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Rating: "And the cat goes... meow. And the bird goes... tweet. And the lion goes... roar. And the dog goes... woof. And the cow goes... MOO!
And I have it, PAPPAPPERO and you don't ooo!
We have brains, we are smart, we. We are Canadians. You instead are just from Hollywood. PAPPAPPERO!
We are "wrong," you don't have this luck. PAPPAGGIUSTO!
We have a beautiful "Vitellone Mask Replica," do you still have that trout? Naaa... PAPPAPPESCA!
We do whatever the hell we want, while you can't. PAPPAFOTTITI!
We don't give a damn about anything. You're in deep shit, keep considering. PAPPAKARMA!
You've never seen us live?
K-I-L-L-Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-V-E-S. PAPPACAPPIO!
Are you afraid of dying? We know our deaths. PAPPATIÈ!
We are the most badass band of all time. Therefore, we are the best. PAPPALOSAPEVAMO!
Are we the biggest band on the planet? Of the Universe, jackasses... PAPPACOSMO!
We have a "Big dick," wasn't it obvious? PAPPASLEPPA!
Does our music disturb you? It means you don't understand shit. PAPPAMALUM!
Are we indecipherable? Then you see, you still don't understand shit? PAPPAZZERO!
If it seems like we're taking the piss, instead we're serious, when we're serious, we're really taking the piss. PAPPAPPULO!
But how are these guys dressed? Asswipe that you are, do you think this is a fashion show? There are real "artists" on stage. PAPPAFASHION!
Did the egg come first or the chicken? "All lies" guys, come on, you're grown up, follow us, and you'll know the truth. PAPPAOMELETTE!
What are we up to these days? We mind our own damn business, don't you ever? PAPPAZITTO!
Are we immortal? Yes indeed. PAPPAESAGERATO!
Our best quality? Modesty. The worst? We eat our picks. PAPPABBUONI!
Are we your transcendental punk-core gurus? Then lick this damn big toe of ours. PAPPASCHIFO!
Have we buried the melodic ones? Crushing the "bugs" is a good and just thing. PAPPACHEPALLE!
As a first job, we’re garbage collectors, we've swept away all other bands... (except the Minutemen, maybe). PAPPAMASTROLINDO!
WOW! You are awesome! The life of Nomeansno is always awesome, boy... PAPPAPPERO!
Kerr jazz (like hell) that yes: NOmeansNO!
Hasta la Victoria, and let's all go to "Vancouver," Wright? (x2...), CORE de Roma.
Rowdy Grotesque Giggling Crooked Sounds, Sneak into the Slammer Hiccupping Disconnected Tints, Shaking off Queer Darts SCREAM!
Improvising jazz, raw progressive, accelerating like a dragster, caustic mantras, cultured schizophrenia, psycho punk: looks easy, eh? Don't let it spread too much...
"He who tattles is not Mary's child, nor Jesus's child. When he dies, he goes down there, goes down there to that little guy named the devil." And who goes down there? OH YES! BRUNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
PAPPAPPERO!!!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 It's Catching Up (03:29)
Have you heard the news?
The dead walk..
Do you hear that sound?
Do you hear that sound?
Like fingers scratching underground?
Do you hear that sound?
That slamming door?
I’ve fought it all my life
But I can‘t fight it anymore
It‘s catching up, I‘m fucked
A dead duck, shit outta luck
How do you hide from
Something you have found?
Do you hear that sound?
That scratching sound?
Ii it better to be lost or found?
You can‘t ignore it
You can’t talk it away
You can’t drink it away
You can’t fuck it away
It‘s catching up, I‘m fucked
A dead duck, shit outta luck
Give my asylum, let me in
I am mad, you are my only witness
There are some things that never die
Things that really never were alive
I’ve shut them out
I’ve slammed th door
But i can’t keep them back
Anymore
It‘s catching up, I‘m fucked
A dead duck, shit outta luck
02 The Tower (05:11)
The sword of thruth is just another weapon
Let me live for one more second
I see a woman she’s holding flowers
A bouquet of roses that are blood red
From a burning building, a man leaps to his death
I stand above these mansions of the death
Red tombs and above us looms
The Tower
I see red
I see a tower against the sky
Beneath a red unblinking eye
Radiowaves curve and cross
I stand below them – Lost !
Above me is a black obelisk
And the dangers that i risk
Here gather the ghosts of the mind
That tear my heard and here i find
All that traps that have been set
Everything i would forget, beneath
The Tower
I see red
I see a tower against the sky
Beneath a red unblinking eye
Violence is close at hand
You are damned if you do
And if you don’t – Dammed !
A red eye, A tyrant full of hate
Glares from the sky, It’s captive state
If it should blink ordeviate
A thousand words would obliterate
I do not move, nor do i speak
Beneath that hard and pitiless peak
Of concrete , steel and antennae wheels
The Tower
I see red
I see a tower against the sky
Beneath a red unblinking eye
06 The End of All Things (05:11)
You are here
I am here
Fear
Bound in fear
We are here
I see nothing
All is clear
Crystal clear
Fear
All that's here
Pain and fear
I see here
Nothing
Hear the angels sing
This is the end of all things
All is clear
Nothing's here
Fear
What is fear?
Nothing's here
I see here
Nothing
Hear the angels sing
This is the end of all things
07 Big Dick (03:15)
Like a monkey in the zoo
You’re half gorilla too
When you pound it with your fist
And make it real stiff
Big dick
Gotta cover your mistake
Your bloody outtakes
So you dip it in the wine
And make a holy sign
Big dick
Big dick! Come quick
Big dick! Come quick
Well you’re running up a tree
You’re trying not too sream
But you are pounding on your chest
Like you wipped the best
Big dick
The rivers of blood
You’ve spilled have turned to mud
Now the flies are buzzin‘ round
Don’t it make a loud sound
Big dick
Big dick! Come quick
Big dick! Come quick
It won’t be long
Till those bad bits are gone
It won’t be long
Till those bad bits are gone
Now we are sitting by the fire
But daddy’s getting tired
`cause hes drunk the whole crock
now he’s got a limp cock
Big dick
Big dick! Come quick
Big dick! Come quick
09 Rags and Bones (05:05)
Chirst was married on the cross
My father was married to my mother
Am aim married to a cigarette butt
Lying in the gutter
Rags and bones
Are we finally alone?
White man, you
You just started to get the blues
White man, you
You just started to get the blues
Rags and bones
Are we finally alone?
The beast has arisen
The sins are forgiven
In the belly of the beast
I shall be released
She rises captain!
Captain dive! Dive!
If i could choose to belive
Or not to believe
You know i would choose not to
If i could choose to belive
Or not to believe
You know i would choose not to
But i can’t coose
Rags and bones
Are we finally alone?
Whoo would’ve thought that i would be
A sailor on the deep blue sea
Any old rags and bones?
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