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Tropical Breakfast
02:53
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TROPICAL BREAKFAST
Cut my heart in 6 crossed lines
And turn it upside down
Come and dance the Mango Tango
With this rusty clown.
Cut my brain like passion fruit
Leave me dead on Kangaroo Field
Sing me till the end of youth
Through the spiral of an orange peeled.
Squeeze me like a kiwi juice
And put a cherry in
Mix it with your jazz-bird tune
And spice it with a sin.
Oh, crack me like a fortune cake
Once upon a time in Oz
Take whatever you may take
What was mine now is yours.
Spin me in a roulette wheel
And play on 25
The stakes and odds will come to zero
All the years will come alive.
Break me like a maca-nut
And free me from my shell
Eat me slowly in your tropical
Paradise and Hell.
Slice me in a public place
Try to avoid a stone
Spread me like a muesli grains
And leave me all alone.
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2. |
Mango Tango
04:32
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MANGO TANGO
Come dance with me the Mango Tango
Come try with me that passion fruit
This dance is not a game, no
The Spark has made a flame, we know.
This life is more than halfway gone
But time is now on our side
Everything that’s been and gone
Has returned to green and fun
Dance… dance… dance.
Come dance with me the Mango Tango
The steps are long but never mind
The world is not too vast to pass
Who knows which place is best for us
The distance is equator size
Our arms should be that long to reach
Ballroom is so stretched today
ten thousand fucking miles away.
Dance… dance… dance.
Come dance with me the Mango Tango
My travel agent winks at me
I have a rose between my teeth
I’m ready now for you to meet.
My hands are flying to Hong Kong
connected flight to your Gold Coast
I’m a frequent flyer, note my code
My hug’s already on the road.
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3. |
Kangaroo Field
03:04
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KANGAROO FIELD
Eight hours in the future ahead
She’s running forward, I’m left in the past
When she goes to sleep, I get out of my bed
Please tell me is this something to last?
What is happening? Am I a fool?
I’m in love and young again
Break the mirrors, stir the pool
Make it last as long as it can.
I’m sleeping in the Kangaroo Field
Doing nothing but dreaming of you
On dusty ground I’m freshly killed
by Time and Space, by Old and New.
Oh, I’m lying down in the Kangaroo Field
The Earth is moving and I’m standing still
Is there a chance for me to be healed?
Is there a future at all, you know, ‘shall’ and ‘will’?
Eight hours in the future out there
hanging like carrot on a stick
I’m jumping to reach it in the air
Clasping my jaws on every tick.
The clock hands are showing the way
up and down, left and right,
leading astray night and day
The particular moment’s always out of my sight.
I’m frying in the Kangaroo Field
The ground is cracking, dry as a nun
No trees or any kind of shield
Look around, all the kangaroos gone.
Oh, I’m dying in the Kangaroo Field
My life is reeling in front of my eyes
All the feelings I started to build
Have suddenly stopped in the 75-s.
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4. |
Cherry Boy
03:00
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CHERRY BOY
I remember a car and a long winding road
a small piece of silver in one of my ears
The 24th March’s 8 o’clock episode
And the Day of Pears clearly appears.
Nobody knows where we’ve met the first time
for some reason it was outblacked
in my notebook, there’s only a rhyme
‘bout lying on the floor with your present unpacked.
Oh, Cherry Boy,
what a merry joy you had.
How terribly important person
in the early morning was this lad.
Oh, Cherry Boy,
what a hairy toy it was
What a proud warrior rose
out of the wonderful
and the magical kingdom of Oz.
I remember a long long long fingerlike beach
Swimming at night with the sea fireflies
A roofless house, and a lot of stars we could reach
Something that seemed like our first paradise.
A squeaky old bunk bed and a witness up there
The crickets, the sea and the thick scent of pine
Everything around me disappeared somewhere
I hoped she wouldn’t know it was my first time.
Oh, Cherry Boy
what a cowboy he was
He was skillful and brave and there was
no doubt that any moment he’d hear applause.
Oh, Cherry Boy,
a new playboy was born
Now a giant walks the town unknown
and his mighty silhouette outlines in the dawn.
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5. |
Jazzbird
03:14
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JAZZBIRD
Listen to the song of that bird she said
A funny something from the garden is heard
I can’t tell which one when lying in bed,
Nightingale, magpie, or blackbird.
According to the song, one might be wrong
A blackbird is singing in the dead of night
The nightingale swings all night long
And the magpie at the end of light.
However, I’ll call it my Jazz-Bird
I don’t know what it looks like and I don’t care
It may look stupid or absurd
And not even exist anywhere.
My Jazz-Bird’s singing (whistle) can you hear it?
Somewhere in the garden (whistle) quite near you
My Jazz-Bird’s swinging (…) can’t you feel it?
All of a sudden, and only for two.
My Jazz-Bird’s singing (whistle) can you hear it?
Somewhere in the garden (whistle) quite near you
My Jazz-Bird’s swinging (whistle) don’t you feel it?
All of a sudden, and only for two.
Could it be black or gray or white?
Full of colour, or just blue?
Could it be funny, dark or light
Could it be me?
Or you?
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6. |
Rusty Clown’s Blues
04:22
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RUSTY CLOWN’S BLUES
Oh, no.
I had that circus dream again
And that rusty clown was leading the parade
Not even trying to look happy in that rain
His leg was squeaking every step he made.
Oh, no.
His followers were creatures of all types
One-legged ballerinas and clumsy acrobats
Fake animals leaving traces from painted stripes
And headless lion tamers with ugly cuts.
Oh, no.
Something happened with that bizarre lot
One by one, their balance was gone
A battlefield – as if they’ve been shot
Behind their leader soon there were none.
Oh, no.
At last, the clown made his last bow
His body was gently crushed on the ground
Their eyes wide open, the fallen people saw how
The rusty-red
clown’s head
just bounced around.
Well, well
Life may be sad, but the blues are so much worse
Welcome to the world of adults, please close the door
Leave that clown there, that was his curse
You see, he is not funny anymore.
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7. |
Stakes and Odds
02:15
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STAKES AND ODDS
This is our lucky song number seven
And luck is not the only thing we need
A piece of us in the tropical heaven
And a gentle kangaroo stampede.
Lead me to the Phantom’s secret beach
Where all the grains of sand are golden
Who will be the pupil there and who will teach?
About how, why, who, which, where, and when.
The stakes and odds
Eyes with slumbers
Help me, Gods
The wheel with numbers.
Dice and cards
A cherry jackpot
Clubs and hearts
chips and whatnot.
This is our lucky song, hope you’ll like it
Happiness is the only thing that counts
I hope we’ll manage to hitchhike it
And keep it in substantial amounts.
Saturn made a turn in my seventh house
But I feel quite well, thank you very much
Through my life, I’ll try to browse
To find my hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch.
A millionaire
Straight win
Just one pair:
Jack and queen.
The stakes and odds
black and red
the coin slots
the die is dead.
This is our lucky song number seven
And luck is not the only thing we need
A piece of us in the tropical heaven
In a gentle kangaroo stampede.
The stakes and odds
Eyes with slumbers
Help me, Gods
The wheel with numbers.
Dice and cards
A cherry jackpot
Clubs and hearts
chips and whatnot.
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8. |
Once Upon a Rhyme
03:26
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ONCE UPON A RHYME
Once upon a time,
There was a rhyme
About a love that was a bit tragic.
Once upon a space,
There was a face
That carried a glint of magic.
(Magician: Get back before the return of the cyclops)
Once upon a smile,
As was her style,
A princess was waiting for a kiss to remember.
Once upon a love,
After a while
The prince set off from above
But it was still September.
(Magician: It was never revealed what you are about to see)
He’ll have to fly
The six valleys and on the seventh hill
He’ll have to face the wild
seven giants and them all to kill,
He’ll have to buy
some magic items in free shop sales.
God bless the child
that believes in fairy tales.
(Princess: Sinbad, Sinbad, up here…)
Once upon a wink
There was a link
Between the plusquamperfect and the present tense
Once upon a twinkle
There was a wrinkle
That to every puzzle gave a lot of sense.
(Magician: We will stop and rest here)
Once upon a rhyme
It was Summertime
In the middle of Winter, quite like magic
Once upon a season
There was a reason
to abandon everything, including logic.
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9. |
ForTune Cookies
03:34
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FOR TUNE COOKIES
No wind no waves
Said the first fortune cookie’s line
Live by what you trust not by what you fear
Help yourself, have some beer
or wine.
More give less take
Said the last fortune cookie’s line
Failure is opportunity in disguise
And all that for two dollars
Nighty nine
Raise your sail one foot
And you get ten feet of wind
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world
The master calls a butterfly
The sooner you fall behind
The more time you’ll have to catch up
You don’t marry someone you can live with
You marry the one you cannot live without.
No wind no waves
Said the last fortune cookie’s line
Failure is opportunity in disguise
And all that for two dollars
Nighty nine
Raise your sail one foot
And you get ten feet of wind
You don’t marry someone you can live with
You marry the one you cannot live without.
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10. |
Back to Oz
03:34
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BACK TO OZ
The story begins in black and white
I’m 55 and still trying to be
I’m waiting for the next tornado flight
To go back to Oz, for free.
(People from the farm: It’s a twister!)
The whirl takes me up, no business class
Wow! I’m 40…30…24
No seatbelts, no oxygen masks
I’m not in Kansas anymore.
(Dorothy to Toto: We’re not in Kansas anymore…)
Back to Oz Back to Oz Back to Oz Back to Oz
(Scarecrow: If I only had a brain)
I opened my eyes, they call it fade-in
Everything turned to a colour mode
My skin to rose, the grass to green
And yellow for the funny brick road.
Oh…
I’ve killed a witch with my family house
(Witch: Who killed the witch?)
Which witch is which, doesn’t ring a bell
Which witch is good and which is a louse
I’m too young now, I can not tell.
(Witch: Did you kill the witch?
Dorothy: No…)
Well…
Back to Oz…
(Witch: Going so soon?)
I stepped on the road, as mentioned above,
to the city of emeralds and the coast of gold
I need to know the definition of love
I’m too young now, and the story is old.
The wizard was fake, there’s a need for alarm
I have to decide the colour of the road
The Emerald City or the Kansas farm
I’m too young now, it’s overload.
Back to Oz …
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11. |
Upside Down
04:32
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UPSIDE-DOWN
See the funny picture of a man with a beard
When I turned it upside down,
a lady appeared
There is also a drawing of an ear,
if you stare,
When you set it clockwise it turns into a pear.
See the fly walking on the ceiling all-day
See the clown standing on his head just in play
See the poor fellow on the card hanging by his foot
See the potato tree with fruit on its root.
Our love is upside-down
You are down under, I am up above
I am down under,
you are up above
Upside-down is our love.
(evol ruo si nwod-edispU)
See the image in a pinhole camera box
See the lying body of a playing-dead fox
See the tropical bat hanging from a tree in the heat
See the breakdancer spinning on his head
in the street.
Our love is upside-down
You are down under, I am up above
I am down under, you are up above
Upside-down is our love.
(evol ruo si nwod-edispU)
See the funny picture of a man with a beard
When I turned it upside down,
a lady appeared
I have learned a yoga pose, well, just yesterday
It’s a simple head stand to make me feel ok
Gravity is at zero
My body is slowly turning around
I go counterclockwise
In the way that rainsticks do
And I turn into you
And I turn into you
And I turn into you
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12. |
Paradise and Hell
03:34
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PARADISE AND HELL
Good morrow, lad, sayeth God
How didst thou pass my guardian angels?
Excuse me, pardon, what a nice garden,
I am just passing through
Can I ask you, please, a question or two?
What is space and what is time?
Are we here for some reason
or just for the rhyme?
And what will happen, when I cross the line?
Will I be fine, will I drink wine
When I’m 69?
Listen, my son, well, just for fun
There is no space, there is no time.
Thou goest Nowhere
When thou kickest the air.
This very verse
Is the only universe
Thou art not worth a dime
Yes, thou art here just for the rhyme.
Paradise and Hell
A Blessing and a Spell
The Beast and La Belle
Hello and Farewell.
G’day my sprog, have you come for a jog?
How did you pass my dark hell’s angels?
Excuse me, pardon,
What a nice cauldron,
I am just passing through
Can I ask you, please, a question or two?
What is space and what is time?
Are we here for some reason
or just for the rhyme?
And what will happen
When I cross the line?
Will I be fine, will I drink wine
When I’m 69?
Well, listen, sproggy, it’s all a bit foggy
There is no space, there is no time.
You go Nowhere
When you kick the air.
This very verse
Is the only universe
You are not worth a dime
And yes, you’re here just for the rhyme.
Paradise and Hell (at the same time)
A Blessing and a Spell (in the same rhyme)
The Beast and La Belle (in the same name)
Hello and Farewell (in the same game)
Paradise and Hell (at the same time)
A Blessing and a Spell (in the same rhyme)
The Beast and La Belle (in the same name)
Hello and Farewell.
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Rastko Ciric Belgrade, Serbia
First personal album from the author of THE RUBBER SOUL PROJECT 1 (1995) and THE RUBBER SOUL PROJECT 2 (2015), albums dedicated to the Beatles, with lyrics by Goran Skrobonja. The Project contains 32 songs and included over 40 musicians. The TROPICAL BREAKFAST was conceived and inspired by a romantic trip to Australia. ... more
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