Musicanti di Brema
We have been the gardeners we have been the workers little angels of the house keepin’ the whole in order But the room was in a mess when the teacher took a class talkin’ about the colour for the grass Think we should have studied more but now the school is over God is breathin’ on our neck to get the map we stole while the world is in a mess and we’re tryin’ to change our class drink our glass smoke our grass save our ass We are gonna steal an object to set down our affairs We just wanna win a washer which could clean the nightmare Come enjoy the labyrinth call yourself a rover Followin’ the twine until the time is over Followin’ the twine but never found the loom We just can’t remember why We just can’t remember who God rules all upon my bedroom all o’er the world wars He just wanna make us feel dwarves put our things in order Take a picture of the good times we guys spend together Drinkin’ on this sinkin’ ship feelin’ rich and clever
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Choosin’ the pieces, chasin’ them all A temple’s a puzzle that’s made of stone Choosin’ the pieces chasin’ them all A temple’s just a puzzle you can make on your own I had a dream when I was just about two everybody was wrong and my parents too I had a dream when I was just three everybody was eatin’ shit but me And I’m riding a turtle of faith with no god to thank with no world to blame and I’ve been riding a turtle of faith everyday everyday everyday everyday I’ve been buildin’ a cromlech outside the cromlech Been buildin’ a cromlech outside their cromlech Choosin’ the pieces, findin’ the words Trapped in the puzzle and carved in stone Caught in a cage on the page that I wrote in this holy book I made on my own I’m eatin’ my bread while I sink in my wine been bound to this chainball all of my life but find some gunpowder to spark my recipe and you’ll watch me fly over the enemy lines And I’m riding a turtle of faith and I’m saying my evening prayers No more psychologies, just self made mythologies they could save the day everyday, everyday I’m riding a turtle of faith and now I feel no shame I’m saying my prayers saying my prayers they could save the day everyday everyday
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Into the battle the dunce is gonna dance around the circle Gettin’ near a fire the drums will play the same old song Shopping and revering ‘em all into the mall you hear the style call so you keep on shakin’ your bums until the leaders gong Let’s go together in a place that’s far beyond the sun over the great Orion and load our guns Shoot all your bolt against the chart Imagination’s your dart It tears apart Once I met the man who had the manners of a caveman his untrustworthy eyes said “why do you sing along?” I’m just like a bird and from my birth I like the brave men so I don’t tell no lies I sing like I’m ringing a ding dong Feet down to the ground Hands up to the sun That’s why the mountain told me to keep the volume high That’s why the Quentin told me That’s why the Long Train told me That’s why Dean Martin told me That’s why the Mountain told me to keep the volume high
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Frail the body through the mind Just a shell without soul Every step is going further to the unknown Where has life gone when it's gone? A cancer growing in my hand Cowboy style among the dead Ask the motherfuckin' audience in the drome Where has life gone when it's gone When life has gone
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Sono io la morte e porto corona, io Son di tutti voi signora e padrona e così sono crudele, così forte sono e dura che non mi fermeranno le tue mura... Sono io la morte e porto corona, io son di tutti voi signora e padrona e davanti alla mia falce il capo tu dovrai chinare e dell 'oscura morte al passo andare. Sei l'ospite d'onore del ballo che per te suoniamo, posa la falce e danza tondo a tondo il giro di una danza e poi un altro ancora e tu del tempo non sei più signora. Angelo Branduardi Cover
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’ai un manege C’est pas un manege, on dit qu’c’est une attraction au bord de la foire, au bord des lampions Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’ai une attraction beige Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’regarde les gens au centre de la fete, les tetes tournees vers les lumieres et les cris si grossiers Au centre du monde, ca passe devant Les yeux dans le ciel et les pieds de gravier Ca compte loin de mon vieux compteoir mais ca va comme ca parce que j’aime le soir Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’bois mon vin coupe Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis jamais seule J’ai mes pantins, mes etoiles qu’on ne voit plus les parfums d’autrefois et les tambours battus mais la foule d’un desert m’ennuie un peu Alors je prend mon fusil et je tire sur les gens les bouchons de liege sur le rythme du popcorn et la femme vetue de blanc ca fait quatre cents points Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis le manege Je prend mon fusil et je tire sur les gens Le vieil homme aux lunettes gagne un autre bouchon et l’enfant du notaire retire son prix Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis l’attraction Je m’appelle Sylvaine et j’ai plus d’attractions En ferraillant la grande fete est partie Je sais que les foires ont leurs asiles aussi et mon asile est d’rester seule comme un con Alors je prend mon fusil et je tire mes bouchons mais je n’rappelle plus si c’etaient balles de plomb et la femme vetue de blanc ca fait quatre cents points Je m’appelle Sylvaine et je suis le manege Je m’appelle Sylvaine et... et je m’ennie un peu
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
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Drink a spoon from this river Play a tune for a wicked soul Here we flow down this river Acheron dressed in sunday clothes You tame us in this churchyard when we go Mom, hey, when do we go? Thought it over S.M.S. cross the river Epigraphs We are what we read Necropolitan previous issues magazines we tame in our old garage when they age Mom, hey, when do we go? Thought it over In this windy afternoon garages sleep upon their doom they dream of smoke they dream the day when all the papers burn Burn burn burn burn burn Burn down burn down low Down down down down low Down down down down low Down down below
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Heat of noon Their black clothes hide the lights of the moon The gift I received rarely they give A knot of three on a saffron wall was waiting me They started to sing This their string Hard law of fate we’re going to say In this world, man you walk watchin’ back This Rigmarole teaches all you must know that we must kneel, man to the three Maids’ command They were there to hear the cry when the lame king became blind Don’t use your ears sound of their shears snippin’ now The first one showed how a quest has been worked out by the still living dead man That in childhood was hanged Two told the tale The hanged child was lame Three said this song proved the lame man was wrong What I thought when I sailed is “winds of doom, I dare” But we live in a ring, the storm has drawn it on my skin Rape my life A river takes me now Two feet’s pride, morning star Watch three feet cryin’ on
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
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The roaring of the engine draws a perfect cut across the beard of my land, now we cross our paths Some life just would be captured so I’ll hold this pact Herr Murnau please to meet you ‘though I think that we’re a different kind Herr Murnau don’t you fool me tell me what you sacrify We are parties to a plot That a little film divide Bring your presents in this grot and the box that traps the sun inside Herr Murnau don’t be nervous I am gonna play the beast for you Herr Murnau tell your servant I want some make-up for me too Herr Murnau don’t be nervous I think we are a different kind Just tell me what’s your sacrifice I read the book you talk about Give me a draught of cordial now I can’t remind the face of my love I read the book I think it’s sad In the last chapters of this plot the hunter plays the lamb Bring the light over this spot and turn all lymph to sand Bring the light upon this spot Contour lines black and white There was blood once in my shadow You’re an albumin vampire Last chapters of this plot Bring the light upon this spot
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Non sempre con la falce solo erba taglieremo Che l’Europa e’ antidoto, l’Europa e’ veleno S’aggira uno spettro nei pressi di Bremen Il padre di tuo padre ha insegnato alla mia schiena come suona il giogo, come la catena Oggi suona il sasso, al passo verso Brema Ho annunciato ogni giorno che ha mandato Dio La mia voce e’ il taglio tra travaglio e oblio Questo giorno del Signore voglio che sia mio Let my shoulders bend under the weight of your feet, my friends See what man is like by this totem head through the windows light Let my shoulders bend under the weight of your feet, my friends See what man is like Swear we won’t be meat in this world of knives Tu che un tempo hai morso i morsi dalla fame Tu sei stato guardia, vieni, lasciati guardare Trova un nuovo orgoglio spoglio del collare Ha messo consiglio il nostro artiglio per un poco Ho dormito in casa tua, un’ombra sul tuo fuoco Ora l’alba aspetti, allunghi i suoi rintocchi non spengano il mistero che dorme nei miei occhi Join the city band ‘cause both Rome and Moscow turned to sand In this place this time swear we won’t be meat In this world of knives
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026