Gare Terminus (songs)

C G …]

(t:85 r:4/4) (slow)

we are Hookers for Jesus
we sell our pride
and no man we are ser ving
wants to be at our place

D] x2

we are trapped by the sa viour
its sacred rites
and the Fa mily holds us
just no way to re bel

D D C G] x2

t:135 r:4 (fast) D…

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let concealment go through
new sacred rites
and no men we are serving
wants to be at our place

Flirty fishing flirty flirty fishing
Hookers for Jesus
Flirty fishing flirty flirty fishing
Hookers for Jesus

Adam and Eve your god is a pimp (x4)

(spoken)

(wshisper)
Flirty fishing fishy flirting
no one ever got the warning
Behind the mask of pious reason
The Trinity turns into threesome

(low)
by virtue of the ten commandments
your soul is raped and then abandoned
(high)
the tender flesh is penetrated
(scream)
with bloody cross you're initiated

(back to main theme)

(t:85 r:4/4) (slow)

we are Hookers for Jesus
we sell our pride
and the Fa mily holds us
just no way to re bel

20160807

Em Em G A

(t:110 r:2/4)

1 We are all numbers A] in a sta tistic A]
With sta tistics is easy A] to measure ex istence A]
That one's successfull, A] the other's a failure A]
You are the star A] while your score is in favour A]

This is progress, no less A] G A Em]

2 A senseless game A] by the ones in con trol A]
Brains drain A] where money flows A]
For job security A] and a pension A]
wars are started A] with good intentions A]

3 But there's a gray line between the "good" and the "bad"
a statistical error that one always ne glects
the out liers, the marginals, the homeless, the freaks
the hopeless ones for whom no one weeps

4 The silent majority that never for gets
Forever ignored, but is not dead yet
Now we have the tools and we have the i deals
It's time to wake up and make our stand real

This is progress, no less A] x2

5 Half of the net A] world's worth A]
is owned by 1% A] of the world's dirt A]
As superpowers A] colonize new markets A]
humans are trafficked A] and children are starving A]

This is progress, no less A] G A Em]

6 The West invented A] its own monsters A]
Now we pay in blood A] for their slaughter A]
Keep them divided A] and keep them in fear A]
the Orwellian future A] is already here A]

7 Transparency for the powerful, accounta bility for the rich
Protection and solidarity for the weak and the sick
Less politics, dEmagogy, "faith" and re ligion
Education for all – learning is freedom

8 Distributed knowledge can not be des troyed
Anonymous speech can not be con trolled
Our stronghold – the elec tronic fron tier
It's time to wake up and make our stand real

This is progress, no less A] x4

20180305

(t:135 r:2/4)

Am G F G

please, give me someone elses' life
i want to rest in peace for a while
seeing through the eyes of a child
has left me too old before my own time

please, give me someone else's thoughts
mine are too worn out to wear
searching for the root of the cause
has cut my own causes to the root

"There's always a way to continue a game"
"Be patient and strong" advice the Wise
Maybe the next will be your lucky bet
just spin the wheel of the Russian rou lette

1 verse]
AAAA GGGG GbGbGb-G-Gb EEEE] riff E

please, let me share someone's excitemnet
mine is as stale as a ghosts'
a bleeding heart brings hollow compassion
and the three cheers from a nonchalant crowd

please, stop the earth I want to get off
I never signed for this ride
my limbs are rusty and my soul is weak
and my knees won't hold the weight of these thoughts

"There's always a way to continue a game"
"Be patient and strong" advice the Wise
Maybe the next will be your lucky bet
just spin the wheel of the Russian rou lette
(repeat)

1 verse]
AAAA GGGG GbGbGb-G-Gb EEEE] riff E

20170816

(t:150 r:3/4)

He was a boxer the last of his kind
Alone he only fought for his name
And he knew that de feat is only making you strong
And that victory can never be bought

He had no coach, he belonged to no club
He learned all he knew from the street
That it takes more than knuckles to win a fight
and that no fight is larger than life

He won medals and had no loss to his name
Yet he knew that it's all just a game
He beat his op ponents yet acc epted no praise
You only win when you conquer your self

Then they came with their black suits and said:
"From today, buddy, you are fighting for us!"
And their lawyers sat down with their papers and pens
And he knew that the game has new rules

Am G Am x2

Behind the door he heard the cries of his son
His mother held him tight in her arms:
"Don't cry, my child, daddy soon'll be with us"
Then he turned to the gloom in the room

"Gentlemen, won't you give me a day!
I need to con sider this, if I may."
"Take your time, champion, just don't take too long:
for tomorrow we'll be back at your door"

And in the dark their faceless faces smiled
their hollow faceless face smiles
And their shiny black suits crawled back one by one
in the backs of their shiny black cars

Am G Am x2
F G Em Am
Am G Am

The boxer then took his battered old gloves,
and put them in his son's sleeping cot
Dream, my boy, dream and re member the time
When hearts of great men no money could buy

He kissed the forehead of his weary wife
He straightened the blankets and put off the light
Then quietly closed the back door behind
And disappeared as a ghost in the night

When they came again with their lawyers and suits
They banged at the door and they spitted insults
they cursed and they quarreled and they screamed and they cried
for the heart of great man no money could buy

Am G Am x2
F G Em Am
Am G Am x2

No one has seen the boxer since then
He was the last of his kind among men
He knew that more than knuckles takes to win a fight
And that no fight is ever larger than life

If some day as you stroll down the street
An old man in rags you happen to meet
be kind to him, bow down, and give him a hand x2
He might be the boxer – a great one among men x2

Am G Am
Am G Am Am Am END times 1-2-3]

20171017

(t:125 r:4/4)

(arpeggio)
Distorted face - a razor blade
A mirror image - fades away \
The pain too strong - to bear alone \
Succumbing to the final blow

(full)
Our hopes and dreams - are left behind
a fragile shelter - for the blind /
No choices left - for those who see /
Eternal void will set them free

(arpeggio)
(whistle) 1/2

(arpeggio)
Lust, greed, lies - and dis trust
What did the heroes - struggled for? \
Burned down - the pan theon \
The body cruci fied the soul

(full)
Now it's too late - to stop the fall
The monster breeds - inside us all /
a blazing trail - into the sun /
only death will for give our sins (x2)
G Am]

20151021

(t:160 r:4/4)

Bm G A Bm = Am F G Am = Gm E F Gm = Em C D Em

(arpeggio)
Days go by and then you die
what is left are tears and debt
to all the ones who tried to help
the helpless one, the hopeless son

(full)
We are marching on and on
to brighter dawn so we're told
as night draws near it dawns on us
our days are done what's left is dust

Chorus:

(full)
Under a flag of success
Are buried no less
Than one million
Broken hopes

When you're at the top
Re member to stop
And pay your dues
To the lost

(arpeggio)
(mouth whistle)

(arpeggio)
For every one fallen down
thousand more will follow on
there's always more to carry on
to brighter dawn or so they're told

(full)
To all braves that follow on
heed the cries of fallen ones
in their shoes you are marching on
the helpless ones, the hopeless sons

20160804

Autumn leaves are falling all around
quietly like corpses kiss the ground
The beauty in your eyes is death
When two souls kiss - begins the end

Roots of trees stick out like veins
Morning dew caresses them like tears
The forest breathes through our weakened lungs
The branches touch - like our tongues

(spoken word)

"True philosophers make dying their profession and to them
of all men death is least alarming. They are thoroughly dissatisfied
with the body, and long to have their souls independent of it
When this happens are not] frightened, are not] distressed.
are] glad to set out for the place where there is a prospect
of attaining the object of their lifelong desire which is wisdom
Surely there are many who have chosen of their own free will to follow
dead lovers and wives and sons to the next world, in the hope of seeing
and meeting there the persons whom they loved. If this is so,
will a true lover of wisdom be grieved at dying? Will he not be glad
to make that journey?" Socrates, Plato Dialogues: Phaedo]

Will he not be glad to make that journey?
Will he not be glad to make that journey?

We're million years old like the earth
Born of her, to her we return
The beauty in your eyes is death
When two souls kiss - begins the end

Dead leaves are covering the ground
like waterfalls of blood they flow around
I asked the mushroom why do leaves die
the forest is committing suicide

(Whisper: Suicide for life, suicide, suicide…)

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