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Palpal
[Chorus]
The name’s Palpal
With or without pretext, we celebrate
They call me Palpal
The haters force themselves
I swore Palpal
I hear nothing but I can read their lips
And I read Palpal
In two words Palpal
Hey Hey Hey Hey
[Verse 1]
An asshole and a good guy in the same body
A “free hugs” sign and a handgun in the
same box
I’ll do all in order to be liked as
A friend, a lover, an idol
Or a grocery store open till five in the morning
I never leave if I am still alive
I’m the winner of the game
I want a world with only mirrors
A radio that only plays my music
You need a savior, but I only wanna please myself
I was already very egocentric
Before I had anything
Doesn’t that tell you to be a bit more stylish?
I’m done speaking about myself (Pal)
When the happiness of others builds up
What’s the secret of happy men?
Mother said: 'act with discretion'
But it’s a lot better when others see me
It’s a lot better when others see me
Let me do what I want
[Verse 2]
Or instead, I risk doing it illegaly
I haven’t taken my meds
I only say shit and everyone loves it
My hyperactivity only shocks
From the tracksuit with the Chinese signs
It comes from my cells like a disc jockey
I can say “I love you” and “I’m fucking you” in plain language
Influenced by the whole world in my discs
We mix and I see folks who tell me
Insh’Allah, soon we’ll all be mixed
Hey hey hey hey
Follow me if you want to see kind monsters
We don’t have green noses, your kebab isn’t blue
But we’ve hidden a few ‘shrooms
So celebrate with us
Yanks will say “come on, come on”
Only love until death, nirvana within like Cobain
To find this bizarre world, you need a drug
Some have died in the process but
If the leaders of this world smoked this stuff
Wars would cease in two seconds max
BTW, politics can suck my. . .
I’m different from even the guys I hang with
Bet you thought I was like you
You’re obsessed with cash but you’re not Rango**
Don’t give me the same nonsense your parents swallow
You’re fucked up, you get a ride home
Mix pills and whisky, tragic
You’ll end up like Octave Parango
[Chorus ]
The name’s Palpal
With or without pretext, we celebrate
They call me Palpal
The haters force themselves
I swore Palpal
I hear nothing but I can read their lips
And I read Palpal
In two words Palpal
Hey Hey Hey Hey
[Verse 3]
An asshole and a good guy in the same body
A love letter and a knife in the
same box
I’ll do all I can to be liked, like
The doctor who says you’re HIV negative
A brother or a superhero
If all the smart guys are sad
I prefer to be a happy imbecile
I want a world where everything’s free
Society has made me a hammer
I take note of everything I buy
Since my first McDonald’s
I’d really like to give lessons
But I’m just a simple Toubab
It’s hard to have the fame of 2pac
When you’ve got a pale look
[Conclusion]
Ok, Pal knows how to express himself, but he knows the white trash life
This idiot’s proud, sometimes, he screams, at times, he spits
Maybe wealth alone doesn’t make one happy
But trust me, poverty is a river of pain.
I forgot my umbrella
In case it rains dollars
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2024.11.08.
Rubles worth nothing
(I want no K G B)
Look at them Russians, that’s not how you do it
They bomb their neighbors into smithereens
That ain’t workin’, that’s not how you do it
Rubles worth nothing and their press ain’t free
Now, that ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
For someone smart, he is acting dumb.
If it’s true you want to make some renovations
Don’t bomb the place to Kingdom Come
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
See the great Vladimir riding bareback for the papers
What a photo opportunity!
He won’t let his people see the cities he’s been bombing
They won’t hear that he wrecked their economy
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
I should’a learned to work the Kremlin
I should’a learned to be Putin’s friend
Make myself a couple hundred million dollars
And hope he doesn’t shoot me in the end
And he’s gone nuts. What’s this? Ukraine invasion?
Destruction of their cities and their industry?
Oh, this ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
Now your ruble’s worth nothing and their press ain’t free
Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
Now this ain’t workin’, not the way you do it
This killing ain’t a good strategy
This ain’t work-in’! This ain’t how you do it.
Seen as a failure by posterity!
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
2024.11.08.
Bodiam Sky
always remember the two of us dreaming a world
we can dream to the end
sun coming up in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never change
or forget how it is to be young and in love
at the edge and alive
holding each other together forever and promising
never to die
or forget how it feels to be sealed with a kiss
in this dream of a world
at the edge of it all
sun going down in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never fall
or forget how this world is now
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming to the end
how this world is found
in love at the edge
young and alive and forever in the sun
how this world is ours
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
dreaming
together
forever
2024.11.07.
Where's my head going?
I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
2024.11.07.
Art for 100 (skit)
All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself