Play the Music Loud

Play the music loud
who cares whether they are loading guns
or filling their sacks with golds
roll your smoking paper my freinds
and light it with flames and smokes
there is fire everywhere
dont worry for matchsticks in the land of torch

Play the music loud
No one wants to hear ur scream of cold turkey
Let;s put a curtain here and make it invisible
No one wants to see you banging the doors
No one wants to help you put the ladder on your bed

Play the music loud
Your story is complicated and they hate it
they have no solution for your future
there is no such thing as being a good son

All you have is your generation
squatting by the roadside
fixing their eyes in the lost air of innocence
searching for something to replace their anger

All u have is your generation
smacking their own madness
suffocating in their own vomit

Play the music loud
and look at the windshields of the army trucks

and Hallucinate what you deserve
Once a while you need to be served

Hallucinate what you are not
Once a while you need to be someone else

Hallucinate to be the flag in air
Once a while you need to feel the freedom

Hallucinate to be the names on the tombstones
once a while you need to be a hero

Play the music loud
Scream against this society

Spit at the holes of their guns
throw your fist in the air
Clean yourselves with their memorandums
blow off your nose against their propagandas

Play the music loud
Worry not for those actors and liars and killers.
For all the things they have done
they will be gone
Leaving their homes soak in their own blood
They will be flown like rain
leaving their homes wet

Play the music Loud
Dance inside your canvas shoes
leave the leather shoes for the ones who sing fake blues
You dont need their injection
to look handsome

You don't need their guns
just to say you are lonesome
You dont want to be a good son
for they will demand a ransom
You belong to this generation
to not make a bow at the dead sons
but to cry out loud your existence
from your heart with bloodfull of veins

Play the music loud
don't bother by the clowns in the circus
the stuntmen in suits are jumping
from chair to chair

Play your music loud
The music from the speakers of Television is a lie
the music in the big theater is a fraud
the music in the music stores are for them
who don't have a mouth
The music they call classical will never speak for you
Your mouth is the best speaker for you
Sing with your tongue
don't just hum!
Lick the society's cunt
taste it! face it! chase it!

Play the music Loud
there is no charm in such silence
in such confused face like yours
dont bother by the fights
They are fighting for lands
when they need a space of one square feet to stand
and a seven feet to become ashes
Let them grow the walls of brick
Now stupidity and insanity is part of humanity
Play the music loud
Play the music loud