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Gogol Bordello
Gogol Bordello


Background information
Origin New York, New York, United States
Genre(s) Gypsy Punk
Years active 1999—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
SideOneDummy Records
Rubric Records
Associated acts Balkan Beat Box
Website Website
Members
Eugene Hütz
Sergey Ryabtsev
Yuri Lemeshev
Thomas Gobena
Oren Kaplan
Oliver Charles
Pamela Racine
Elizabeth Sun
Pedro Erazo
Former members
Eliot Ferguson
Karl Alvarez
Rea Mochiach
Sasha Kazatchkoff
Vlad Solovar
Ori Kaplan
Susan Donaldson



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Gogol Bordello Album


Voi-La Intruder (1999)
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Letter To Mother
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Letter To Castro (Costumes For Tonight)
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Against The Nature
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Darling, darling, darling, darling...
My sacred darling

Darling, I believe that your obsession
is your only way out of here
It's your only spiritual condition
where heart and soul they cross-appeal

Darling, darling, darling, darling...
My sacred darling
Lyrics
So darling let's discuss our tactics:
I will be mad and you will be posessed
That is the only way to fight this world
Those are the only times when we are at our best

Darling, darling, darling, darling...
My sacred darling


. . .



Here he comes right to your house
not through door, right through the wall.
He's a nomad and intruder
Spilling merry on your floor
What will now happen?
Well it already did!
And the table right in the middle
It got almighty flipped

Is it voice of the eternal?
Is it hand of the unseen?Lyrics
came as nomad and intruder
with a pair of wooden sticks
And said, "Hey brothers
How is it napping on wagon full of hay?
Don't mind me, I'll be just a-startin'
Here fire in old-fashioned way"
We'll be starting starting fire
in an old fashioned way
With ain't no nothin'
Just take it all away
With two wood sticks and some hay

Well, I'll be leaving now, my friends
following the Springs
you can usually profound me
in between of my wings . . .


. . .



And so I married a Chinese lesbian
She was 45 years old
She needed bad to stay in the country
and I needed bad her dough

So I became her Greencard husband
And she became my ten grand wife
We quickly were and happily married
And now we can't split up

Inspector call us and inspector watch us
I'd run but I still haven't got my dough
I live with her in a half bedroom apartment
With six other lesbos

I live with her in a half bedroom apartment
With six other lesbos


. . .



I’ve got a passport officer
This time you ain't getting what you want
This time you're doing only what you must
This time you're doing only what you must

I’ve got a passport officer
This time you ain't getting what you want
This time you're doing only what you must
What you must

Where is your friend now officer
That sharp good-looking lieutenant
that got vacation cause he shot my friend
that got vacation cause he shot my friend

Where is your friend now officer
That sharp good-looking lieutenant
that got vacation cause he shot my friend
Shot my friend

I’ve got a passport officer
This time you ain't getting what you want
This time you're doing only what you must
This time you're aint getting what you want

Where is your friend now officer?
That sharp good-looking lieutenant
His wife got acne and his children cry
His children cry: Assassino..


. . .



Start wearing purple wearing purple
start wearing purple, for me now
all your sanity and wits, they will all vanish
I promise, it's just a matter of time...

I know you since you were a twenty and I was twenty
but thought that some years from now
a purple little little lady will be perfect
for dirty old and useless clown

So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple!
Start wearing purple for me now!
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish,
I promise, it's just a matter of time!

I know it all from Diogenis to Foucault
from Lozgechkin to Paspartu
I ja kljanus obostzav dva paltza
schto muzika poshla ot Zvukov Mu!...

Start wearing purple wearing purple!
LyricsStart wearing purple for me now!
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish,
I promise, it's just a matter of time!

So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple!
Start wearing purple for me now!...
So why don't you start wearing purple?
Why don't you start wearing purple...
Start wearing purple for me now!

All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish,
I promise, it's just a matter of time!...

So Fio-Fio-Fioletta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja!
Eh podayte name karetu, votetu, i mi poedem k ebenjam!
So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple!
Start wearing purple for me now!
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish,
I promise, it's just a matter of time!...


. . .



And only yesterday you thought
You were Peter The Great
With all, all your troops.
And only yesterday you thought
Your name shall be carved in stone.
But how slowly goes the night
For a shy kind of guy
That you have become tonight.
You've never been
In this room of your mind.

And only yesterday you were
Possessed by luck,
And you, you knew no fear,
And your savage wit,
Where did it go?
Where did it disappear?
And how slowly goes the night
For a shy kind of guy
That you have become tonight.
How strange,
LyricsHow strange to see you cry!

To see you cryyyyyy
To see you cryyyyyy
To see you cryyyyyy

How slowly goes the night
For a shy kind of guy
That you have become tonight.

How strange
How strange to see you cry
To see you cry
To see you cry


. . .



Mussolini was a-shavin', whistlin' Tarantella,
Stalin was keeping eye on barbeque
When their fish line bell started to jingle,
Mussolini caught a-nothin', Stalin caught two

You know my friend, It's a kind of pretty,
Said Josef Stalin and loosened up his straps
Mussolini turn to him, with a restling glitter
Mussolini turn to him, and then, then he said: Yah!

Mussolini said Yaaaah Yah Yaaah Yah
Mussolini said Yaaaah Yah Yaaah Yaaah
Mussolini said Yaaaah Yaah Yah Yah Yaah


. . .

Letter To Mother

[No lyrics]

. . .



You and I resemble god
made by him to come after him
everything in us resembles god
except for one thing

Everything in us resembles god
except for one thing.
Everything in us resembles god
except for one thing.

I am a liar you are a cheater
I am a theif and you are a traitor
I’m downright stupid
and you are paranoid
haha, there’s more than one

Well let’s just keep going, then;

When I screw
I don’t care for the beauty.
I drape myself over hands that are crooked
Lyrics
When I’m hurting myself
I just try to hurt you
you respond with tears
but they are never true

and as we tremble
night gets thinner and thinner
tell me which one of us here
is golden metal

Golden metal of that heavenly road
that I’ve heard is laying
somewhere in this world

One day,
One thing
One thing

and as we tremble
night gets thinner and thinner,
tell me which one of us here
is golden metal

I’m paranoid
and you are downright stupid
I know you’d flick me off
but your finger is too crooked

When I’m hurting myself
I just try to hurt you
you respond with tears
but they are never true

You and I resemble god
made by him to come after him
everything in us resembles god
except one thing

You and I resemble god
made by him to come after him
everything in us resembles god
except one thing
one thing
one thing
one thing
except for one thing
one thing.

Everything in us
resembles god
except for one thing.
Everything in us
resembles god
except for one thing


. . .


Back when I was young and crazy, as they say,
But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah.
Stole some money from my mom, and I hit the road to Leningrad.
I get stopped on the next train stop, in the middle of rural Ukraine.
This is how it's all begun,
And I will tell this story of a true rebellion.

Hoya hoya hoya
Hoya paranoia.
(enough paranoia.)

Maybe I'm a man who is propelled,
Spinning circles of his doom.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid,
placed by the lord in this room.
And a bottle will always be my cover.
All of your eyebrows, will you please untie.
And if there's any room for a Roma,
What else is there left to romanticize?

Hoya, hoya, hoya
hoya paranoia

This is only when I'm drunk,
Or do I see things any clearly?
It's just like when one is dyslexic.
Whatever, I will stay discivil!

Hoya hoya hoya
hoya paranoia.

No ti dura.
(you're a dumb broad.)

Gogol Bordello. Unintelligible lyrics are unintelligible


. . .

Letter To Castro

[No lyrics]

. . .



Little lady, alone in the house,
she’s preparing for a-bed,
little does she know, little does she know
she’s in the house with unvisible Zedd.

little lady, in the kitchen,
she’s bending over frying pan,
little does she know, while she is bending over
she’s stripteasing for unvisible man.

lady lady, alone in her bedroom,
she’s watching a program on the ku klux klan,
little does she know while she is yawning,
she’s orally pleasing the unvisible man




. . .



Ah here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting
To put all the Don Juans to shame
There'll be cadre dance for all the beautiful and homely
No one will slip away
From a spider

Oh dark is his web and thousand of creatures
In it they shine just like the stars
But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures
One heaven of orofices for all the arms
Of a spider

[Lalalai la lai la la...]

So here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting
And there they shine just like the stars
But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures
One heaven of orofices for all the arms
Of a spider


. . .


Well, I can break your bones
And then I'll stab you with them
There are still things more *ahem* than that

And I can prepare bird-feeders
For a winter season
There are still things more *ahem* than that

And I can help old lady
To cross the street
And there are still things more *ahem* than that

And I can set myself a fire
And fall out of a window
There are still things more *ahem* than that

So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more *ahem* than that
So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more *ahem* than that

You can cry over your collection
Of old broken toys
There are still things oh cuter than that

And you can chase your bride
With a frog on your dick
And there are still things more *ahem* than that

You can forecast the future
With a foam on your mouth
There are still things more *ahem* than that

And you can dislocate your joints
And amputate your kidneys
There are still things more *ahem* than that

So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more *ahem* than that
So yeah, there is no threat
There are still things more *ahem* than that

. . .

Against The Nature

[No lyrics]

. . .


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