Siri Please I II III by El Yunque Lyrics
[Intro: digital voices]
Intro (介紹)
[Verse 1: Giel Cromphout & digital voices]
Variation one (變異一)
I move the boxes down the hallway
And say hello to stranger Mark
The sound of his drooling voice
Could lull me to sleep in the midst of a party
The dreams he lulls into my head
Are stacked with weeping dwarves
They crawl out beneath the cracks
And into the bedroom next-door
Now go save yourself
Go save yourselves
From the strangers, the strangers among us
And once the stranger is sleeping
Whose dreams are empty still
And if you catch him tomorrow
On his daily trip to the bank
Shove his roses down the barrel
Leave his body at the door
Now go save yourself
Go save yourselves
From the strangers, the strangers among us
We're all up for grabs
We're all up for grabs
And they know it, they know it, can't you tell
[Verse 2: Fenne Kuppens & digital voices]
Variation two (變異二)
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
She plagiarizes, hides between lies
Tries to descend in sensible thoughts
A woman dances naked on a stage
Losing limbs with every move she makes
And after their laughter she leaves them hanging
She's left hanging in her own ideas
Incomplete scenes and personalities
And after their laughter she leaves them
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
Am I talking to myself again?
Am I talking to myself again?
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
Am I talking to myself again?
Am I talking to myself again?
[Verse 3: Jules Jordens & digital voices]
Variation three (變異三)
All things cross, come trust, shed skin
Light let in the metal of the cold cartridge
Rigged Split full of bullets spraying forth
Through all sorts of an operating mechanism
By all means necessary
By all means, be my guest
I feel sick, sick, sick to the stomach
The system, sister. Your bodies bend, digest
I bite the barrel of a '47
I'd rather spend my days searching for this devil
And I'd rather simply rest
Ali Baba, I'm never going back to Ali Baba
Ali Baba, I'll split ways back to Charlie
Ali Baba, I'm never going back to Ali Baba
Ali Baba, I'll split ways back to Charlie
I'd rather simply rest
Lord God, I trust my hand be blessed upon your judgment
I shan't kill those not deserving
The lone wolf, strained bloodstreams
Pray the gas kerosene block has the will
To suck it all up
And don't lock me, don't lock them
Now suck it all to the end, you're a good girl
I see sights, I see sights
I see magazines
I see bites, I see kerosene
I see guns and gits and glitters
I see death blossom Haji shops
Spraying fire till my pistol drops
I guess you could call this your green zone
It's cartilage, it's cracking
As I step on the neck of these children
We are running fire underneath a crescent moon, soon
Howling laughter from the Taliban's manslaughter
Shoots his [servants?], shoot my Apache
Shoot their Apaches
Scratch my back, I scratch yours
Littered lifeless, my own choice
My own private collection of dancing dolls
But do they dance? Dance no more
Long to dance
Longing for [the shore?] the greasiest of salads
Oh yes, I would like the dressing, please
Oh yes, I'd like it
I see salt, I see pepper, I see oil, I see acidity
I see the crumble of bread trailing the path of a refugee
I see the smoke, I see the barrels
I see the smell of a burnt camel
Howling his final tunes to this sick slow jam
A final tune to this slick slow jam
A blanket of sound envelops me
The misty sandbanks
I bring out my pedalboard and start gliding down
I am the Lord, I am gliding down
I’m making my way
I see mountains and malt
I see singles and salt
I see a spring and lush fizzled soda
Pouring streamy dreams, fata morgana
With palms stretched out
I throw myself to Ali Baba's feet
I'm home
I'm home to Ali Baba
I'm home again
Intro (介紹)
[Verse 1: Giel Cromphout & digital voices]
Variation one (變異一)
I move the boxes down the hallway
And say hello to stranger Mark
The sound of his drooling voice
Could lull me to sleep in the midst of a party
The dreams he lulls into my head
Are stacked with weeping dwarves
They crawl out beneath the cracks
And into the bedroom next-door
Now go save yourself
Go save yourselves
From the strangers, the strangers among us
And once the stranger is sleeping
Whose dreams are empty still
And if you catch him tomorrow
On his daily trip to the bank
Shove his roses down the barrel
Leave his body at the door
Now go save yourself
Go save yourselves
From the strangers, the strangers among us
We're all up for grabs
We're all up for grabs
And they know it, they know it, can't you tell
[Verse 2: Fenne Kuppens & digital voices]
Variation two (變異二)
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
She plagiarizes, hides between lies
Tries to descend in sensible thoughts
A woman dances naked on a stage
Losing limbs with every move she makes
And after their laughter she leaves them hanging
She's left hanging in her own ideas
Incomplete scenes and personalities
And after their laughter she leaves them
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
Am I talking to myself again?
Am I talking to myself again?
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
They reach behind her eyes
Find them empty
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
The downcast dancer keeps on imagining
Am I talking to myself again?
Am I talking to myself again?
[Verse 3: Jules Jordens & digital voices]
Variation three (變異三)
All things cross, come trust, shed skin
Light let in the metal of the cold cartridge
Rigged Split full of bullets spraying forth
Through all sorts of an operating mechanism
By all means necessary
By all means, be my guest
I feel sick, sick, sick to the stomach
The system, sister. Your bodies bend, digest
I bite the barrel of a '47
I'd rather spend my days searching for this devil
And I'd rather simply rest
Ali Baba, I'm never going back to Ali Baba
Ali Baba, I'll split ways back to Charlie
Ali Baba, I'm never going back to Ali Baba
Ali Baba, I'll split ways back to Charlie
I'd rather simply rest
Lord God, I trust my hand be blessed upon your judgment
I shan't kill those not deserving
The lone wolf, strained bloodstreams
Pray the gas kerosene block has the will
To suck it all up
And don't lock me, don't lock them
Now suck it all to the end, you're a good girl
I see sights, I see sights
I see magazines
I see bites, I see kerosene
I see guns and gits and glitters
I see death blossom Haji shops
Spraying fire till my pistol drops
I guess you could call this your green zone
It's cartilage, it's cracking
As I step on the neck of these children
We are running fire underneath a crescent moon, soon
Howling laughter from the Taliban's manslaughter
Shoots his [servants?], shoot my Apache
Shoot their Apaches
Scratch my back, I scratch yours
Littered lifeless, my own choice
My own private collection of dancing dolls
But do they dance? Dance no more
Long to dance
Longing for [the shore?] the greasiest of salads
Oh yes, I would like the dressing, please
Oh yes, I'd like it
I see salt, I see pepper, I see oil, I see acidity
I see the crumble of bread trailing the path of a refugee
I see the smoke, I see the barrels
I see the smell of a burnt camel
Howling his final tunes to this sick slow jam
A final tune to this slick slow jam
A blanket of sound envelops me
The misty sandbanks
I bring out my pedalboard and start gliding down
I am the Lord, I am gliding down
I’m making my way
I see mountains and malt
I see singles and salt
I see a spring and lush fizzled soda
Pouring streamy dreams, fata morgana
With palms stretched out
I throw myself to Ali Baba's feet
I'm home
I'm home to Ali Baba
I'm home again