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LP Bannermen of Lost Generations

Bannermen of Lost Generations

You can’t stop telling, how to carry the cross,

You break the idols with the violent force.

Burn the bloody words of the new declaration -

We are the Bannermen of lost generations.

 

You try to damage every permanent flow,

You keep on telling what to see, where to go.

Feel the raising power of the new constellation –

We are the Bannermen of lost generations.

 

We’re Riding Low

 

The light of the burning cross over the wave –

It keeps calling me back from the social grave.

Turn around, heading to the new bounds,

Drifting with the flow.

I’m on my way.

We’re riding low.

 

The lines in the sands of the San Fran bay –

They tell the truth about getting away.

Turn around, heading to the new bounds.

And welcome to my show.

Oh don’t you feel?

We’re riding low.

 

Downtown of the Living Dead

Rain drops washing the dirty glass,

Red and yellow shining from the past.

Hands of insomnia holding my head.

I’m driving straight away through the

Downtown of the living dead.

 

I see these figures dancing down the road,

I’ve got a rusty gun hiding under my coat.

The speech of insomnia driving me mad.

I’m getting straight away from the

Downtown of the living dead.

 

Rain drops washing off the bloody stains,

Six shots echoing in my brain.

Hands of insomnia holding my head.

I try to get away from the

Downtown of the living dead.

 

 

Revolution on my Mind

 

I have locked my only door with a rusty chain

I’ve imprisoned every demon lurking in my brain

Surrender, my dear – they spoke to me

Surrender, my dear.

 

Ahh, revolution on my mind x2

 

Standing straight among the ruins – no one to blame

I see a self-destruction pattern built into this game

Surrender, my dear. You have no choice

Surrender, my struggling friend.

 

Ahh, revolution on my mind x2

 

 

Space Trucker

 

Just like a bloody curse

He splits the universe.

This dirty motherfucker –

Stoned space trucker.

 

He flies among the stars,

He fights in cosmic bars.

Troubled motherfucker –

Stoned space trucker.

 

 

Heading for Tomorrow

 

He took a deep breath, then he stepped outside –

The lonely guest at the scene of the crime.

A strangled voice in the back of the stage.

It kept on saying: It is never too late.

 

He was his right hand that was pulling the thread –

The freedom of choice burning bright in his head.

Every night as he stared at the moon,

The demon spoke: The time will come very soon.

 

We’re heading for tomorrow x3

 

He took a deep breath, then he looked at his knife –

The lonely guest at the scene of the crime.

Fallen king, bloody paint.

He spoke aloud: It is never too late.

 

We’re heading for tomorrow x3

 

 

 

I Know the End

 

Somebody’s cut my hair in my dream,

Has shown reflections upside down

And howled my name like the wind.

I’ve seen this dream,

I know the end.

 

You covered every shade with a blanket.

The flame broke up into the sky.

The shadow disappeared in the darkness.

I’ve seen this dream,

I know the end.

 

Heavy clouds are rolling through the brown skies.

Seven sins are calling from the left and from the right.

And then the figure of light turns its back to me.

I’ve seen this dream,

There is no end.

 

LP  III

 

Gandalf Took The Drug

 

From the top of the mountain rocks are falling down,

Purple clouds are flying above the lonely town.

From the heart of the forest runs a burning tree,

Giant mushrooms are laughing at what they see.

 

Gandalf took the drug,

Gandalf took the drug,

The wizard wants to rock,

Gandalf took the drug.

 

Frodo Baggins is dancing in the cloud of smoke,

Crazy king of the pigs is telling funny jokes.

Crying walrus is riding a horny snake,

Happy horses are swimming in the yellow lake.

 

Gandalf took the drug,

Gandalf took the drug,

The wizard wants to rock,

Crazy wizard!

 

Come on, oh yeah...

 

Sunsurfer

 

I need a drink, I need to smoke,

I've been away for too long.

Falling down, rising up,

Going down with the river.

Falling down, rising up...

I shiver.

 

Shadows pass, ticking clock.

Here I am ready to rock.

Falling down, rising up,

Going down with the river.

Falling down, rising up...

I shiver,

Oh, I shiver.

 

Falling down, rising up,

Going down with the river.

Falling down, rising up...

 

I am the sunsurfer, baby.

 

Medusa

 

Get away, you get away, get away,

Get away from me.

What you say, oh what you say, what you say,

I'd never like to see.

 

Oh no, I know.

I know what'd you got here.

I know...

 

I know, oh no

 

See your eyes, I see your eyes, see your eyes,

Looking down at me.

Heavy chains, oh heavy chains, heavy chains,

I'd like to set me free.

 

Oh no, I know.

I know, what'd you got here.

I know...

 

I know, oh no

Medusa

 

Playing Tomorrow

 

There is no time,

There is no space.

There is no lie,

There is no pain.

 

I'm playing tomorrow

And I'm playing today.

 

There is no time,

There is no space.

There is no lie,

There is no pain.

 

I'm playing tomorrow

And I'm playing today.

 

Aching Bone

 

So many years I've been travelling around,

But now I ended up right here.

So many hours are lost in the clouds,

But there is still no place for fear.

 

I never get exhausted, so we're singing all together.

 

Aching bone, aching bone,

I've got the feeling that I'm moving on.

 

One man has told me: you should quit what your are doing -

I nearly punched him in the face.

One woman tried to cut my strings, when I was sleeping -

I disappeared from that place.

 

I never get exhausted, so we're singing all together.

 

Aching bone, aching bone,

I've got the feeling that I'm moving on.

 

Down The Road

 

I've lost in space my poor soul,

I try to find the way back to home.

I'm gonna kill some time, gonna walk around.

Shiny moon, traffic lights, dirty ground.

 

And you watch me going down the road.

 

Day by day up and down,

Something's lost and something's found.

I will never change the way I live -

Every time there is a card in my sleeve.

 

And you watch me going down the road.

 

Black and white - the mix of youth.

Where's the lie and where's the truth?

If you go outside, you will see - it's clear.

Freezing wind, tired legs and some beer.

 

And you watch me going down the road.

 

Oh, I'm going down the road.

 

Papito

 

When the sun took the place of the moon,

Right in front the local saloon

One mysterious man stopped his horse.

 

His sombrero was shining with gold,

But his glance was sharp and cold.

Fast like a snake he reached the doors.

 

Heavy steps shook the ceiling above,

All the women inside fell in love.

Taking place close to me, he said: un burrito.

 

Everybody was stunned, when he came.

And when somebody asked for his name,

He spits on the floor and says: my name is Papito.

 

Right after the words he had said,

One brave bandit cried out: you are dead!

He jumped up from behind and shot

At Papito.

 

But Papito's mustache was so thick,

That the bullet made a wonderful trick:

It hits his mustache, but flies back at the cruel bandito.

 

His sombrero was shining with gold,

But his glance was sharp and cold.

He stands up, turns around and repeats:

My name is Papito.

 

Time To Go Home

 

A lot to show, but I'm sitting still.

Wanna follow the road up in the hills.

Pleased and tired of what we've done tonight.

 

A long-haired man - jamming on the stage.

Everybody around - breaking the cage.

We all feel, the way we choose is right.

 

But now it's time to go home.

 

The music is over, voices are low.

Hazy sight and the speech is slow.

Nothing to say, it was a wonderful show.

People want more, but it's time to go home.

 

Time to go home.

 

Crow Above My Temple

 

There's a crow above my temple,

There's a shadow in the sky.

Piercing eyes make me tremble,

And there is no place to hide.

 

Oh-oh...

 

There's a crow above my temple,

Watching every step I take.

Slow flight is monumental,

Making frozen air quake.

 

There's a crow above my temple,

There's a creature of the night.

Heavy wings are so gentle -

Still they're holding me so tight.

Yes, they're holding me so tight.

 

Oh-oh...

 

EP Back In The Saddle

 

 

Back In The Saddle

I thought I've lost my grip forever,
But now I am complete.
They say: you must have listened better.
Get down on your feet!

Oh-oh x3
I'm back in the saddle!

I thought I'm broken for some reason,
And I was pretty right.
A glass of stout found the cure - 
My belt sits tight.

Oh-oh x3
I'm back in the saddle!


 

Midget With A Crossbow

When little Bobby had a birthday,
His father made a prank.
He sold his son to a circus
Just to pay a rent.

And then he left his son forever
To be a little clown,
A funny midget on a pony
In a pink dress and a big crown.

For many years humiliated
With evenings drown in tears,
The midget found a dirty crossbow
And put away his fears.

Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.

Solo.

And every person, who was laughing
At the midget in the past,
Is found murdered from the back
With a poison bolt in a bloodbath.

Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow. 
Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.

 

Laying Dead

When I was walking down the street
With a horse at my side
No lights, no people, just my gun
And some rounds inside

Two people right from he shadow
Came in front of me.
A shiny rifle at my chest -
I had no way to flee.

They said: hello,
We need your gold.
Your days have passed.
You're gonna cry at last.

Two days before, when I was sitting
In the local saloon,
I used my talent to fool people
In the card playing room.

One daring man with fat pockets
Challenged me that night.
I took his money, took his gold
And walked away in delight.

My pride and greed
Had grown a seed.
It turned too bad - 
I'm laying dead.

 

 

Kissing Holy Ground

Down the road,
Full of power,
Selling my soul
To the lord of speed in the final hour.

Steering wheel,
Rusty gears -
A ton of steel
Moving straight with confidence, without fear.

Wow-wow-wow.
Tires kissing holy ground.

Nothing to say
To the dirty ground.
Day by day
I am going west and never look around;
Going west, never look around.

 

Wow-wow-wow.
Tires kissing holy ground. x2

 

 

 

LP Hobo From The Outer Space

 

 

 

Cannibal Hobo

There's a story to tell
About a hobo who dwells
Under the skies of the children's nightmare
In the silence of his hidden lair.

He keeps himself under the ground,
So that no one could hear a sound.
Fresh meat is stuck in his black beard.
Sitting with a bottle of beer:

Cannibal hobo x 3

When the hobo was young,
Full of power and fun,
One girl declined to love him forever.
She was gone forever and ever.

He keeps himself under the ground,
So that no one could hear a sound.
Fresh meat is stuck in his black beard.
Sitting with a bottle of beer:

Cannibal hobo x 2
Disgusting cannibal hobo.

Cannibal hobo x 3

 

 


My Truck

Drive away from those gone astray;
Nobody really cares, what I'm gonna do.
Say goodbye to the freaking otherside;
No remorse, when I'm breaking through.
Search for another fool.

My truck is getting away,
The sun is crossing the day X2

Left alone in the desert of bones
Never fear to face the coming dawn.
I will never get down to the sun of the crown;
Fly away on the darkest crow.
I hear the tires screeching.

My truck is getting away,
The sun is crossing the day X2

 

 


Rusty Beard And His Crew

In the depth of the waters that are washing the coast 
Of the land, no one has ever seen
Rules the captain of pirates, who is dreadful as a ghost:
All that he wants - reveal the secrets of the sea.

Hey-hey-hey, Vessel flying on the wave
Oh-oh-oh, Straight into the rising dawn.

When the chest full of treasure spills the glitter on the board,
When the whores keep on dancing on the deck,
Loud laughter of pirates, madly swinging their swords,
Makes the captain stroke his beard and with honor raise a flag.

Hey-hey-hey, Vessel flying on the wave
Oh-oh-oh, Straight into the rising dawn.

Hey-hey-hey, Vessel flying on the wave
Oh-oh-oh, Straight into the rising dawn.

 

Land Of The Unheard Song

Coming home in the frozen sunset, and I don't even know, what to do.
Someone smoking a strong cigarette, while the wind is passing me through.
Coming home all alone with a bottle of beer.
People think that I'm stoned, but I just feel good, my dear.

Sitting down with my pretty;
Feeling free, while I'm doing wrong.
Sitting down, have no pity
In the land of the unheard song.

You can say there is nothing inside, suggest to open your eyes.
You are waiting for cleansing light, and I'm tired to bare these lies.
Coming home all alone with a bottle of beer.
People think that I'm stoned, but I just feel good, my dear.

Sitting down with my pretty;
Feeling free, while I'm doing wrong.
Sitting down, have no pity
In the land of the unheard song.

Of the unheard song. X3 

 

 


Dancing On The Grave

Declaration, contamination,
Laughing louder on the powder.
Inquisition, life admission - 
Name is power, paying hour.

The word is free - you say to me,
A funny slave dancing on the grave.

Domination, insulation,
Heaven's fire - your desire.
Proposition, nuclear fission;
My desire - burn in fire.

The word is free - you say to me,
A funny slave dancing on the grave.

Dancing on the grave.

 

 


Coelophysis Struthiomimus

Paleness of swollen eyes, staring into the mist;
Colors and shapes, mixed in the picture of dream.
Tired limbs, broken will to persist:
Flock of people is marching away downstream.

Hail the purifying flame.

Wrinkles of pressing past, deeply cut in the face;
Broken thoughts, washed away by the rain.
Getting used to being last in the race:
Meet yourself in the mirror and bow to the game.

 

 

 

Tractor Driver Fred

Hey, Fred, try to believe that night will never turn to day.
Plowing with your tractor in the field - the only reason you can stay
In the world of dirty tracks.

Tractor driver Fred, don't be upset.
Tractor driver Fred.

Hey, Fred, try to believe you keep on doing the best you can.
Growing potatoes in the field won't keep in shade a worthy man.
Now I start to understand.

Tractor driver Fred, don't be upset.
Tractor driver Fred.

Tractor driver Fred, don't be upset.
Tractor driver Fred.

 

 


I'm Going To Jail

In the darkness of the night
Waiting for the morning light;
Gritting of the rusty rails - 
I'm going to jail.

Sullen furnace full of coal
That is darkening my soul.
Seven people round my head
Look at me as if I'm dead.

No one cares, no one cries,
Cause my head has got a price.
Gritting of the rusty rails - 
I'm going to jail x3.

 

 

 

 LP Sluts For The Rebels 

 

 

 

Big Lebowski

 

The city of angels kept one simple guy,

Jeffry was his name.

Playing bowling every day and every night,

He led his favorite game.

Every time you saw him in the street,

You'd see a drink in his hand.

Nobody had seen him employed,

So he hardly paid his rent.

 

Big, big, big Lebowski -

This man is really good.

Big, big, big Lebowski, baby,

He calls himself the dude.

 

You know, this guy was the laziest man in whole Los Angeles,

But sometimes he found himself in really deep shit,

Though, the only thing he really cared about was his rug,

That indeed set up the style for the whole room.

With the help of his freaking out friend Walter

He could solve any problem that threatened his Johnson.

Meanwhile, Walter was a real asshole, while Donny...

Well, Donny... Ah, fuck it!

 

Big, big, big Lebowski -

This man is really good.

Big, big, big Lebowski, baby,

He calls himself the dude.

 

Redneck Vikings

 

Die, die, die!

Taste my sword!

Fight till death!

For my Lord!

 

Cowboy Old Face

 

He walks inside the empty bar and puts his bottom down

To drink some whiskey from the jar and blow up this town.

 

No time to rest, fire breaking from the chest.

Burning down any trace, mad cowboy old face!

 

Nobody knows, where he was born and where he goes today.

The only glance will be enough for you to go gray.

 

No time to rest, fire breaking from the chest.

Burning down any trace, mad cowboy old face!

 

Mad cowboy old face!

 

 

 

Going To The Bottom

 

No, no, I don't need a permission to go straight on my way.

I feel too much opposition, so don't expect the fair play.

 

Oh, now I go to the bottom.

Nothing's really bad, when I go to the bottom.

 

Feel the grip that is trying to pull you out, threatening in shout: "Know your place, boy."

You can feel that here comes the pain, action is in vain; brother, find a toy.

 

Oh, now I go to the bottom.

Nothing's really bad, when I go to the bottom.

I repeat: there is no surprise, why I go to the bottom.

Nothing's really bad, when I go to the bottom.

Oh, go to the bottom.

 

Too-doo-doo

 

Nothing's right, nothing's wrong.

Nothing's short, nothing's long.

Got no money in my bag,

Holding high my black flag.

 

There's a smile on my face

With no vision of the grace.

Nothing's funny, nothing's sad.

Everyone is pretty mad.

 

Gonna getcha, gonna getcha.

 

Too-doo-doo, I'm singing, too-doo-doo...

 

Trembling In The Balls

 

There's a house in the field that stands alone:

Two floors, rotten roof and the basement below.

If you get inside, you will learn, how to pray.

As you face one creature, you will say:

 

"What the fuck?"

 

Feel the trembling in your balls x3

As you run away from the creature below.

 

If you catch it's gaze, you will turn to stone.

If you try to fight, it will break your bones.

It will eat your guts with it's ugly jaws.

You will shit your pants in the sight of it's claws.

 

Feel the trembling in your balls x3

As you run away from the creature below.

 

38 Grief

 

No one will bring me sorrow,

No one will bring me death.

I'm waiting for tomorrow

To take an easy breath.

 

 

 

EP Rusty Gears 

Stoner Train

 

I have my reason

To escape this prison

Made of pure concrete.

Stoner train will take me far

To the land of fallen star.

 

Heard some cowboy stories

'Bout the southern quarries,

Where the Mississippi,

Known as winding local muse,

Makes the people play some blues.

 

Feel the wheels weeping,

Watch the mountain sleeping,

Yellow sun shining -

I am going to the land,

Where the eagle finds the end.

 

Stoner train, stoner train,

Take me far, far away X2

 

Alcoholic Story

 

"A month ago I was drinking in the bar and met an old man from the far south, who told me this strange story... So listen, man..."

 

Long time ago

I was walking home alone,

Raising brown dust,

Looking just like evil rust.

 

"Well, I know a lot of stories, beginning this way," - I thought.

 

In the middle of the road

Stood a giant dreadful goat,

Smoking there a black cigar,

And said, he wanted my guitar.

 

"Actually, the old man was too drunk, so I didn't believe him, but he went on..."

 

Little demon's got no soul X4

 

"After these words everyone in the bar exploded with laughter, but suddenly the old man's eyes went black, and he smiled, baring his white sharp teeth. Nobody saw that, just me. I know that it sounds like some Tenacious D crap, man, but I fucking swear, he told me:"

 

Little boy, I've got no soul X4

 

The Desert And The Snake

 

Searching for more on the other side of the river,

Crawls the snake. Nothing can traverse it's way.

No one knows, what could have caused such a fever,

No one knows, what the desert has taken away.

 

Breaking the rules, it can crawl for a hundred of miles

Through the sands, under the heat of the sun.

Straight away from the fools, swiftly erasing the smiles.

We are watching the snake on the run.

 

Hobo Way

 

If you go down this road - the road of destiny,

You will find yourself in the throat of apathy.

 

Road will give you the sign and will soon bring you piece.

Everything declines in the sight of life disease.

 

Call me a hobo, call me a fool - there's no difference, indeed,

And, of course, no rules. No difference, indeed, and, of course, no rules.

No Money, No Home

 

Two hundred boogie miles,

Growing beard, crazy smile.

Traffic lights are green,

The smell of gasoline.

 

Oh-Oh, I’ve got no money,

I’ve got no home.

 

A thousand miles  we’re moving ahead.

Groovy beats explode my head.

Taking a break for a bottle of booze.

The slide is screeching out of the blues.

 

Oh-Oh, I’ve got no money,

I’ve got no home.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Bannermen of Lost Generations
III album
Back In The Saddle
Hobo From The Outer Space.
Sluts For The Rebels.
Rusty Gears
Stoner Train. No Money, No Home
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