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Invocation
00:27
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Am I Cher?
03:33
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Waking up alive
is a perfect way to start your day
I woke up alive
I was feeling gawky in a way
Am I Cher?
Oh wake me up and see, I’m Cher!
Is this Cher?
Ah, take a knife and scrape that Cher!
This Cher will never leave you
She loves you she won’t screw you
She sees you and pursues you
She knows what you’ve been up to
This Cher will never leave you
She loves you she won’t screw you
She sees you and pursues you
You know there is no future!
One queen bee per hive
strong enough and fitted like a glove
So away I hive well
I believe in life now after love!
Am I Cher?
Tell me now if we are Cher
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3. |
Too Many Parables
02:43
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Do you ever consider the cultural impact of moderate acts or your average facts?
Do you ever recall all the infinite feedback that created the stars and keeps grinding my axe?
Well there’s no cultural impact from a regular contact
can’t expect macaroni when you only say cheese you see
cultural impact lies down perfectly abstract
peeping in the keyhole while you’re searching your key
It’s like Ann and Andy, popcorn and candy
you will get them both and you will get them at ease
Too many parables are told and heard and acted every day and night and your reactions comparables to them are dipped in deep familiar fright
While attending the trial of the great confusion
we sleep in the graveyard of our kindness and bliss
infirmity will feed our acute delusion
of a medium middling life spread out like a disease
Too many parables are told and heard and acted every day and night and your reactions comparables to them are dipped in deep familiar fright
Too many parables are thought to be as bright as they will ever be
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4. |
I Cry Diamonds
04:56
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I’ve got a monkey in my mind
that I‘ve been trying to leave behind
I’m tryin’ to get it off my back
and find a thrust to sing instead
With marks of weakness marks of woe
inside a crimson afterglow
I found myself without a voice
yet with a breeze in a field of rye
I cry diamonds
All the daughters of today
are the poets of tomorrow
they ’re meant to lead and not to follow
you see the daughters of today
they are the poets of tomorrow
now see the prophets of today
the fucking censors of tomorrow
they dip the daughters in a sea of sorrow
so my metaphor is blue
But then a voice calls me from afar
it has the shine of a distant star
saying “I reach from a land of pain
under a cloudless and sapphire sky”
I cry diamonds
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5. |
Chickn Tribe (Reprise)
04:43
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Men are dead
Men are gone
but some Chickn carried on
greedy birds
that they can’t fly
through their living learned to die
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6. |
Egg Of Love
04:53
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Resist me grow me strong
Persist me I’ll go along
with all the pictures and faces
my old lovers their traces
without your jewel your laces
your airs, your graces
that turned my life into a song
I crack the egg of love
among the clouds above
a savage jealousy
my deepest fantasy
Our eyes like a nail on the wall
trying hard to recall
how it felt like before
we turned our lives into a song
We cracked the egg of love
among the clouds above
I see through them somehow
arcane reasons made out of now
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7. |
China Must Win
07:29
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You seem to worry all the time
tryin' to clean the dirt and grime
jaded and always left behind
facing a wretched fragmented mind
You seem to worry all the time
carrying your thoughts wandering why
you step outside and see him there
he rays a grace that's hard to pair
He gets born and he dies everyday
that’s not the only price to pay
he digs a hole and sleeps within
he’s thinking “China must win”
I saw him standing in the crowd
two nightingales were singing loud
some said that he was not allowed
They thought they lost what he had found
but he just splits without a sound
I keep him a tree a honeycomb - he reads the distant future
I embrace with love his biggest loss - he’s both a wound a suture
I keep him a candle and a cross - machines built to be useless
he draws on sand a dream I had so I kill my precious rudeness
He steps in and quickly claims some ground
he gathers passers-by around
he tells them what he had just seen
he says that China must win!
too many love songs around us to be sung
too many love songs around us
too many love songs that always make us sick
none of them speak for that man
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I suddenly turn my head and see
there’s something climbing down a tree
then it comes close and I see it’s me
Oh me Oh me where have I been?
I missed my face and I missed my grin
I left me but a never weaned me
so tell me everything that I have seen
I’ve seen some shit and I’ve seen a lot
this world is nothing like I thought
for days and nights in seas I fought
and when I reached the borders I got shot
I bring me pain and I bring me rain
My life was hanging from a weather vain
I nearly lost my feelings and I lost my brain
but I have to share what kept me sane
No matter what I’m gonna get
there’s one thing I should not forget
I summon it to pay my rent
and it dries me up when I am wet
It smells like flowers in the end of spring
it makes me feel like I’m a queen
It shelters me it flies above me
The elevational Love
of Frank Zappa
A Love supreme and not imposed
Life’s lot easier with my eyes closed
‘cause all I see and all I feel is
the Elevational Love
of Frank Zappa
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9. |
Cloud Over Athens
05:04
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Athens was a lovely city
smiling people feeding smiling lives
but one day they lost their smiling faces
they broke out in hives
So they left the lovely city
trying to cure the plague within the sea
but they all slept on the sea bed
now their children hold the key
Athens now a field of clovers
some they die before they even sprout
most of them grow five feet tall
oh my into a blink of eye
And among them see the livestock
mighty times for all the mice and men
men are living in the sewage
mice are forming groups of ten
When we raise our heads and look up
foliage’s everything that we can see
and the cloud that’s devouring Athens
marches like a sight unseen
When the cloud had finished Athens
all was left was just a ball of clay
I stick my fingers and form war masks
for my friends I’ll make amends.
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CHICKN Athens, Greece
CHICKN is a rock band formed during the Christmas holidays of 2012 in Athens, Greece. It's a shape that evolves in time, occupying its necessary vital and expressive space while denying any prediction. It's a game, or at least it always starts as a game. ... more
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