Thursday 26 September 2024

Like a lake in the forest


You're like a lake in the forest
Nothing grows
Like a lake in the forest
On the way
Like a lake

Let’s raise our glasses to our balding brothers
To those who don’t have kids yet, but they seem like dads already
I look at our old photos, and honestly, it makes me want to cry
A Willy Wonka’s golden ticket: locks, curls, strands


Awesome style, but there are so few follicles
No matter how much you try to cover it up, you can’t hide the truth
Keep your head warm, that’s what mom always said
Now you take off your beanie and look like a mess


You’d love to be like Sailor Moon, with bangs in the shape of moons
You’d grab a whole mane with your fist, but now there’s barely anything there
You’re like a lake in the forest now, you’re like a lake in the forest now
And although the style’s still great, the follicles are gone
The follicles are gone!
A bad harvest
It’s like I’m dreaming
The follicles are gone!
(Follicles are gone)


And there’s no doubt that all the cover has melted away like snow
Yes, this is the truth, negative bust down, I know this isn’t swag
Give all the guys a charm, give all the guys a charm
Give it to all those who’ve lost so much: a bit of hair, a bit of hope
A bit of hair
A bit of hope
The follicles are gone
A bit of hair
A bit of hope
The follicles are gone

Let’s raise our glasses to our balding brothers
To those who don’t have kids yet, but they seem like dads already
I look at our old photos, and honestly, it makes me want to cry
A Willy Wonka’s golden ticket: locks, curls, strands

Buzz cut, Canadian, crop
Mullet, Caesar, bowl cut
Undercut, voyage, top knot
None of this is for you, my bro
Curtain, fade, wavy bob
Bob cut, Polish, barcode
None of this is for you, my bro
What’s for you? An open forehead

I root for Real, for real hair transplants
I tried everything, the real hair doesn’t grow back
The cover seems to have melted and only grows in patches
Let Hotabich the thief stop this
I realized this one morning while staring into the mirror
Looks like I’m balding in the shape of the Colosseum
The area’s as big as from the Volga to the Yenisei
But there, nobody plants anything anymore

The follicles are gone!
A bad harvest
It’s like I’m dreaming
The follicles are gone!
The follicles are gone
The follicles are gone!
A bad harvest
It’s like I’m dreaming
The follicles are gone!
The follicles are gone



Wednesday 21 August 2024

Чё ты как чмо?

Чё ты как чмо
Чё ты как чёрт
Чё ты не патриот?
Ты чё волчёнок, ты дохуя умный?
Слышишь ты чё нах?
Ты же крещёный?
Ну ты ж не копчёный
Ну вот и всё нах
Хочешь быть порабощённым?
Слышь я тебе повторяю ещё раз

Чё ты как чмо
Чё ты как чёрт
Чё ты не патриот?
Ты чё волчёнок, ты дохуя умный?
Слышишь ты чё нах?
Ты же крещёный?
Ну ты ж не копчёный
Ну вот и всё нах
Хочешь быть порабощённым?
Слышь я тебе повторяю ещё раз

Чё ты как чмо?



Sunday 12 May 2024

russky cockney

 Твой район – это endz или bits,

Слово sket для панельных девиц.

И поверьте мне, food – это не только еда,

Её в Теско и Сейнсбери негде купить, как и lemon & cheese.

Хозяин – landlord, если ты взял апартамент в ренту,

Не верь ему: знай, ты не fam и не mate ему,

Далеко не все mandem – bredren.

Тебя ночью ждут здесь,

Под капюшоном корча screwface, в общем тут есть

Те, кто нахальнее, те, кто на хайпе и в клочья рвут весь London.

Ты, наверное, badman,

Говоря вместо привета Wag1,

Но ты wasteman, косишь под местных,

Сам думая: Мне бы поскорей обратно в Брайтон и Плимут.

Вряд ли Англия примет,

Если не знаешь, что quid это фунт, а косарь это grand,

Ствол это tool, нож это shank, не правда ли, innit?

Off ur face или wasted – синий в говно,

Если tipsy – бухой слегка,

Проездной — это oyster card,

ХЗ почему так повелось, its some next ting.

В кокни к черту падеж, телка у нас – jezzy, bird или gash,

Она может быть buff или butterz: пиздатой, на пафосе, страшной

И всё, что промеж. Oi! Уличный – gully и gutter,

Знай, ты попался, эстет,

Затирая про даб и тустеп,

Но не зная, что панельный блок это council estate

Nutter! Накосячил? Тебе скажут "fix up!"

Если "nice one", то все заебись.

Так дисс — это par, респект — это big up и safe,

А для zoot'а тут красная rizzlа.

И для каждого дабстеп-туриста:

Ты на острове, cuz, берегись тут.

Пусть у вас ты опасный и гангстер,

У нас тут на Брикстоне с Плаистоу ты хипстер.


And for every dubstep tourist:

You're on an island, cuz, be careful here.

May you be dangerous and a gangster,

Here in Brixton and Plaistow you're a hipster.

Thursday 16 November 2023

Monday 6 November 2023

Tuesday 5 September 2023

Tuesday 27 June 2023

Empty Cans

If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will
No one's going to fucking tell me jack
But can you rely on anyone in this world?
No, you can't
It's not my fault there's wall-to-wall empty cans
Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start
It's fucked up that a man's life can just be attacked
Watching this morning with a beer
Is much better than relying on
Unknown cunts for mates I was given
That don't have my back

No one gives a crap about Mike
That's why I'm acting nasty
You know what you can do with your life
Introduce it up your jacksie



If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will
No one's going to fucking tell me jack
But can you rely on anyone in this world?
No, you can't
It's all my fault there's wall-to-wall empty cans
I sat in the kitchen all fucked off
Imagining over and over what they're all doing behind my back
Dodgy things going on, actions I regretted
Stain bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the mat

It's the end of the something I did not want to end
Beginning of hard times to come
But something that was not meant to be is done
And this is the start of what was