

sreća ju je pratila konačno je shvatila

jedina i najlepša i ovog dana je ostala

 

 

TALKING TO LITTLE BIRDIES (by charles simic)

not a peep out of you now

after the bedlam early this morning.

are you begging pardon of me

hidden up there among the leaves,

or are your brains momentarily overtaxed?

 

you savvy a few things I don’t:

the overlooked sunflower seed worth a holler;

the traffic of cats in the yard;

strangers leaving the widow’s house,

tieless and wearing crooked grins.

 

or have you got wind of the world’s news?

some new horror I haven’t heard about yet?

which one of you was so bold as to warn me,

our sweet setup is in danger?

 

kids are playing soldiers down the road,

pointing their rifles and playing dead.

little birdies, are you sneaking wary looks

in the thick foliage as you hear me say this?

 

this fence that I put around you

worked for all this years

now the good thoughts are with somebody else

and the colors of our days fading away

no matter how I try I can’t believe in us

let me go and save your time

just give your world to someone new

there’s nothing I can do

there’s nothing you can say for us no more