Men with beards, what are they hiding
Could i handle the truth if they chose me to confide in
Or would my dead body be found down a railway siding
Where i've been murdered by a man with a beard?

You can't work out what they're thinking in their face
Because they've got hair growing all over the place
You can't tell what they're up to, maybe it's best not to know
Perhaps they're full of hair up here but they've got none down below?

Do they put porno mag's in the bushes in the woods?
Do they interfere with kids and make them say thank you afterwards?
Do they hang around in parks, wait til after dark
Jump out of the bushes and then fuck you for a lark?

Men with beards, what are they concealing?
That facial fuzz gives me an uneasy feeling!
Might they find my dismembered corpse up in the ceiling
Where i've been butchered by a man with a beard?

Shipman, Bin Laden, Stilgoe, Haystacks
They were all hiding something and that's an actual fact
Whispering Bob Harris, why was his voice so soft
Had he murdered a prostitute up in his loft?

Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper
He avoided the use of a razor or clipper
They've all got a secret, don't think that they ain't
It could be something as simple as a skin complaint

Men with beards what are they obscuring?
They all seem so confident and so assuring
But to some wasteground, you, they will be luring
Where you'll be bludgeoned by a man with a beard.

Watch out for men with beards!

Acoustic version of Boundaries by the Inner Terrestrials performed by vocalist Jay Terrestrial.

Break the boundaries, tear down the walls
Live as one, one love stand tall
Jack survives and giants fall
These are our streets, our world, our call
Live together, stand together
Learn to help and trust each other
The people on the ground we run this town
Stand as one! No creed no colour

The heart of the streets coming on strong

It helps the real crooks to thrive
It suits the rich to cause a divide
They rub their hands when cultures clash
Division helps them earn their cash
Think about it, how do they get rich
While the people who run things live like shit?
Well it doesn’t have to be this way
If we could all unite, just unite! One day

The heart of the streets coming on strong

This ruthlessness just brings us down
People screw and people frown
But when we stand on common ground
We run the streets of every town!

The heart of the streets coming on strong

Freemasonry, the religion with a thousand faces which pervades all strata of every society.

There's a moaning I hear when I try to sleep.
It's the sound of a drawn out tragedy
The result of centuries of neglect.
With no attention paid to cause and effect
And the pain gets worse and the screams ensue.

It's the world living with a parasite
It's the world living with it's own infectious disease.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.

The infestation reaches far beyond it's means.
The sapping of the strength has muffled all the screams.
Self centered beings play out self centered lives.
Indifferent creatures living in indifferent times
And the blame is passed round when the death throes sound

It's the world living with a parasite
It's the world living with it's own infectious disease.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.
Ruin is what you wanted
Ruin is what you get
Ruin is what you worked towards every single day.

Ruin!

Composer: Astor Piazolla
Performer: Unkown to uploader

Apologies for the terrible audio quality.
Interesting interpretation of Verano Porteño with unique walking bass/galloping/staccato slurred triplet chords e.t.c.

La Fraction perform Pas Perdue live 2018

Pas perdue, pas paumée
Pas perdue, pas paumée
Décidée, pas paumée
Pas perdue, attisée
D’abord sentir monter comme une humeur gaie
La langue se délie et plonge dans un lac frais

Et un mot, après l’autre
Et un mot, après l’autre
Une envie , puis une autre
Un mot, après l’autre
Evoluer en eaux profondes, auprès de ma blonde je me sens vraie
Etre en terrain d’entente, reconnaître l’amie qui me tend les bras

Et les rires, qui pétillent
Et les voix, qui déraillent
Et les rires, qui pétillent
Et c’est moi, qui vacille
Une délicieuse ivresse infiltre doucement mes membres alanguis
Entraîne la sécheresse qui me reste dans la gorge, chasse l’affreux ennui

Le roulis
Le bruit des vagues
Le tournis
Le bruit des vagues
L’équilibre en vacances, mon corps abandonné chavire
Un tourbillon emporte mes dernières idées noires avant que le bateau ne coule
Etre une fois de plus le pantin ravi de ces nuits qui n’ont jamais de fin
J’suis pas seule, j’suis saoûle, tous mes scrupules détalent et ma raison s’écroule

Translation.

NOT LOST

Not lost, not a loser
Not lost, not a loser
Decided, not a loser
Not lost, just stirred up
First you feel a kind of merry mood
The tongue unwinds and dives into a fresh lake

A word, then another
A word, then another
A longing, then another
A word, then another
Evolving in deep water beside my lager, I feel alive
To be on common ground and acknowledge this friend open armed

Laughter bubbling
Voices raving
Laughter bubbling
It’s me who’s staggering
A delicious rapture softly seeps into my languid body
And sweeps away the dryness in my throat, casting the boredom away

Swaying, swaying
Waves breaking, waves breaking
Dizzy, dizzy
Waves breaking, waves breaking
Stability is on holiday, my body’s capsized
In a whirl the last of my darkest thoughts are cast out before the boat sinks
To be once again the delighted puppet of those endless nights
I’m not alone, I’m drunk…my scruples scuttle off and my reason crumbles..

Composer: Carlo Domeniconi
Performer: Franziska Henke

The most delicate, articulate and dynamic rendition's of Schnee in Istanbul i have ever heard.

Composers: Dead Kennedys
Performers: No Means No

I don't need your way of life
I can't stand your attitudes
I can do without your strife
I don't need this fucking world

This world brings me down
Gag with every breath
This world brings me down
I'm looking forward to death

It seems so unreal to me
So much hate and so mouch pity
I can't take another day

It's such a bore it gets me really sore
I don't need this fucking world

This world brings me down
Gag with every breath
This world brings me down
I'm looking forward to death

Looking forward to death.

Composer: Mozart
Performer: Unknown to uploader

L.A. funk/Afrobeat band broadcast live from Seattle studio.

Never liked love songs but with this level of musicianship and a brilliant vocal, i'm in.

Composer: Federico Moreno Torroba
Performer: Ana Vidović