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Jul 2017
regarding the link? róże europy - kości czerwone, kości czarne (roses of europe - red bones, black bones) http://tinyurl.com/y7fzt6qq... lyrics?

   adolf ****** i benito mussolini
józef stalin i franciszek franco
mieli narody między nogami
a one na zgodę kiwały głowami
pan proszę pana też chce być taki
taki potężny i taki bogaty
lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał
lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał!

adolph ****** & benito mussolini
joseph stalin & francisco franko
had nations (clenched) between their legs
and they (nations) nodded with approval
sir, i plead to you sir, that i too want to
                                  be like them,
so grandiose & so wealthy
but kind sir, you must have become insane,
but kind sir, you must have become insane!

when was the last time, that i went
to a house party where
people played decent music,
and by decent, i mean unusual?
a nostalgia fest
of elvis, where the party attendees
would clap along to
   blue suede shoes?
                     or uh-hum oh ooh
                          to *all shook up
?!
  a magical moment it would seem,
where a need for conversation
becomes obsolete,
      a neanderthal typo...
   or whams'! wake me up before you
go-go...
              i can't remember when
that last happened -
       when people forgot the civil accords
of conversation at a party...
    talk + party = neanderthal...
     if you're not ******* each other
silly, or at least having a collective
karaoke spectacle... it's no party...
       it's covert parliamentarism
                        in action...
and who the **** wants that after
a few stiffies (strong drinks)?
no one!
            i remember my 21st up
in edinburgh, the focal point came
with the song
             silk by the group
                          roses of europe -
   róże europy - jedwab:
my then russian girlfriend was intimated
by a large crowd of poles...
  sulking and rolling spliffs in
the bedroom, moaning about
how good of a host i was...
   i even mopped up *****
from the carpet
  when my high-school friend
       puked waiting for the toilet...
but i can't really remember going
to a part, that actually was a party;
and yes, that song got
the girls singing with the loveliest
of echoes of the song in flesh.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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