French Riviera bella, I've arrived
Too pricey, but expenses are paid by RAI
Observing the excessive reckless wealth dispersal
Then tomorrow it's my first rehearsal
Where to be at? Need to find it
In Fontvieille, one place that
Can hold events like it
Léo Ferré Auditorium
The largest, seems likely
Locked down, entry prevented
Grand Casino? Worth a try
But no Bernadette there
Just gamblers and drunks
In Le Rocher, Prince's Palace
A banquet of some sort
Could be opening party?
Asked Rainier if Miss Charell's nearby
"The blonde girl, is she still here?" – He starts to cry
This banquet sucks, excused myself to leave the party
On the way home, by the port, a sign reads:
"Le Grand Prix", ha! Think I've found it!
Spectators are crowding
Supporters of Stavros?
Gry, or Farré? Hell.. Remedios?!
It seems on the road, though
With cute shallow autos
Open-wheel cars
Like a go-kart
But where is Carola's?
Guy's tricolour bonnet?
Beautiful race, not much fun though
If that's Eurovision
Shame on Monte Carlo
I'm not sure this is it, and left
Too silent is the voice Corinne Hermès
Enough with this ridiculous search, that's not funny
Urgent matter, I perform domani
Fantasiaa? Did I dream it?
Are all a bit stupid, went to Indonesia?
And it's today
I'll just chance it
Watch opening credits
Then get there by taxi
A cathedral with two towers
Orchestral air footage
Of way too high mountains
La Baviera? Wait a second..
Got my Monacos mixed up
Non è il principato
Sound of sudden rumble
Somewhere out at sea
One night in November
Nineteen sixty three
Startled fish saw
Lava pluming from the deep
Once things cooled down
Then an island had appeared
Soon a host of lichens
Then came seals and moss
Poop from hoards of puffins
Fertilized the soil
Since that moment
Iceland gained another realm
Old norse giant
Kindly let it take his name
Brand new land has emerged
Desolate, but that could change
Who knows what the future holds?
With so many possibles
Brand new land, could it be?
A grand Eurofan Resort?
We could move there when we're old
Spend our days in blissfulness
Brand new land, take your pick:
Pub Yaz Bitti, Hotel Mess
Swim the Sonia hot spring pool
Hike across Mount Coco-dance
Such great plans…
(Ah ah ah…)
Slow erosion
Takes back what the ocean gave
Surtsey withers
Soon sleeps far beneath the waves
He has some good days, and some not so great.
Some days he runs the gamut: fear, shame, clarity, rage. MORNING
When he wakes up in his bed
he hasn’t a clue where he is.
But he knows the sheets are wet.
Realising what he has done
shocks him right out of his funk.
Distressed, he waits for help to come.
Mortified, he lets a young nurse wash him down there,
wondering when he came to depend on other men.
Then, when they lead him to where breakfast waits,
he can’t remember what he ate the previous day.
And while he sits, the world just dissipates;
thoughts lost or lost in thought, he couldn’t say.
AFTERNOON
Standing in front of a mirror,
he fingers an old comb,
no idea who the man is before him
or when he can go home.
Led into the dayroom, he startles:
there’s music and colours and birthday cake.
Then he sees that at one of the tables
a woman is eating a paper plate.
He wants to laugh, but it’s too much to bear.
What is he doing in this madhouse full of old men
that smells of piss and shit and living death?
Cold fear and torment start to fill his head –
Then he forgets.
SUNDOWN
His anger blazes, but it knows no blame.
Who is this haggard woman who keeps calling him ‘dad’?
He doesn’t recognize her, know her name.
He’s only twenty-one. She must be mad.
My reservation in the name of Madam Marchal
Quiet location
Organisation of work systems makes my life full
With no vacation (She's an organiser)
Smelly man
And he's exuding tobacco, shouts "I need beer!"
So I cough
And ever so forcefully tapping sign which says:
"Please note kindly: QUIET ZONE so please keep all your noise down" but he carries on
So I call the guard as I'm keeping up my thin-lip glare
He says as he's dragged away "Sorry madam, sorry grand-mère!"
The silence is restored, so let's get working:
Gantt chart shading, spreadsheet making
Flow chart flowing, nev-nev-nev-never slowing
Task assigning
Audit tracking - someone gets a firing…
Then I'm distracted by a noise:
On speakerphone to his assistant
Is a man who's very chatty so I gently pass him
A small card: "Please don't use the speaker"
Quickly screwing up the card, he loudly carries on regardless so I deploy
All my force
Write down his boasting of how he conned employers doing all this false accounting into
His own accounts
"Oh don't worry darling - on my way to tell her
I'm gonna leave her for you sexy lover
I'm gonna move us to Aruba"
So I set up:
My computer, onion router
Prosecutor of this looter (Steal his future)
I'm untraceable
I'm hacking banking details (And he's still talking)
So many texts too (And he's still talking)
And downloading all the money files (And he's still talking)
Treasure trove of all his data flows (And he's still talking)
Let's mine all this data, let's get working
Audit scanning all his banking
Flow charts showing cryp-cryp-cryp crypto flowing
Lovers' meetings
Wikileaking all the sordid details
(Adultery scandal and corporate scandal)
(Adultery scandal and corporate scandal)
He sees online scandal, it’s going so viral
Then he is sweating, and turns beetroot red
Boss on email informing she fired him
Wife on speaker declaring she left him
Cops are here, embarking, they see him
At his seat, they swiftly arrest him
Chickens cackle in their coop
Lay… ugh, ugh, ugh… She clenches then sighs…
egg drops
Really quite appalling what they’ve done
Fully penned and prisoned, fuck my life
Staple on the menu, it’s not right
And my eggs were stolen yesterday at night
Chickens clench in unison
They’ve made it quite a routine stealing kids Chickens clench in unison
And if we lay no more they fry our skin!
If we called the cops, they’d hear Double Cluck
Slaughtered all to cook up Parmiagiana or Coq au Vin
Squatting, rotting, hatching for a price?
Bid your kids goodbye and end up as…
Pie. sighs
I choose death.
Hold it, what’s that smell?
Chickens run fanatically towards the grain “Out! Out!” “Grain! Grain!” “Eat! Eat!” “Hen! Hen!”
Every feather’s telling me to go “Out! Out!”
Escape we won't be casserole “Grain! Grain!”
Maybe then our young can live and grow “Eat! Eat!”
It’s wrong our kids are ending up egg roll “Hen! Hen!”
Locked up like some horror show
No freedom in sight
Lust for the world outside
Oh, please hear our plight!
In grain I’ll admit it
We’re “hello”fully addicted
Yet can’t shake this feeling
It’s dark what they did
But my insides lost feeling, lamenting my offspring
I’m must get outside where it’s all fucking gorgeous
I WAS TOLD IT WAS GORGEOUS - WITH ORCHARDS!
(I’m calm now)
A solution must happen
It’s time to get harder
We all going to “shit”
Showtime finally here!
She hacks at the wooden panel with her beak
This bird is breaking free, slavery may be a good enough fate for you
I'd rather be spared…
KFC menu
She pierces a small hole in the wall
There's outside! God answered!
Sunlight on my feathered skin
Not a soul in sight
Safe and secure, Lots of space here
Be free to roam, finally
Help me smash this gap, AGH!
More chickens hack at the wooden walls “Out! Out!” “Peck! Peck!”
Nirvana! “Out! Out!”
I wanna see the world! Agh!
Facing death like sitting ducks, no more “Out! Out!”
We've chickened out for long enough, let’s go! “Peck! Peck!”
Seeing our brethren grow wise and old “Out! Out!”
This summer will be memorable for all “Peck! Peck!”
Hey wait a moment... “Wait! Wait!”
Don't eat the grain, girls “Grain! Grain!”
You there, don't fight! “Fight! Fight!”
You're wrong, I'm right! “Oh?”
Dumb chicken brains “Dumb chicken brains!”
You'll dig your grave “We'll dig our grave!”
Stop repeating “Stop repeating!”
The stuff I said (all) “The stuff you said!”
No outside (wails)
Hens aren't bright
If there could be unison, we'd be out alright
Some of them fight (wails)
Or sit in fright
The rest of them too lazy, eating day and night. Argh!
Chickens calmly go back to their beds (all) “Cot! Cot!” (all) “Grain! Grain!” (all) “Brain rot!”
Aharp ánboduhc ej avalsitarb | Eugarp s’nam roop a si avalsitarb
If asked to name a famous Slovak place or person
Would you be left stumped?
If asked to name one that’s not from the Czech Republic
Could you produce one? (Could you think of *any*?)
Try to draw the Slovensko flag – no, not that, it’s Slovenija (nuh-uh)
Fair enough. But maybe at least you know the capital (uh-huh)
Oh, you do! But the airport never gets used
Cause of Flughafen Wien. So name some
great writer, or some statesman (Václav Havel wasn’t ours) (nuh-uh),
or sights in the capital (uh-huh) – not the Danube, not the Old Town (nuh-uh)
Bet you can’t name a thing in Bratislava
Bratislava, Bratislava, Bratislava (nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh…)
Brat-Brat-Brat-Bratislava, Bratislava, Bratislava (nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh…)
Cos it’s “very boring” (nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh…)
Please do go and search on Trip Advisor
For our top-ranked shopping centre
Cos it’s ranked as high as eighth, see, not at all like Prague’s one
(Scroll down further, past the number sixty)
Their top sight is good old Charlie
That’s a bridge across a river
But it’s on the *Vltava*
Which we know goes nowhere, stays in Czechia
But from here on our blue Danube, you can
Float all the way to Budapest (Huh) Who needs a rotating (uh-huh) metal head of Kafka (Uh-huh) We’ve a statue of a (uh-huh) guy called Schöner Náci (Er) It’s worth pointing out though (uh-huh) – not a Nazi, (nuh-uh) not that handsome, (Nuh-uh) Not a German, not a German, not a German
(Not a German) Slovak through and through
We have a flying saucer (a viewing platform)
Then there’s cheeky Čumil (guy in a sewer)
If you manage, er, a thing or two (your expectations)
It can turn out not that bad at all (might just surprise you)
(-slav-slav-slav-slav-slav-) Sme rovnako dobrí, sme rovnako dobrí(-slav-slav-slav-) | We’re just as good, we’re just as good Sme rovnako dobrí, sme rovnako dobrí(-slav-slav-slav-) | We’re just as good, we’re just as good Sme rovnako dobrí, sme rovnako dobrí | We’re just as good, we’re just as good Nudné and mesto I think were your words | ‘Boring’ + ‘city’ (Akou frázou ste nás opísali?) | (What turn of phrase did you use to describe us?) (Chudobný príbuzný?) Boli sme druhým | (Poor cousin?) We were the second (Chudobný príbuzný!) najväčším mestom | (Poor cousin!) biggest city (Chudobný príbuzný?!) Československa! | (Poor cousin?!) in Czechoslovakia!
We’re twice Brno’s size
Based on Iceland 1987 Halla Margrét — Hægt og hljótt
Near the peak, you’re climbing like a bird
Make the viewpoint, but your vision’s blurred
Feel fulfilled but can’t enjoy
Bloodstream’s faulty, you sit down annoyed
Have you noticed when you’re set to ski
Is when you feel this sudden need to pee?
Which means you’ll take twelve layers off
So when you hit the slopes you just blast off!
We’re plagued by highs and lows
Highs like when we quench our thirst
Then come lows
Tiredness moments are the worst
Cursed to live through this emotion flux…
Shaky legs, it’s finally your turn
Then you feel tingling, ache, or burn
Can’t perform like you would wish
Thankfully no hissing – Ditched concerns!
We get through highs, then lows
Rollercoaster’s on, non-stop
Calm’s not close
Plummet down, then soar to top
Byes, hellos…
Different states just come and go
Wise to pause
Accept the symptoms and move on
