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BETTER
1 • SUMMER LOVE • 5’38’’
2 • BURNING MAN • 4’27’’
3 • RIDING HIGH (INTO THE LIGHT) • 3’39’’
4 • START A FIGHT • 2’55’’
5 • LONDON FEELING • 5’07’’
6 • IN THE NAME OF LOVE • 4’42’’
7 • MEMORIES NOW • 3’33’’
8 • GHOSTS AT WAR • 3’22’’
9 • A BETTER MAN FOR YOU • 5’37’’
10 • CURE K • 3’39’’
11 • KARMA GAME • 4’03’’
12 • FINGERS AND SIN • 3’26’’
1. SUMMER LOVE
Rich woman in the mirror, perfect makeup on her face You never break the pattern, you foolish Freudian clown
Questioning that something missing from her silver cage He died for all our sins, but I still wear the thorny crown
A priceless golden bracelet making up for empty soul I’m squirming on the ground to shake away the blame
An everlasting longing for someone real at the door To go back to the baby I was and ease his pain
Am I strong enough to love him? To show him a new life?
The questions always rising, the answers never fall Assure him he is safe now as they turn off the lights?
The sense in senseless lives, the chasers of a lure And can I come again from time to time to watch him sleep?
Spinning around the bulb of life like butterflies
Pursuit of happiness, the fear of loneliness On her day off the hooker goes down to the beach
You never break the pattern, you foolish Freudian clown Sun is rising, the waves gently cover her feet
He died for all our sins, but I still wear the thorny crown A rich woman, white dress, strolls along the shore
Considering the world, it doesn’t look like love has won Seagulls cry, flying over the calm blue sea… …
We share the same roof Hello, hello, hello, hello, I’m here
But you know I know, I know, I know, I know you hear me
This lapse between us But I won’t leave this house of war
Starts to grow Whilst there is something to fight for
And whatever made us feel like one Hello, hello, hello, hello
Has turned into a loaded gun I know, I know, I know, I know you hear me
Tudor
10. CURE K feat. Larisa People love to see people down
People love drama all around
A girl Bring it out, sell the people what they want
Lying stoned on her bed,
Ravished, gun in her hand, People drool when other people bleed
It’s a pretty good start. People crush what other people build
Bring it out, sell the people what they need
Add
Some addiction to sex You punk,
Some Electra complex Golden rule for your song:
Pills and acid can help Should your hero go wrong
They’ll be singing along
People love to see people down
People love drama all around Add a great chorus line
Bring it out, sell the people what they want Every asshole can sing
Can you hear the ka-ching?
People drool when other people bleed
People crush what other people build People love to see people down
Bring it out, sell the people what they need People love drama all around
Bring it out, sell the people what they want
Act two:
Bring in the rock star too People drool when other people bleed
And a hot, nasty teen People crush what other people build
Fucking up with his head Bring it out, sell the people what they need.
Some words:
Leather, sex, rock and roll
Therapy, alcohol
And the bestselling free…
11. KARMA GAME Denied mothers, betrayed friends Brains and souls with open wounds
Loss of slightest trace of self Craving for freedom
They played nation’s karma game They call it The Experiment
Lost our future, had no shame What about our stolen lives
Sending millions to their grave You and me, we’re not alike Decency and human rights
I carry too much pain inside The walls within our children’s eyes?
You sentenced us to the slavery The DNA of ruined lives
Of Stalin’s ideology Look me in the eyes
Streams of blood were running free Look me in the eyes Don’t fuck around with lies
Don’t fuck around with lies Of how you won my freedom
We were banned from certain verbs Of how you won my freedom
We were banned from certain words Coz freedom is a whore
Our minds forced into their moulds The migrants can’t afford
We get war, we get war, we get war
Now you need us to live up
To your moral standard crap Freedom meant our dream to find
Like we all shared the same start An exit from imprisoned minds
Of millions’ destinies aligned
Look me in the eyes
Don’t fuck around with lies The planted evil in our brains
Of how you won my freedom Reflexly plays their sickly games
Coz freedom is a whore Our conscience has become insane
The migrants can’t afford
We get war Look me in the eyes
Don’t fuck around with lies
So we lived our double lives Of how you won my freedom
A condition to survive Coz freedom is a whore
At the cost of troubled minds The migrants can’t afford
We get war, we get war, we get war
Walking deaf with our eyes shut
We spoke other than we thought We will be forever doomed
We learnt to hide what we had not
12. FINGERS AND SIN Distorting mirrors of our dreams
We’re fools in front of silver screens
It was when I touched your hand Where they sell love
That I got to understand
Love is small and that’s what makes it truly great Turn off the lights
Think of my eyes
It’s your body before soul Crossing your mind
Taking in my seeds of love Crawl through heart
Sparking from our fingers’ microscopic stroke
You feel my skin
Our fingers’ stroke… The air between
Fingers and sin.
And the sound waves in your call
Draw the map towards your soul
Million senses craving up for more
Your skin
Will keep
My mind awake
Will keep me sane
Recorded at Unda Recording, Bucharest, Romania in June 2016 and Assault &
Battery 2 at Miloco Studios, London, UK (Memories Now) in September 2015