BLOOD PASSIO N NIET

BLOOD PASSIO N NIET

30.12.13

SUMMERTIME for XMAS (in last xmas day) loop

SUMMERTIME song for xmas (in last xmas day) loop 
(Nniet Brovdi: voice, words, sax, pipe-organ, noise, electronics; images, performer) 




The sun.
Summertime-Eh eh!

The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me


I'm outside an alcoholic Bar

Summertime
I feel cold I feel cold I feel cold
Many people walk in front of my eyes. I just, I recognise humans.Them, walking like shadows and ghosts in this atmosphere of moist fog,cold, Russian alcoholic, my friend oh oh yes

Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian 


Now I'm in City Rome. Why? Maybe it's a mystery that I 'm here. Again Again Again


Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs)


The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me

You don't believe what others say
The snow, the fog and the insidious obfuscated shadows of humans.
They walk up and down like crazy restless. Outside an alcoholic Bar. This is a strange summertime oh yes sure!-

Hi there! Do you want a drink? No? Do you not...Now, many people are laughing about me. (Maybe I'm a fool kind kind kind...Maybe)

BUT I don't believe in what they say
Now, I take my sax. I play and sing and shout a Christmas Song

I sing out of tune up to touch the sky, the Heaven


I'm a man- bad-shadow, desperate, happy and save!

Summertime.
Now it's Christmas, and I can demand money who walks. Yes

Many people walk in front of my eyes. I just, I recognise humans.Them, walking like shadows and ghosts in this atmosphere of moist fog, cold, Russian alcoholic, my friend oh oh yes


Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! 

Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song

OH!This is a complicated Bar


Walking three men dressed as women wedding Bridal! ehhhh uhhhh ohhhh 

Three men have white-veil and orange flowers!

Now, I'singing a silly song like me!


Three Holy sisters walk dancing and pray like crazy Africa-humans 

Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian 
Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs) 
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song 
You must be crazy if you want to live in this world 

Happy Holy Days Happy Holy Days Happy Holy Days


This is a double vision This is a double life This is another trick 


The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me The Words arn't enough to me


In my heart I feel white voices of baby-angels LACRYMOSA LACRYMOSA LACRYMOSA in Heaven 

I feel the intense incense in my head My brother, from distant worlds of death, He protects me 
One IS FOR ME One IS FOR ME One IS FOR ME

And walk three guys-priests with holy water for you


Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! 

Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song 
Three Holy sisters walk dancing and pray like crazy Africa-humans 
Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian 
Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs) 
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song 
And walk three guys-priests with holy water for you

My wife is dead like Ophelia. She calls me. - Are you coming with me in the river? - I can't commit suicide. I can give you the flowers in Eternity


Now, we play with the snow the snow the snow


Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! 

Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song 
Three Holy sisters walk dancing and pray like crazy Africa-humans 
Walking like shadows my friends alcoholics-Russian 
Three geese walk as soldiers. They sing off-key Christmas song! ah ah! (I love Christmas songs) 
Walk Three piglets and singing the Christmas song 
And walk three guys-priests with holy water for you

Now, we play with the snow the snow the snow 


loop loop loop Xmas Nniet Brovdi xxx th copyright Minimal Production XH 2013

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