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Tekke and Dave

The ludicrous (A. Antoniou)

I found myself at the market, I'm not fed up,
I don't get bored, the show on stage is eternal
É sit here and cry, laugh and die, every minute, every little moment
It's because they are ludicrous, it's also because of the cage itself
In the market the mind flounders, it desires to be set free
from the rusty cage
I'm not fed up, I don't get bored in the market, every minute a dark hole
I sit here and cry, laugh and die, the show on stage is eternal

Ôhe porters and the ludicrous ones run after the glass-sellers
to get the good merchandise
They collide with the bullies, and the fools are becoming cross-eyed
with a false and crooked grin
“Everyone back in the cage, keep the spectacle alive
Stay there, nobody come out, the show is on
and it will keep on going!”
The porters and the ludicrous ones collided with the bullies as they
were searching for the good merchandise
Fools became cross-eyed in front of the glass-sellers,
they ordered the cage to be locked

Give us your good looks and take us into your delusion
so we can nest together sweetly
Deliver your speech and lead the way,
it is you that the ludicrous ones are worshipping
Pull our ear a little bit, we will not make a sound
In the market the mind stops, it desires to live only in the cage
Give us your good looks and take us into your delusion
so we can nest together sweetly
Deliver your speech and lead the way,
it is you that the ludicrous ones are worshipping

Syria (A. Antoniou)

Colours, bodies, the scents that travelled through
the neighbourhoods are gone
Mouths, mattresses on wet terraces, ten forks in one plate
Little girl wretched, hungry on the concrete,
she is longing for a kiss, a caress
Which god abandoned her?
Which curse has broken her sight's unadulterated glass?

Go mad, die, warm up the body, the yellow skin, against the barrels
It went bad, it went crooked, the lever got stuck,
and the roof is left half
Don't move, don't talk, don't kiss the teddy bear,
someone is looking for a target
Terrified embraces, tense prayers, they reach nobody's ears

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