in my town they treat me
treat me like a clown
in my town they cheat me
the town of my birth goes down
patronizing treatment over you and you and me
leads to isolation, separation, desperation
cuts off my will makes a funny fool out of me
all these days and all these dreary nights
I see christ of cheese
nailed to every door
sanctimoniousness
written on the floor
meek as a lamb I have to ask them first
when I only want wanna quench my thirst
holy shit my head will burst
this is politics at its worst
easter wednesday midnight
nineteen-ninetyeight (1998)
self-determination
is far out of sight
any boring midnight everytime the same
law and order, prohibition, cops are running wild
the keyword is oppression I ask you where’s your pride
take a look around and walk to the other side
jealous neighbours old or young
frustrated, false and mean
behind their curtains wasting time
controlling every scene
they cannot take it easy, they hate to celebrate
to be a party-pooper is a lousy fate
they feel great satisfaction when bad mood’s rising up
don’t listen to their grousing and fun will never stop
don’t listen to their grousing and fun will never stop
dry throat – dry throat
Freewheeling songs that draw clear inspiration from Afrobeat, blending darting horn charts with warm vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2017