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Gogol Bordello
Gogol Bordello


Информация
Откуда New York, New York, United States
Жанры Gypsy Punk
Годы 1999—н.в.
Лейблы Columbia Records
SideOneDummy Records
Rubric Records
См. также Balkan Beat Box
Сайт Website
Состав
Eugene Hütz
Sergey Ryabtsev
Yuri Lemeshev
Thomas Gobena
Oren Kaplan
Oliver Charles
Pamela Racine
Elizabeth Sun
Pedro Erazo
Бывшие участники
Eliot Ferguson
Karl Alvarez
Rea Mochiach
Sasha Kazatchkoff
Vlad Solovar
Ori Kaplan
Susan Donaldson



Альбом Gogol Bordello


Live From Axis Mundi (06.10.2009)
06.10.2009
1.
Ultimate (BBC Sessions)
2.
Wonderlust King (BBC Sessions)
3.
Mishto! (BBC Sessions)
4.
Alcohol (BBC Sessions)
5.
American Wedding (BBC Sessions)
6.
You Gave Up (Roumania) (BBC Sessions)
7.
Stivali e Colbacco (Super Taranta Sessions)
8.
Troubled Friends (Gypsy Punk Sessions)
9.
10.
11.
Immigrant Punk (instrumental)
. . .



If we are here not to do
What you and I wanna do
And go forever crazy with it
Why the hell are we even here?

There was never any good old days
They are today, they are tomorrow
It's a stupid thing we say
Cursing tomorrow with sorrow

When we stand here in a row
Looking like a bunch of heroes
I know that deep inside
Nothing more but bunch of zeroes

Skolko utetchki tepla
Vot takaja vot sudba
Nam segodnja suzdena
A bit mezget chto kogda da-j povezet!

Steppin' on the trail of Ultimate
I would never choose to die
so give me rest of all the secrets
give me new culture of life

Ultimate!
Ultimate!
Ultimate!
Ultimate!


. . .



Back in the day yo as we learned
A man was not considered to be
Considered to be fully grown
Has he not gona beyond the hills
Has he not crossed the 7 seas
Yeah, 7 seas at least!

Now all them jokers kept around
Just like the scarecrows in hometown
Yeah, scarecrows in hometown
From screen to screen they're travelin'
But I'm a wonderlust king

I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
In the world's beat up road sign
I saw new history of time...
New history of time!!!

Through Siberian woods
LyricsBreaking up their neck

Chinese moving in building discoteques

Homemade sex toys and whatnot
Yeah, and why not?
Well at least it's something different
From what they got in every other airport

Ja ne evrei, no koje-chto pohozge
sovrat ne dast ni Yura ni Seryozga!
Simple because I'm not a total gadjo
Da ja shut, ja tziratch, nu tak stozge?

I traveled the world
Looking for understanding
Of the times that we live in
Hunting and gathering first hand information
Challenging definitions of sin

I traveled the world
Looking for lovers
Of the ultimate beauty
But never settled in
I'm Wonderlust King!

And presidents
And billionaires
And generals
They'll never know
What I have owned!
What I have owned...
I'm a wonderlust king!


. . .


Sha bu'et kruto blya!
Sha bu'et kruto!

. . .



Yeah o yeah you seen me walk
On burning bridges
Yeah o yeah you seen me fall
In love with witches
And you know my brain is held
Inside by stitches
Yet you know I did survive
All of your lovely sieges

And you know that I'll pick up
Every time you call
Just to thank you one more time
Alcohol
And you know that I'll survive
Every time you come
Just to thank you one more time
For everything you've done

Alcohol
Alcohol

LyricsAnd I'm sorry some of us
Given you bad name
yeah o yeah, cause without you
Nothing is the same
Yeah o yeah i miss you so
Every time we break up
Just to hit a higher note
Every time we make up

Who's crawlin' up my spine - alcohol
I've been waiting long long time - alcohol
Now you teach me how to rhyme - alcohol
Just don't stab me in the back with cartisol

Now we reunite - alcohol
And forever be divine - alcohol
Screw a light bulb in my head - alcohol
may that ceremony be happy or sad...


. . .



Have you ever been to American wedding?
Where is the vodka, where's marinated herring?
Where is the supply that gonna last three days?
Where is the band that like Fanfare.
Gonna keep it goin' 24 hours

Ta-tar-ranta-ta-ta
Super taran-ta taran-ta ran-ta ta

Instead it's one in the mornin'
and DJ is patchin' up the cords
Everybody's full of cake
Staring at the floor
Proper couples start to wonder
That it's time to do
People gotta get up early
Yep, they gotta go
People gotta get up early
And she'd gotta boyfriend
And this whole fucking thing
Is just a one huge disappointment
Lyrics
Ta-tar-ran-ta

Nothing gets these people going
not even Gypsy Kings
nobody talks about my Supertheory
of Supereverythings!
SO be you Donald Trump
Or be an anarchist
Make sure that your wedding
Doesn't end up like this

I understand the cultures
Of a different kind
But here word celebration
Just doesn't come to mind


. . .


...
You gave up
and said well that's life
you gave up
and said that's life
but the somthing something something
and the something knows the rest
you gave up and said well that's life
but no no no no no,
my friend that's death
...

. . .


Mi sembri la figlia
Di un capo cosacco
Con quegli stivali
E quel nero… Colbacco
Ahi, ahi,ahi
Ahi, ahi, ahi

Chiunque ti guarda
Rimane di stucco
Ed ogni ragazzo
Si sente un calmucco
Ahi ahi ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi ahi ahi

Tutta la gente si gira
Si gira.
Quando ti vede passar
Passar.
Non sente piu che c'e freddo
C'e freddo.
E resta ferma a guardar.

Sei alta sei bionda
Sei proprio uno spacco
Con quegli stivali
E quel nero colbacco.
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi

Tutta la gente si gira
Si gira.
Quando ti vede passar
Passar.
Non sente piu che c'e freddo
C'e freddo.
E resta ferma a guardar.

Sei alta sei bionda
Sei proprio uno spacco
Con quegli stivali
E quel nero colbacco.
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi

Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi

Tutta la gente si gira
Si gira.
Quando ti vede passar
Passar.
Non sente piu che c'e freddo
C'e freddo.
E resta ferma a guardar.

Sei alta sei bionda
Sei proprio uno spacco
Con quegli stivali
E quel nero colbacco.
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi
Ahi ahi ahi

Hey hey hey

. . .



We're replacing the groom
With a Mexican head honcho

Troubled friends
Troubled friend

Kumbija

What do you do and what if it's true
When your best friend confesses to you
That he has become something of a dealer

What do you do and what if it's true
When your best friend confesses to you
That he has become a serial killer

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends
Hide them from the cops?
[inaudible lyrics/Ukrainian/Gypsy]
What do you do, do you do
LyricsWith all... troubled friends

Troubled friend
Troubled friend

What do you do, and what if it's true
When your best friend confesses to you
That he has become a serial killer

What do you do, and what if it's true
When your best friend confesses to you
That he has become a car dealer

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends
Hide them from the cops
[inaudible lyrics/Ukrainian/Gypsy]
What do you do, do you do
With all, troubled friends

Troubled friend
Troubled friend

Kumbija

[inaudible lyrics/Ukrainian/Gypsy]

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends
Hide them from the cops
[inaudible lyrics/Ukrainian/Gypsy]
What do you do, do you do
With all, troubled friends


. . .



60 revolutions per minute
this is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all alarms!
Without overthrowing czars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!

60 revelations per minute
this is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Without ringing all alarms!...

I'm gathering new generation
That's gonna stand up to it
To this karaoke dictatorship
Where posers and models with guitars
Boogie to the shit for beats
I make a better rock revolution
LyricsAlone with my dick!

60 por minuto es mi reputacion
y no te estoy hablando de revolucion
hace mucho teimpo q ya no te decian
basta de injusticia, muerte y policia.

Digas lo que digas ya esta todo arregiado
hagas lo que hagas te mandan deportado
el que tiene impone y sobre la ley dispone
mientras que el pobre es pobre,
muere de hambre y otro se la come


. . .



Upon arriving to the melting pot
I get penciled in as a goodamn white
Now that I am categorized
Officer gets me naturalized
Now that I'm living up in God knows where
Sometime it gets hard without a friend
But as I am lurking around
Hoptza! I see another immigrant punk!
There is a little punk rock mafia
Everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her...

Legalize me! Realize me!

Despite the living up in USA
I'm still holding up in all my ways
I gotta friends, we gotta band
We still make sound you can't stand
Without banging on some big old pot
Without getting out of bed
But I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
LyricsHoptza! I see another immigrant punk!
There is a little punk rock mafia
Everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her...

Legalize me! Realize me!
Party!

Of course we immigrants wanna sing all night long
Don't you know the singing salves the troubled soul?
So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
I got a method and you don't
You got a dictionary kicking around?
Look up the immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk!


. . .

Immigrant Punk (instrumental)

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