PAVĖLAVAU (I'M LATE / Domas) sometimes it seems I'm late already sometimes it seems there is nothing better but it is only a life sport shots into the air, everyday start walking forward it is only walking I see you doing the same everyday you run forward, you sweat but your eyes are empty - see nothing I sit and watch how you run I roll on the grass barefooted you breathe heavily, you lack air stop, have a rest - can't you?

JAZZY B (Domas) two guys in black suits solid gangsters with black sunglasses a strict call is heard suddenly new serious task received: go, take and put in order you can take your own part not the first time, but my throat dries let's go for a drink, we're not in a hurry we will discuss our plan, that'll be even better who'll stay by the doors, who'll go in what do you want, guys, maybe some drink? i have something better hidden for you I'll sell it for half a price you'll smoke some and feel better pull deeper everything will seem much brighter no, we don't need any tasks no, we feel good without them

IT'S YOU (Konanas) i tried to stand on in the line i tried to be not rude - that’s fine i said hello, how do you do i only hate that this is you at last I found out who is who oh god, I hate that this is you i’ve got a phone call - i said nothing she’s been talking - i felt lucky i said: i’m sorry can't help you cause I really hate that this is you

Lyrics: The Sounds of Black & White Radio Pavėlavau | jazzy bandidos | It's you | Antrekotas | Mad people | East Europe Ska | Comfortable coma | Ultra violence | Moonchild | Ale sorry | 21 PAVĖLAVAU (I'M LATE / Domas) sometimes it seems I'm late already sometimes it seems there is nothing better but it is only a life sport shots into the air, everyday start walking forward it is only walking I see you doing the same everyday you run forward, you sweat but your eyes are empty - see nothing I sit and watch how you run I roll on the grass barefooted you breathe heavily, you lack air stop, have a rest - can't you? top/viršun | Pavėlavau | jazzy bandidos | It's you | Antrekotas | Mad people | East Europe Ska | Comfortable coma | Ultra violence | Moonchild | Ale sorry | 21 JAZZY BANDIDOS (Domas) two guys in black suits solid gangsters with black sunglasses a strict call is heard suddenly new serious task received: go, take and put in order you can take your own part not the first time, but my throat dries let's go for a drink, we're not in a hurry we will discuss our plan, that'll be even better who'll stay by the doors, who'll go in what do you want, guys, maybe some drink? i have something better hidden for you I'll sell it for half a price you'll smoke some and feel better pull deeper everything will seem much brighter no, we don't need any tasks no, we feel good without them top/viršun | Pavėlavau | jazzy bandidos | It's you | Antrekotas | Mad people | East Europe Ska | Comfortable coma | Ultra violence | Moonchild | Ale sorry | 21 IT'S YOU (Konanas) i tried to stand on in the line i tried to be not rude - that’s fine i said hello, how do you do i only hate that this is you at last I found out who is who oh god, I hate that this is you i’ve got a phone call - i said nothing she’s been talking - i felt lucky i said: i’m sorry can't help you cause I really hate that this is you top/viršun | Pavėlavau | jazzy bandidos | It's you | Antrekotas | Mad people | East Europe Ska | Comfortable coma | Ultra violence | Moonchild | Ale sorry | 21 ANTREKOTAS (Ve/Domas) it was cold and windy winter of 1926 me, a young retired officer dared to invite Morta for a date I took her to Metropolis restaurant jazz was played and candles lighted on cold champagne helped to grow our passions it seemed that all the world wanted to help me say those words, that were in my heart for some years already yes, this evening, this moment something must happen that I was waiting for ages I was waiting for ages, for all those ages seeking to conquer Morta's heart, I've ordered an antrekotas sad orchestra solo made me to hold her and look into her dark wet eyes we've forgot everything around us but only Morta tried some antrekotas, she turned blue and felt down in convulsions few years after Morta's death I found out, that the antrekotas' was for Polish spy, who sat near all newspapers covered the event and I, I was waiting

MAD PEOPLE (Domas) once in the morning and up in the street i saw them marching feet after feet with silly faces scanning slogans they must be crazy hooligans it's early morning and i want to sleep they are disturbing my Sunday peace i can't longer sleep, i turn on TV again the same faces, smiling and bases i don't believe in your propaganda you mad, not me i don't believe in your propaganda you wrong, not me mad mad people they make sick, dumb like fish their feverish eyes spy upon me and stiff long fingers treat like dummy me

S.K.A.T.A. (Domas) I refuse to serve in the voluntary national guard

EAST EUROPE SKA (Domas) now listen, you, westside skanker! can you hear the beat you'd like to skank to? from Russia with love through the plains of Ukraine it comes to you it comes to you bright and sunny tuneful horns flies over dark and gloomy Baltic woods to the streets of Poland where the pope was born on it's a East Europe Ska! swingin' basslines with hungarian wine mixed with czech and slovakian beer makes you jump over Yugoslavia can you believe it's a ska guitar that Desmond Dekker lost ago so far it came from Roumania with fruits from Bulgaria

COMFORTABLE COMA (Domas) i lay my head on da pillow and aim my gaze at the ceiling outside me life is goin' on retired from life - i'm no more no matter what they say no matter what they want comfortable coma I feel allright comfortable coma, oh yeah my body is alive, but my soul is dead so i chose to be a spectator, not an accomplice nothing's worries me, i've had enough so try to wake me up, wake me up

ULTRA VIOLENCE (Konanas/Domas) see no point what gonna do 5 marks coin n' life to screw go'n'take a fuckin' piece of a shit in dad's pocket walkin' slowly in a street full time searching for a beat knockin' tryin' get a job sayin' beggin' blow me up hurt me plenty, my mom too ultra violence, I love you sleep whole day untill the night meet my mates n' go to fight end my life behind the bars now I steal the richmen cars place of birth's my only crime reason treat me like a swine homophobic sign is in your face no one but you who breed this hate

MOONCHILD (Domas) da evening's late and it's hot inside and i need, i need somethin' fresh i open window to da night and i feel like i smoked hash there are angels and devils and who's that? who are you? dancing up there in da sky i guess i know what i should do moonchild, i wanna dance with ya moonchild, stay some more my head is a boiling pot and i'm so confused these angels and devils stand on my way moonchild, i love you anyway i jumped into da night i fly over city like a superman no time to loose i hear you say someday always gonna be someday

ALE SORRY (Domas) not the first glass in front of me I try to sink in whiskey I tried to make it better but it came out as always but there is something that disturbs me tiresomely it doesn't allow me to forget I thought you'll understand but it ended otherwise I wanted to say but I didn't know how my nerves are broken you must go out maybe I wanted too much maybe I didn't understand something but I wanted to make it better and it came out as always who's guilty, who's right your face reproach on me

21 (Domas) how much do you need to win to put the last point this is not enough, this is too much you've lost - go away 21 - exactly what you need 21 - it's hard to hit if you want to continue - take a risk give away everything you have understand at last, perceive you'll never win, stop