ARTIFICIAL SHEEP
ACT Music, 2021
CRIMES THAT BRING ME JOY (by jelena kuljić)
it’s easier to believe fiction than real life …
my kitchen, my chair, my smoke, my spare
time, all my windows I’ve prepared
am I free or wasting myself ? –
I don’t want to ask today.
I don’t wanna think of the end of this world
huddled on the sofa with sunday shows
fill up my mind with pictures from the other side
this is my favorite hide
I wanna be where the force is with me
being like water – that is the key
in deadpool I swim, vendetta still wins
dragon is lost on mullholand drive
it’s shining through me god-fatherly
and keeps me away through the day
from cloudy windows of reality
I wanna see the crime
but not in real life
be kind rewind, and on and on
skip this part, go back
again, press pause
I cry and die then smile cause I
live made up desire tv and I
where is the middle – this is the riddle
we’ve lost the measure
and all the pleasure
the only treasure now lies in the other window
I cry and die then smile cause I
live made up desire tv and I
SHEPHERD (by jelena kuljić)
blessed is one who in the times of urgency
and haze
shepherds the weak through the valley of science
that saves us from bias
lost is he who in the name of liberty
and big numbers
shepherds the weak through the valley of blindness
the valley of the mindless
out of work, out of sorts, armed with nothing but digital flows
lonely brain in pain, in vain is forging the key for all entries
a simple code for a complex mode
life in denial in mistrust and fear, the truth becomes conspiracy here
evil powers, dark global elites, growing forces get their treats
the satanic panic – sometimes organic,
QAnon, pizzagate, illuminati turned into fate
a strain of madness arises out of thin air, easy answer has a firm flair
it feeds the scheme of an algorithm dream, behind the curtain there’s always
a gleam.
neither explained nor contained, the fantasy is free to go on a spree
to welcome the chosen, apostle of deception,
the one that is frozen in his misconception of the world.
global network of the blockheads
spreads around it’s utter nonsense
facebook, twitter nerds are all around us
check the facts, check the facts!
pollution of fear and blame bears the endless calamity
what the fuck?!
there’s always be somebody who is ready to be cheated
please don’t crack!
brave is one who in the face of ignorance
and deceit
shepherds the weak through the valley of science
the valley of science
reason, where are you ?
saneness, where are you ?
E-MAJOR PEACE (by jelena kuljić)
there will be times when I’ll be ready to fight,
and times when I will hope for my own defeat at the end
there will be
days for decisions and nights for awakenings,
and hours filled with the longest minutes of doubts
but now I just wanna live in some harmony,
some beautiful e – major extended to eternity
we try to keep in mind
to understand that we don’t understand our different worlds.
it’s hard, still happens
to fall into the same old trap.
we sigh…
trying to share our points of view
but very soon we realize it’s not gonna be a break through
but we try, and we sigh…
love, shouts, and a bit of tears
„the last time“ –promising again and again
we do learn but way too slow
how not to care
how not to care
please let’s go back
to that e-major brake
MISS STRESS (by jelena kuljić)
“her development, her freedom, her independence, must come from and through herself.” – Emma Goldman
accept the facts – it’s not in your hands
she is coming and she is coming fast
you can’t deny – she’s not a lie
she’s hurricane strong, I’ll come along
“wake up!”, she says – “shame, we still have to fight for this thing”
touch me don’t touch me love me or leave me
respect me and take me but only if I say so
you’ll lose for sure if you don’t play by my rules
cos i know that I can choose, oh, I know that I can use
everything nature gave me to celebrate my self.
I never enjoy your walls
the limits you put around me
you can not hold me, can not control me
it’s best for you to support me
you know, in my world I keep my voice,
you don’t rip the words out of my mouth
I have a choice to show you my teeth, my tits, my ties
whenever I choose I wanna burn
cause in my world you don’t steal my song
I ‘ll sing my life in my own key
I have a choice to show you my hate, my love, my pain
whenever I choose I wanna burn
my own life I will conceive
decide weather to stay or to leave
since I had ages to practice patience and silence,
and knowing I can with stamina stronger than a man can ever have
for I was saving my talents, power and brain for this all along
if I wanna be shrill it’s my free will
former second class citizen
in this yard full of cocks
I’m the fastest and loudest hummingbird
you just have to pay me what I deserve
I am the revolution that I was waiting for
OFFICER KD 6-3.7 (by jelena kuljić)
I think I am fading away. am I ?
salvation is crumbling as soon as you touch it
what am I exactly? who can tell me?
what kind of feeling is this? maybe disappointment?
I am the killing machine
a machine, a killing machine
yet there are doubts
silvery clouds running through my bones
running through my cells
system of cells
within my shell
I shall be acting
not thinking
computing, delivering,
not wanting – that’s human, too human
interlink-interlink…
repeat your base line, repeat your base line
repeat your base line, repeat your base
I am not a program
I don’t know if I can feel it
no matter which role you choose
you will certainly lose
cause you are a virus
and I am a cure
no cells to infect for you any more
you’ll be destroyed to your very core
no underground
for you to hide
no matter how very hard you try
this scene is not wide
enough for you
find, lock, destroy – that’s my due
interlink within cells
interlink within cells
is there pain in this task?
you call it pain
for me it’s just a glitch
just like a stitch
I’m feeling from most of the time
its bleeding my being
my software is breaking
my software is failing
It is my prime dive into this mind of mine
should I rejoice
for not being human
since I can’t call myself evil
and there’s nothing like upheaval
for me in this life or next
my mainframe depends on you
my mainframe depends on you
how to know if it’s fear too human
if it’s self-doubt a glitch
questions in dialogue with myself
love anger happiness hate sadness
I don’t know if I feel it
please modify me
ERASERHEAD IN THE CITY (by kalle kalima)
carrot legs, eraserhead
he´s got purple around his eyes
don´t ask he doesn’t know his name
he attended the 80th birthday party of mr fizzeck and had a few drinks in october 2019
now there is a gap of 30 years – well, where was he all that time?
this is what he remembers from his old life:
some one saying “make america great again”, owning an bmw suv
worrying about waves, and his wife saying:
don´t worry about making waves, that is what the moon does all the time and every one loves it,
don´t worry about making waves
disguised, fat on the bones
he´s got yellow on his lips
don´t ask he doesn’t know the day,
there was an explosion and silence
monk playing “evidence”
there was a black dog following him day and night
some one saying a man can run and hide for years but not from himself.
he remembered also eating meat every day and flying
over the ocean more than 30 times
a man can run and hide for years but not from himself
wondering what and who
he used to be in 2019
spending the last 30 years in coma dreams
wondering what and whom
he used to see in 2019
is he daydreaming or is the rabbit real
wondering what and who
he used to be in 2019
spending the last 30 years in coma dreams
he has holes within his mind
he´s got nothing that he wants to find
he´s just an eraserhead
weary eyes donkey legs
it´s all about to end
don’t ask he doesn’t know when
open smile, monkey dive
he´s got the moves all right
don’t ask he couldn’t say why
hourglass (by kale kalima)
we were watching how firestorms get out of hand
we were watching how smoke and flames eat the land
bodies burned to coal, still holding hands
burned down corpses embracing life
how sweet it is to die together
how sad it is to die alone
even castles can be burned down
and cities will disappear after a meltdown
the double-headed snake rules the land
there is no recall you’re memories are erased
no sound nor song after sun has burned us down
how sweet it is to die together
how sad it is to die alone
time flows and runs out of the land
time flies and runs out of my hands
hourglass – sand will pass through you
hourglass – sand will pass through you
BOOK OF NIHIL (by kale kalima)
If it’s your final song whose tune would you sing ?
scream your final scream, sing your jungle song
in the jungle there are many beasts that want to eat you
they are hungry, they are fast
you should be careful, you should be faster than them
one never sleeps well in the jungle
in the jungle there are many beasts that want to eat you
they are hungry, they are fast
every crack every sound could be your worst enemy
no one has friends, we are always alone, on our own
we are always afraid of every crack of every sound
„you’re not to think you are anything special.
you’re not to think you are as good as we are.
you’re not to think you are smarter than we are.
you’re not to imagine yourself better than we are.
you’re not to think you know more than we do.
you’re not to think you are more important than we are.
you’re not to think you are good at anything.
you’re not to laugh at us.
you’re not to think anyone cares about you.
you’re not to think you can teach us anything“
(Law of Jante, Axel Sandemose)
if it’s your final song whose tune would you sing ?
scream your final screams,
sing your jungle blues
sing your jungle song, king of the lions
sing your…
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
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