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Pizzicato Five | Rock ‘n’ Roll
a lo
ng va
cation,
if on
ly I
could take one
well, I’m going now
with just one bag
so, southward
the car goes flying
towards a place where nobody knows anything about me
old re
cords and
clothes, all
of them thrown out
well, I’m going soon
just by myself
as far as the seaside
the car goes flying
On the old beat-up radio
rock ‘n’ roll rings out
you’ll never know anywhere that I go
well, I’m going soon
with just one bag
Two days and two nights,
for lunch
I’m fine with just a sandwich
you’ll never know anywhere that I go
a lo
ng va
cation,
if real
ly I
could take one
well, I’m going now
just by myself
so, to wherever
the car goes flying
The old beat-up radio
is just like rock ‘n’ roll
you’ll never know who I’m living with
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Pizzicato Five | Sweet Soul Revue
◎ This morning, for the first time, I looked into the mirror/and felt attached/to you, falling in love/with you, falling in love [whoa, whoa]
◎ Doing my eyes, where am I going?/Yes, I’m going to see you
Baby, the street’s always a parade/Baby, why not follow along
◎ The world is sweet and/full of catchy things, yeah
I wanna hug them, to feel happy/smile and press my cheek to them, don’t you?
◎ Hey! The revue is starting/Hey! Don’t be late, ok?/Hey! The revue is starting/Don’t forget, ok?*
◎ Maybe today, you’ll look at me/you should notice/you’re also falling in love/with me, falling in love
[whoa, whoa]
◎ Watching TV, an old-timey movie/a musical, just like this revue, right?
Baby, the street’s always a parade/Baby, listen, you can hear it, can’t you?
◎ The world is happy and/full of lucky things, yeah
I wanna kiss them and feel happy/smile and press my cheek to them, don’t you?
[*chorus]
[a new sterophonic sound spectacular]
◎ The world is sweet and/full of catchy things, should be
[oh] God, how can you rain on our parade? Please don’t
In a world with no happy and lucky things/with you I feel happy/wanna smile and press my cheek to you, don’t you/wanna smile and press your cheek to me %
Pizzicato Five | La Guerre est Finie
The sound of the telephone
I listened until it stopped
opened my eyes
past 2 in the afternoon
it was raining
fucked up hair
fucked up letter
last night I wrote it
then tore it up
Last night’s wine and
whisky glasses
cigarette butts overflowing
the ashtray and around it
the cat walks
Why is the war
not over, I wonder
Why is the war
not going away, I wonder
The day of a hangover
I don’t need music
whatever I hear
becomes the thing I hate
stacks of mail
opened it and threw it out
drank some tea
the afternoon was over
Last night I made a phone call
to a new lover
thinking of you
night came and I was only
still waiting
And today the war
isn’t over, I guess
Maybe the war
might never go away
Why is the war
not over, I wonder
Why is the war
not going away, I wonder
Only rich people
go to the place
for dinner
I was invited to
Last night I wore clothes
I won’t wear again
I’ll get new clothes
put them on and go out:
“Becoming a rich person,
how does it feel?”
the rich people,
my friends—
I’ll ask them what they think.
Maybe the war
won’t ever end
Maybe the war
might never go away
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