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