El Grupo Nuevo de Omar Rodriguez Lopez все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

- Once when I was a little bit after, you know, after a good cigarette of hashish...
- Uh-huh.
- ... I was crazy enough, you know, to make myself, I was wearing this Egyptian galabia. I went in the most holy mosque, this is the most holy place in Egypt called Al-Hussein mosque, Al-Hussein, and I prayed with the Muslim people over there. I was scared to death that they would find me as a Jew, you know, trying to fake as a Muslim and praying. Well, there was thousands of people in the mosque, and I was on the ground, up and down, on my what-what on the what-what, you know, I was all, you know. All my head was full of hashish...
- Ahh...!
- ... And, you know, my spirit in heaven, and I'm praying with the Muslim people. I tell you, this is a very real, uh, religion that create a lot of big trouble. You know, from all of this, you know, kneeling down, up and down, up and...
- Uh-huh, heheh...
- ... You have to watch yourself, you know, so I did whatever I saw the people doing. So I succeed to survive this service and came out, you know, and I, uh --

Girl you ain't better than the germs I spread
now I only gotta fix the fucking shape I'm in
I'm sure it's the seizures, I'm sure it's the kiss
even as I make haste a drought takes the piss

I was faceless today while you've been away
I was facelifts dusted to high heaven
in the mouth of the vulga, my shellshocked routines

I saw the way you winked at me
feather lashes and mandrill teeth
the paper cunts that I left for you
heavy TVs and blinking glue

Asthmatic howls from lycanthropes
hairlips sewn from my ghost notes
I hitched a ride in a primer czar

Corinthian parasites
devouring all that was typecast
that hinge it bears a safety burn
her grimace shorn of light

I came here to bathe in your ash
to pick apart your filthy heart beaten to the left
the sleepy wheels rolled 6am

Voice 1: "What happened to your shine?"
Voice 2: "I used to have a shine, huh."
Voice 1: "And what happened to it?"
Voice 2: "Well, what kind of shine was it?"

Beneath you drips my type
I'll keep tabs on her wardrobe especially
if the negligent neglige slips ever so gently

He went slightly to conniving
in a splatter of months
every Tuesday, play the fool day
circumstantial because

An event to fills the dents with
all the raison d'plum
they say our ghastly never feared him