Airing from Kolyma (2018)

AIRING FROM KOLYMA (2018)

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FREE WOMAN

We came from out of nothing, they said when we were young, from the streets of Székesfehérvár, off to Magadan. We wished we had the wings to fly like the Turul bird, and sing to all the Bolsheviks what they had never heard:

Born a free woman! I was born a free woman!

I was born an orphan and Kolyma was my home, that is what they told me and I walked off on my own. And when I sank down on my knees to cut my wrists and die, reflected in the river I could see your colors fly.

Born a free woman! I was born a free woman!

For thirty years they killed us in the concentration camps, like the ghosts of children all too young to understand. But one day they called us in and said that we were free, for the voice of liberty had spread from Hungary.

Born a free woman! I was born a free woman!

We saw the traitors hide in university and school, a new invasion army, the same old foreign rule. Defenders of Europe – the hussar and the lance – the Turul bird is rising, flying, leading our advance.

Born a free woman! I was born a free woman!

Born a free woman! I was born a free woman!

REVOLUTIONARY ROAD

Early one morning we opened my door, and did something I never dared to before. We never looked back and never returned – my life was a Rubicon bridge that I burned.

We smoked a fag and went to my car, saw in the mirror the death of a star. Minute by minute my life ceased to be, and on the freeway there was only me.

And I kissed your eyelids, caressed your white skin, said “this is where our new lives begin: ME NE FREGO!”

I drove to the sea where we saw the big blue, under the red sun shimmering through clouds so fragile they weren’t almost there, dancing like spirits with silver-white hair.

I took off my clothes and stood there alone, watched the blue waves swallow my clones, that worked so hard to hide my old fear, that made me a ghost no one could come near.

And I kissed your eyelids, caressed your white skin, said “this is where our new lives begin: ME NE FREGO!”

I looked in your eyes and said “now it’s done, what so many ended has finally begun – my life is on fire it burns with a flame, I long had forgotten rejected my name.”

And when the moon rose above the high ground, I saw in the palm of my hand – looking down – the lines I could trace back to where I belong, and said to myself I must right what is wrong.

And I kissed your eyelids, caressed your white skin, said “this is where our new lives begin: ME NE FREGO!”

Now we sit under the open night skies, wrinkles around your wonder-blue eyes, and sometimes i think back to that early dawn, at the big blue when i was reborn.

And I kissed your eyelids, caressed your white skin, said “this is where our new lives begin.”

And I kissed your eyelids, caressed your white skin, said “this is where our new lives begin.”

DEAD GIRL WALKING

And she walked cross the field, by the church of St George, and the wind was as warm as the day.

But the moon was so cold, far away like the day, and the green grass led her away.

To the docks, on the rocks, she laid down like she had all her seven summers, but tonight:

Just a girl without a name, just another “woman” slain, that longed to be mother and wife. But the “child”, 33, who just loved “liberty”, took poor young Mary-Anne’s life.

She was gone and the long night would not ever end, and there would never shine down any light.

And they found her next day, naked in the grass, and her eyes could not see anymore.

Raped and murdered, Mary-Anne, and the anger they felt in the neighborhood sealed every door.

Just a girl without a name, just another “woman” slain, that longed to be mother and wife. But the “child”, 33, who just loved “liberty”, took poor young Mary-Anne’s life.

In the papers they read: ”we all need to calm down, he’s a good boy, anger is so bad.”

Media they covered up the entire story – after all it was just one more dead.

Someone from the government talked about compassion, “and this boy has seen a lot of pain.”

But compassion is a bitch, when he finished speaking, someone put a bullet in his brain.

Just a girl without a name, just another “woman” slain, that longed to be mother and wife. But the “child”, 33, who just loved misery, took poor young Mary-Anne’s life, took poor young Mary-Anne’s life, took poor young Mary-Anne’s life.

SOFT COLLISION

A touch he would never regret, he felt that day in June, at the door when she gave him a kiss.

Skin soft like a feather, touched his fragile lips, and he felt the soft collision of their tongues.

Her arms, his skin, nothing between – just love at first sight.

Summer came to split them – one month is eternity, for two that want to be one.

Every time he closed his eyes, she was close to him, and he sucked her fragrance into his lungs.

Her arms, his skin, nothing between – just love at first sight.

Union day was close, but seemed more far away for every day it wouldn’t come.

She sent him a postcard from far, far away, and he knew a new life had begun.

Her arms, his skin, nothing between – just love at first sight.

Her arms, his skin, nothing between – just love at first sight.

Just love at first sight.

ALPHA DOG

Rolling down the freeway, guided by a star, heading for tomorrow, the trucker and the bar. See the morning sunshine, the crescent cross the bay – we built this road and baby, we are here to stay.

Staying in a motel, eating sloppy food, staying up ’til daybreak, cause I’m in the mood. Hit the gas and move your ass, or there’ll be hell to pay – we built this road and baby, we are here to stay.

My will be done for God is gone, and we were born to fight. We built this land from dust and sand, and baby it’s our right.

The crimson fields of flowers, the factories and smoke, the coastline and the cities, a burger and a coke. Got the highway fever, and I am on my way – we built this road and baby, we are here to stay.

Turn me on at midnight, and I will turn the wheel, this girl is made of chrome and sex, and got a mind of steel. Smell the rubber burning, and honey make my day – we built this road and baby, we are here to stay.

My will be done for God is gone, and we were born to fight. We built this land from dust and sand, and baby it’s our right.

My will be done for God is gone, and we were born to fight. We built this land from dust and sand, and baby it’s our right.

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