Bragg Billy lyrics
Bragg Billy lyrics
"Talking With The Taxman About Poetry - Vladimir Ma Lyrics"
2+2=3 Lyrics
2 2 = 3 La Renga. Si dos mas dos diera tres este mundo no sera como es la cuenta no dara lo que tengo en tal caso el cuatro sera rengo Si dos mas dos diera tres este mundo no lo veras como lo ves y en la suma inoportuna de los lados al cuadrado le faltara un costado. Si dos mas dos diera tres de seguro te calmara un poco el stress habra un punto menos de inflacin y en la almacn un peso a mi favor. Si dos mas dos diera tres este blues no sera como es en vez de dos por cuatro sera cuatro por tres o tres por tres o dos por tres. dos por tres? llueve Y que distancia sera la vida si a cada suma le hara un sustraendo y que dichosa sera nuestra suerte que los cornudos seran unicornio. Y a m me faltara un da menos para el alta en el manicomio. Y a m me faltara un da menos para el alta en el manicomio.
2 2 = 3 La Renga. Si dos mas dos diera tres este mundo no sera como es la cuenta no dara lo que tengo en tal caso el cuatro sera rengo Si dos mas dos diera tres este mundo no lo veras como lo ves y en la suma inoportuna de los lados al cuadrado le faltara un costado. Si dos mas dos diera tres de seguro te calmara un poco el stress habra un punto menos de inflacin y en la almacn un peso a mi favor. Si dos mas dos diera tres este blues no sera como es en vez de dos por cuatro sera cuatro por tres o tres por tres o dos por tres. dos por tres? llueve Y que distancia sera la vida si a cada suma le hara un sustraendo y que dichosa sera nuestra suerte que los cornudos seran unicornio. Y a m me faltara un da menos para el alta en el manicomio. Y a m me faltara un da menos para el alta en el manicomio.
[Translated from the Russian by Peter Tempest]
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Sorry to bother you,
Citizen taxman!
No thanks...
Don't worry...
I'd rather stand.
I've come to see you
on a delicate matter;
the place
of the poet
in a worker's land.
Along with
storekeepers
and land users
I'm taxable too,
and am bound by the law.
Your demand
for the half-year
is 500 roubles,
and for not filling forms - 25 more.
My labour's
no different
from any other labour.
Examine these figures
of loss and gain,
the production
costs
I have been facing,
the raw material
I had to obtain.
With the notion of "rhyme"
you're acquainted, of course?
When a line of ours
ends with a word
like "plum"
in the next line but one
we repeat
the syllable
with some other word
that goes
"tiddle-ti-tum".
A rhyme
is an IOU,
as you'd put it.
"Pay two lines later"
is the regulation.
So you seek
the small charge of inflexion,suffix
in the depleted till
of declensions,
conjugations.
You shove
a word
into a line of poetry
but it just won't go -
you push it and it snaps.
Upon my honour,
Citizen taxman,
words
cost poets a pretty penny in cash.
As we poets see it,
a barrel
the rhyme is,
a barrel of dynamite,
the fuse is
each line.
The line starts smoking,
exploding the line is,
and the stanza
blows
a city
sky-high.
Where to find rhymes,
Where do I go when all the stars leave the sky And all the magic that you do That ain't no way to say you're sorry Won't fix my broken heart Don't ever leave me girl How can you leave me lovin' you Where do I go when all the words turn to lies And steal the feeling that we knew That ain't no way to say you're sorry Won't fix my broken heart Please don't ever leave me girl How can you leave me lovin' you Well, I got a chance (got a chance) Well , no chance at all (no chance at all) That I can make you understand Oh, let there be a chance (be a day_ Oh , let there be a place (far away) The love that you and I alone can live with us The story that our children hear One day , my love, (day my love) That you , my love, we're born to be by life Where do I go when all the stars leave the sky And all the magic that you do That ain't no way to say y
that hit the bull's eye
with never a failure?
Maybe
a handful of them
still exist
faraway somewhere
in Venezuela.
I have to scour
freezing
and tropical climes.
I flounder in debt,
I get advance payments.
My travel expenses
bear in mind.
Poetry -
all poetry -
is an exploration.
Poetry
is just like mining radium.
To gain just a gram
you must labour a year.
Tons of lexicon ore
excavating
all for the sake of one precious word,
But
how searing
the heat of this word is
alongside
the smouldering
heap of waste.
There are the words
that go rousing,stirring
millions of hearts
from age to age.
Of course,
there are different brands of poet.
Famed for sleight of hand
are quite a few.
Verses they pull,
like a conjuror,
boldly
out of their own mouths -
and others' too.
What can one say
of the poetry eunuchs?
They write
stolen lines in -
not turning a hair.
Thieving
like that
is nothing unusual
in a country
where thieves are enough and to spare.
These
contemporary
odes ans verses
which with rapt ovations
audiences greet
will go down
in history
as overhead charges
for the achievements
of a few of us -
two or three.
It takes
quite a time,
to get to know people,
smoke many a packets of cigarettes
till you raise
that wonderful word
you're needing
from the deep artesian
folk wells.
straightaway
the rate of tax
grows less.<
Mistress Tears Lyrics
I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, being blown with the wind I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, being blown with the wind As the earth does weep, the sun being set Each flower moistened like a... like a melting eye I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, being blown with the wind Her circled eye enforced by sympathy Of those fair suns set in her mistress sky Who in a salt-waved ocean quence their light Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night Grief dallied with no law or limit knows Deep woes roll silent like gentle wind Behold the thorns hidden under each rose Distress like dumps when Time is kept with tears I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, eternally !!!
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KnockI have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, being blown with the wind I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, being blown with the wind As the earth does weep, the sun being set Each flower moistened like a... like a melting eye I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, being blown with the wind Her circled eye enforced by sympathy Of those fair suns set in her mistress sky Who in a salt-waved ocean quence their light Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night Grief dallied with no law or limit knows Deep woes roll silent like gentle wind Behold the thorns hidden under each rose Distress like dumps when Time is kept with tears I have deserved all tounges to speak their bitterness over me The lake of my treasures darken, eternally !!!
that wheel-zero
of the total due.
I pay one rouble 90
for a hundred cigarettes
and one rouble 60
for the salt I consume.
I see your form
there's a host of questions:
"travelled abroad?
Or spent all the time here?"
What if
I've run down
a dozen Pegasuses
in the course of
these
fifteen years?!
You want to know
how many servants
I'm keeping,
what houses?
My special casee please observe:
where
do I stand
if I lead people
and simultaneously
the people serve?
The class
speaks
with the words we utter
and we
proletarians
push the pen.
The soul-machine
wears out,
begins to splutter.
They tell us:
"Your place
now
is on the shelf."
There's ever less love,
less bold innovation,
time
strikes my forhead
a running blow.
There comes
the most terrifying depreciation,
the depreciation
of heart and soul,
When
one day this sun
shall like a fattened hog in
a land rid of beggars
and cripples
rise,
dead by the fence
I'll
have long
been rotting
along with
ten or so
colleagues of mine.
Drae up
my posthumous balance-sheet!
I tell you -
upon this I'm ready to bet -
unlike
all the dealers and climbers
you see
I'll be
a unique case -
hopelessly in debt.
Our duty is
to roar
like brass-throated sirens
in philistine fog
and in stormy weather.
Paying
fines in cash
and high interest
on sorrow,
the poet
is always
the Universe's debtor.
And I
owe a debt
to the lights of Broadway,
a debt to you also,
Bagadady skies,
to the Red Army
and to Japan's cherry blossom -
to all
about which
I had no time to write.
Why
did I undertake
this burden?
With rhyme to shoot,
with metre anger to spark?
Your resurrection
the poet's word is,
your immortality,
Citizen clerk.
Read any line
a hundred years after
and it brings back the past,
as fast as a wink,
all will come back -
this day
with the taxman
with a glint of magic
and the reek of ink.
Come,you smug dweller in the present era,
buy your rail ticket
to Eternity
here.
Calculate
the impact of verse
and distribute
all that I earn
over three hundred years!
Not only in this
lies the power of a poet,
that it's you
future generations
will think about.
Oh no!
Today too
are the rhymes of a poet
a caress,
a slogan,
a bayonet,
a knout.
Five -
not five hundred -
roubles I'll pay
you,Citizen taxman!
Delete every nought!
As of right
I'm
demanding a place
with workers
and peasants
of the poorest sort.
But if
you think
all I do is just press
words other people use
into my service
Comrades,
come here,
let me give you my pen
and you
can yourselves
write your own verses!
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transcription:Rami Zakh (danh@vms.huji.ac.il)