We play our flutes of chinese silk with western music
We play silently our silly chinese computer games made in China
We do love to laugh when they speak of cloud formations made in China
Because we are golden clouds covering the eyes of Tibet
Said a friend of mine made in China
So, let´s pretend Tibet is a computer game made in China
So, let´s paint ourselves with chinese fog to cover tibetan eyes
So let´s dance naked in front of tibetan freedom made in China
So, let´s pretend Tibet is a computer game made in China
Said a friend of mine made in China
Tibet is a distant ship filled with the sound of our breathing
But soon it will be sleeping, soon it will be rising, soon it will be
Arising from our dark chinese sun in a silly chinese place
In a silly chinese place really made in really made in China
Said a friend of mine made in China
We do play our flutes of capitalist silk with western music
We do love cancering people from Tibet with western eyes
So let´s dance naked in front of tibetan freedom made in China
So, let´s pretend computer games are the real world made in China
Said a friend of mine made in China
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
LIVE AND LET ME KILL, O MY BROTHERS!
Yes, I am a saint, a myth, a mystery.
Yes, I am a myth. Live and let me kill, o my brothers.
This world seems strange, it defies logic.
This moon is remarkably vast, o my brothers.
This is real happiness and everything seems perfect.
Is Bush a Ufo, a mystery?
This world seems strange, it defies logic.
Although we seem to float in an unfamiliar place
the situation is not likely to improve.
You must never give up for there is
nothing to fear. Kill and let me live, o my brothers.
I am a sea captain intimidated by my myth.
I am infatuated with peter, o my brothers.
I am infatuated with peter pan, o my love.
This moon is remarkably vast, o my brother Allah.
If in an unfamiliar place suddenly comes
an idea to my mind, just one, I say I am a saint.
I am infatuated with peter pan, o my love.
Yes, I am a saint, a myth, a mystery.
Just kill and let me live, o my brothers.
Although we seem to float where
no one has been before death is light and
night is filled with the sound of your
breathing, o my brother peter pan.
Is Bush a saint, a Ufo, a mystery?
Although he seems to float in an unfamiliar
place, going crazy is still a possibility.
Demons like him with nothing to live for
seem nervous, they defy logic.
Why can´t death be the light of humanity?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
I, FIDEL GUEVARA CIENFUEGOS DE CASTRO
President Bush has the body of a classic statue. He leaves me unexplicably happy. He asks me to bring his whisky to bed.
And if i scream without explanation is just because he is already married.
When I was younger I fought against the devils who exploited my people. Mrs.Revolution was a lovely nude girl with sparkling diamond breasts. She used to ask me to bring her whisky to bed. She was sweet an attractive.
When I was younger I fought against the devils who exploited my people. Mrs.Revolution was a lovely nude girl with sparkling diamond breasts. She used to ask me to bring her whisky to bed. She was sweet an attractive.
And if I screamed without explanation was just because I knew I was Her enemy.
President Bush is attractive and sweet. And because we have no common sense, he makes me tired. Yes, I feel this is the right way to do things.
President Bush is attractive and sweet. And because we have no common sense, he makes me tired. Yes, I feel this is the right way to do things.
And if i scream without explanation is just because we are not married yet.
When I was younger Mrs. Revolution used to leave me unexplicably happy, as if nothing else mattered. I was El Comandante, and Che Guevara and Camilo Cienfuegos were lovely nude girls with sparkling diamond breasts who loved Her.
When I was younger Mrs. Revolution used to leave me unexplicably happy, as if nothing else mattered. I was El Comandante, and Che Guevara and Camilo Cienfuegos were lovely nude girls with sparkling diamond breasts who loved Her.
And if I screamed without explanation was just because I knew I was their enemy.
Then came the Bay of Pigs invasion; then came labor camps which confined "social deviants" including homosexuals; then came american embargo, my greatest ally. That´s why I`ve made Iove to all american presidents. Yes, we felt this was the right way to do things.
Then came the Bay of Pigs invasion; then came labor camps which confined "social deviants" including homosexuals; then came american embargo, my greatest ally. That´s why I`ve made Iove to all american presidents. Yes, we felt this was the right way to do things.
And because we have no common sense, mutual seduction is more than a possibility.
Yes, I have made love to all american presidents. They all were lovely nude girls with sparkling diamond breasts who loved me too. They all had the body of classic statues and left me unexplicably happy, as if nothing else mattered.
Yes, I have made love to all american presidents. They all were lovely nude girls with sparkling diamond breasts who loved me too. They all had the body of classic statues and left me unexplicably happy, as if nothing else mattered.
Then I became Fidel Guevara Cienfuegos de Castro, their enemy.
NOWHEREMAN
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Friday, July 27, 2007
AS ALLAH, I HAVE MANY NAMES
As Allah, I have many names. Gaddafi or al-Gaddafi or al-Qadhafi. They think they can tell me what to think. There is no explanation for this, for all my names live in a dream.
Once my life was a cliché. I was a colonel, a king, a warrior, a terrorist. Now I am a man of peace and have much time to read huge Haikus.
Who I am? My personal bodyguard, who is composed of 40 african women, has bathed me with their tears to improve my karma. Now they tell me I am the greatest.
As Allah, my name has 37 spellings. Gaddafi or al-Gaddafi or al-Qadhafi. Can you help me to spell my name? There is a explanation for this, because your god thinks Allah is a dream.
Who I am? My eldest son, who owns all the telecommunication companies in Libya, tells me I am the greatest. There is no explanation for this, because phones and Internet live in his dream pocket.
As Allah, I have many names. Peace or Libya or Sherlock Holmes.They think they can tell me what to think. There is a explanation for this, because Libya thinks in my dream.
Once my life was a cliché. Now I write books and make love to my personal bodyguard. Nothing I can do can hurt me anymore. Peace and love have become my obsession and tell me I am the greatest.
Who I am? The men and women I have murdered tell me I am the greatest. Nothing they can do can hurt me.Their death didn´t change nothing, my love for them didn´t change nothing, but I`m sure my good karma will change their death into nothingness.
Once my life was a cliché. I was a colonel, a king, a warrior, a terrorist. Now I am a man of peace and have much time to read huge Haikus.
Who I am? My personal bodyguard, who is composed of 40 african women, has bathed me with their tears to improve my karma. Now they tell me I am the greatest.
As Allah, my name has 37 spellings. Gaddafi or al-Gaddafi or al-Qadhafi. Can you help me to spell my name? There is a explanation for this, because your god thinks Allah is a dream.
Who I am? My eldest son, who owns all the telecommunication companies in Libya, tells me I am the greatest. There is no explanation for this, because phones and Internet live in his dream pocket.
As Allah, I have many names. Peace or Libya or Sherlock Holmes.They think they can tell me what to think. There is a explanation for this, because Libya thinks in my dream.
Once my life was a cliché. Now I write books and make love to my personal bodyguard. Nothing I can do can hurt me anymore. Peace and love have become my obsession and tell me I am the greatest.
Who I am? The men and women I have murdered tell me I am the greatest. Nothing they can do can hurt me.Their death didn´t change nothing, my love for them didn´t change nothing, but I`m sure my good karma will change their death into nothingness.
NOWHEREMAN
Saturday, July 14, 2007
COME, GEORGE, PUSH THIS PLANET OVER THE EDGE!
In my opinion, son, life in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.
All metaphysicians have compared your dance of war to your old girlfriend Cocaine, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Come, George, push this world over the edge, says father Bush to his little son, the tiny president of the United States of America. Let me point out this: people have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity and the situation is not likely to improve.
Pay attention to that crowd of cat lovers, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Mars. They have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity. They dance and float above the dance of life, George. In my opinion, son, love in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.
All metaphysicians have compared your old girlfriend Cocaine to your dance of war, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Pay attention to that crowd of tiny living things, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Earth. As Humankind travels along the road to perdition, son, listen to your old girlfriend Cocaine. Who told the world she was a messenger from darkness?
Come, George, push this planet over the edge, says father Bush to his little living thing, the tiny president of the United States of America.
All metaphysicians have compared your dance of war to your old girlfriend Cocaine, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Come, George, push this world over the edge, says father Bush to his little son, the tiny president of the United States of America. Let me point out this: people have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity and the situation is not likely to improve.
Pay attention to that crowd of cat lovers, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Mars. They have inconsiderately lost the feel of gravity. They dance and float above the dance of life, George. In my opinion, son, love in this planet is too old and the situation is not likely to improve.
All metaphysicians have compared your old girlfriend Cocaine to your dance of war, but I think this image is definitely meaningless.
Pay attention to that crowd of tiny living things, George. Does their love mean anything to you? Look at them as if you were from Earth. As Humankind travels along the road to perdition, son, listen to your old girlfriend Cocaine. Who told the world she was a messenger from darkness?
Come, George, push this planet over the edge, says father Bush to his little living thing, the tiny president of the United States of America.
Who told the world death was a messenger from darkness?
NOWHEREMAN
Friday, June 1, 2007
STILL, I AM THE GLORY OF HOSNI MUBARAK
This old buddy of yours should have been a stand-up comedian. However, as for this moment, i am who I am and you are what you are, and that's enough for me.
I, Hosni Mubarak, can control you just by thinking. Please, be a witness to my silent work: I am the glory of Egypt. I can control you just by thinking. Still, let me guide you through the only metaphor I know: power is made of meaningless children who believe the clown is not a stand-up comedian.
“Take this banana, otherwise you will never be the President of Egypt” my mother used to tell me in my dreamlike childhood. “This banana contains all the secrets of the ancients. So, just eat it or alaskan mosquitoes will follow you anywhere I want”
Thanks to my mother now I can control you just by thinking: no one runs against the President. Still, let me guide you through the only metaphor I know: power has the strange perfume of panic and makes me feel young again. Yes, I am the glory of Egypt.
This old buddy of yours should have been a stand-up comedian.Please, be a witness to my silent work: I was re-elected by majority votes in several referendums just by thinking. As for this moment, I am who I am and you are what you are, and that's enough for me.
Yes, I am the glory of Hosni Mubarak.
NOWHEREMAN
I, Hosni Mubarak, can control you just by thinking. Please, be a witness to my silent work: I am the glory of Egypt. I can control you just by thinking. Still, let me guide you through the only metaphor I know: power is made of meaningless children who believe the clown is not a stand-up comedian.
“Take this banana, otherwise you will never be the President of Egypt” my mother used to tell me in my dreamlike childhood. “This banana contains all the secrets of the ancients. So, just eat it or alaskan mosquitoes will follow you anywhere I want”
Thanks to my mother now I can control you just by thinking: no one runs against the President. Still, let me guide you through the only metaphor I know: power has the strange perfume of panic and makes me feel young again. Yes, I am the glory of Egypt.
This old buddy of yours should have been a stand-up comedian.Please, be a witness to my silent work: I was re-elected by majority votes in several referendums just by thinking. As for this moment, I am who I am and you are what you are, and that's enough for me.
Yes, I am the glory of Hosni Mubarak.
NOWHEREMAN
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
NO, MR. ROBERT MUGABE IS NOT MY FIANCÉ!
Once I was a freedom fighter. Now I fight colonialism and anti-colonialism, my friends.
I always eat an apple by candlelight because those crazy galaxies are freezing in my head, Mr. Mugabe says to his friends. Allow me to offer you some fruit, my friends. I always eat an apple by candlelight. Go ahead and talk about those crazy people who are against me, my friends.
Do they think they are too clean to be real, my friends?
I always eat an apple by candlelight because my enemies are freezing in my head.
Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Go ahead and talk about those crazy galaxies which are against me. Do they think they are too clean to be real? According to my plan, everything in the universe is in love with my mirror. You are no exception, my friends.
Once I was a freedom fighter. Now I fight colonialism and post-colonialism, my friends.
Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Now may we discuss the possibility of pretending you aren't in love with my mirror, my friends? Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Now may we discuss the possibility of pretending that those crazy galaxies out there are not Mr. Mugabe?
I always eat an apple by candlelight. While I suspect you, my friends, are you aware you will never see you again in my mirror, my friends?
My corruption is far better than yours, my friends. And what about those crazy galaxies out there? Why do they cry “No, Mr. Robert Mugabe is not my fiancé?" Have they gone crazy? Why don`t they eat apples by candlelight?
I always eat an apple by candlelight because my enemies are freezing in my head.
Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Go ahead and talk about those crazy galaxies which are against me. Do they think they are too clean to be real? According to my plan, everything in the universe is in love with my mirror. You are no exception, my friends.
Once I was a freedom fighter. Now I fight colonialism and post-colonialism, my friends.
Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Now may we discuss the possibility of pretending you aren't in love with my mirror, my friends? Please, eat some fruit, my friends. Now may we discuss the possibility of pretending that those crazy galaxies out there are not Mr. Mugabe?
I always eat an apple by candlelight. While I suspect you, my friends, are you aware you will never see you again in my mirror, my friends?
My corruption is far better than yours, my friends. And what about those crazy galaxies out there? Why do they cry “No, Mr. Robert Mugabe is not my fiancé?" Have they gone crazy? Why don`t they eat apples by candlelight?
NOWHEREMAN
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