Sliny Kazik

November 25, 2008

Kazik “Mariola”
słowa: R. Sadowski
muzyka: T. Chyła

Chodzi pastuszek za gąseczkami, a ma ich razem siedem
Chodzi pastuszek za gąseczkami – ja tam za Tobą nie będę!
Mariollo! Mariollo! Moja dollo i niedollo!

Pasie pastuszek gąseczki, pasie, a bąk mu huczy na basach
Pasie pastuszek gąseczki, pasie – ja tam nie będę Cię pasał!
Mariollo! Mariollo! Moja dollo i niedollo!

Skubie pastuszek gąseczki z piórek, toć z nudów trzeba coś dłubać
Skubie pastuszek, gąseczki skubie – ja tam nie bede Cię skubał!
Mariollo! Mariollo! Moja dollo i niedollo!

Pędzi pastuszek do domu gąski, bo mu już w nosku zakrzepło
Pędzi pastuszek do domu gąski – a mnie tam zawsze jest ciepło!
Mariollo! Mariollo! Moja dollo i niedollo!

Płacze pastuszek za jedną gąską, bo gdzieś przepadła bez wieści
Płacze za jedną, a ja nie będę – toż tyle jeszcze jest gęsi!
Mariollo! Mariollo! Moja dollo i niedollo!
Mariollo! Mariollo! Moja dollo i niedollo!


Broken Things

October 11, 2008

In another century (1999), I was driving home late at night (actually more like early in the morning, the bars were probably closed) from some fucked-up RGIS inventory (if memory serves, I was running it and it didn’t go well) and I heard a song that made me pull over and listen. At the time I had no earthly idea what song it was or even who sang or wrote it. But it spoke directly to my heart, as few songs have before or after. After calling the radio station, WNCW, a few days later (yes, I was working RGIS at the time so that was the first chance I had), I found out the singer/songwriter was Julie MIller and the song was “Broken Things” from the Broken Things cd.

Here’s a clip from a live performance of the song by Julie Miller:

You can have my heart
Though it isn’t new
It’s been used and broken
And only comes in blue
It’s been down a long road
And it got dirty on the way
If I give it to you will you make it clean
And wash the shame away

You can have my heart
If you don’t mind broken things
You can have my life if you don’t mind these tears
Well I heard that you make old things new
So I give these pieces all to you
If you want it you can have my heart

So beyond repair
Nothing I could do
I tried to fix it myself
But it was only worse when I got through
Then you walked into my darkness
And you speak words so sweet
And you hold me like a child
Till my frozen tears fall at your feet

At the time, my love interest from Canada (no not the Lovely Lettuce) didn’t get or even like the song. Needless to say, that relationship didn’t last.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, this song was about the Lovely Lettuce and me.


Lobsters Gorilla

September 7, 2008

Everything Sound Better Faster e.p./Lobsters Gorilla

Once upon a time in another century, I was a in a band called Lobsters Gorilla. We formed at the University of Detroit. The other original members and I all lived at the end of a corridor at the Holden Hall?? dorm. Bobby Lent, guitar and vocals was from the Bronx. John Sase, a talented multi-instrumentalist and singer/songwriter from Detroit, played drums. I sang, wrote most of the songs, and played bass. In his other bands, John usually played bass.

In the short period that we existed (1978 – 1981) we had a few line up changes but the core was always Bobby, John and me. I never really wanted to be the singer. I wanted to write the songs and have someone else sing them. At one point, Dangerous Diane Spodarek of Dangerous Diane and Detroit Artists Monthly fame was the singer. Kevin Zielinski, the brother of one of my classmates, was our “boy singer” for a while. At another point, we had another drummer (Jimmy??) whose name escapes me with John playing bass and me playing assistant guitar.

We played a lot at the Freezer Theatre in the Cass Corridor. For some reason, the folks at Plum Street Music have two Lobsters Gorilla songs available for download: Blue Light and Rich Suburban Girl.

The Plum Street Music website features the music of many Detroit artists including John Sase..


Wszyscy mamy zle w głowach…

July 30, 2008

dzieci wesoło wybiegły ze szkoły
zapaliły papierosy wyciągnęły flaszki
chodnik zapluły ludzi przepędziły
siedzą na ławeczkach i ryczą do siebie

wszyscy mamy źle w głowach że żyjemy
hej hej la la la la hej hej hej hej
wszyscy mamy źle w głowach że żyjemy
hej hej la la la la hej hej hej hej

tony papieru tomy analiz
genialne myśli tłumy na sali
godziny modlitw lata nauki
przysięgi plany podpisy druki

wszyscy mamy źle w głowach że żyjemy
hej hej la la la la hej hej hej hej
wszyscy mamy źle w głowach że żyjemy
hej hej la la la la hej hej hej hej

wzorce przykłady szlachetne zabiegi
łańcuchy dłoni zwarte szeregi
warstwy tradycji wieki kultury
tydzień dobroci ręce do góry

wszyscy mamy źle w głowach że żyjemy
hej hej la la la la hej hej hej hej
wszyscy mamy źle w głowach że żyjemy
hej hej la la la la hej hej hej hej

dzieci wesoło wybiegły ze szkoły
zapaliły papierosy wyciągnęły flaszki
chodnik zapluły ludzi przepędziły
siedzą na ławeczkach i ryczą do siebie