What? A Fucker Asking Questions :

A Fucker Like Me * Where Are You? * Mermaid Song * Morning Thoughts
Cyberspace Blues * Hawaiian Fastfood * Railway Station * Asking Questions

Dadao Meets People :

Terminator * People * Ono * Skinny and neat

Progressive Blues Traveller :

Major cuts * Cracks in the land * My eyes burn
Progressive blues motherfucker * Messing around

A Fucker Like Me
woke up this morning had a cup of tea, I saw the news on the tv screen
oh lord i said all the killing, such a brutal place
killing all over Africa, killing on the border of India
oh lord i said America, such a brutal place
i don’t need no nuclear weapon, for my own country’s protection
if there’s someone asking for me, i’ll be on the moon

lord i’m down here can’t you see
have a little mercy on a fucker like me

earthly conversations that we had, now they all belong to the past
no more fresh thoughts or ideology, how did we dry out?
dull face that used to be eager, passion is gone no teenager
every day’s the same he keeps saying, such a bitter man
struggle and strife are what he had, a few kids and a wife are what he had
a good life he says but couldn’t take it, now his on his own

lord i’m down here can’t you see
have a little mercy on a fucker like me

these days he’s a bit more spiritual, his eyes shine again now he’s beautiful
admiting he ain’t the biggest one, led his way to peace
he says “boy i’m on a journey”, he’s here and now he ain’t yearning
to times and places impossible, he stands strong like a tree
he spends his days just wondering, lately he’s been pondering
if he should buy himself a trampoline, “that’d be pretty sweet”

lord i’m down here can’t you see
have a little mercy on a fucker like me
i turn around completely 
and approach my life more wisely

Where Are You
i don’t care about the way that you moan in the poem
that you wrote to yourself in a dark room
the way you look so Hollywood in them painted lips
and the smile that you’ve been working on

i don’t know what to think when you say that
you’re happy, happy, happy and keep repeating yourself like that
the way you say you’re on Prozac or whatever but still
cannot shed a tear when all by yourself

i cannot help looking away when you pull that face
where your eyes sting with sick curiosity
i cannot help shutting down the very moment
and feeling kinda awkward i even started to talk to you

i can’t help feeling sad when I hear that lately 
you been constantly throwing your life away
spending your savings on superficial shit 
with them new friends that i consider superficial shit

please excuse my tendency for self pity
we stand side by side escaping reality
i guess it’s just that mutual insecurity
my old friend where are you now talk to me

please excuse my tendency for self pity
we lay side by side escaping reality
i guess it’s just that mutual insecurity
my old friend where are you now talk to me

Mermaid Song
i went out the other night and what did i see
a group of drunken mermaids were looking at me
one of them said ”hey” as i was walking by
”Juha please can you help me?” she said and started to cry

things are getting pretty bad back in the ocean where we live
and every day we give more than we gotta give
fish recycle the metal, birds got oily taste
and us poor mermaids we deal with nuclear waste

it’s not a sea eternally
it’s only me eternally

about a month after that as i was walkin on the beach
just me and my thoughts i thought again what did i see
the same mermaid i’d talked to before
was sitting there with a bruised face she was looking like a whore

“there’s no more life left in my sea
i’m not worth a thing, come on look at me”
that’s when i started crying she said “come along
Juha you don’t have to worry just sing this old song it goes…”

it’s not a sea eternally
it’s only me eternally

Morning Thoughts
i wake up and see the world has changed while i’ve been asleep
how long have i been under my thick woolen blanket for?
that is the question puzzling my mind the most
as i look at petrified people floating around nothing like stones
is it their quick loans making them look like that
heyyy there’s my neighbour did he use to be that fat?
i look at the sun seems like it’s lost its other half
still it’s blazing hot in here i wish could laugh

every time you come around i know i’m found i ain’t lost no more
every time you grab my hand you understand you know who i am

i switch on the box and hear that the stock
crashed down this morning the reporter says “oh fuck”
they show video clips of Japanese businessmen fighting
then they interview Bill Gates and he looks frightened
apocalypse now the world is in chaos
me and my family gonna sail to Himalayas
burn the ark set the animals free
then we develop a new language that lacks the term “me”

every time you come around i know i’m found i ain’t lost no more
every time you hold my hand you understand you know who i am

Cyberspace Blues
fuck reality i want my fantasy 
my chat room username is who i wanna be
it’s such a relief
i don’t wanna talk about it i would rather have a chat
don’t go on about it this is how i deal with that

let’s go get lost in cyberspace
imagination has created such a beautiful place
for my bad taste
i get to flirt i get to smile i get to blink the eye
i get to flatter sometimes boast and even lie

technology addiction
world wide web with boundless love is our modern day religion
false communication
so come on and meet my friendly database mates
exciting people with no names and with no faces

Hawaiian Fastfood
today i od’d on the yankee fizziee 
bubbles came outta my nose and my eyes were watery
i was coughing my lungs out and my guts were inside out
refreshing i was sharing the fun there ain’t no doubt
i feel restless somehow though i’m on the decaf 
nowadays i go the diet way no sugar no fat
i do like soccer ball play my music loud and that
to be honest i wanna be the lad in the add

today i had too much of the burger and the ham
fastfood chain led me i was and innocent lamb
taken down to butcher’s shop for electric shocks
after feeding and treating me bad the crowd is coming in flocks
to put on to be put on to put on 
the face mask with the double chin everyone coming along
to take part in operation obese 
see me on a frying pan hear the sizzle of the grease

Railway Station 
there’s a righteous man farming his land
worked all his life, six kids and a wife
people know he’s good to the others too
when facing problems they ask him what to do
on Saturdays  he goes to town
to hear the news, to hear the blues
there’s a poor man at the station
playing with a slide, trying to earn a dime
he sings: “My Mama taught me how to read
if I can’t read my soul be lost”

for one disappearing moment he thought that he could stay
it made him happy then he realised he’s gotta go away
immortal things such as love, god and music give him consolation
that’s why he’ll always keep going back to the old railway station

a bohemian man doing his thang
he’s a busy man, got no time for a fam
he’s got quick eyes, he’s an introvert
people in town call him “the pervert”
he has slept in a rubbish bin
for the city lights seem to blind his eyes 
on Saturdays he picks up his guitar
goes to station singing “la la la”
he sings: “My Mama taught me how to read
if I can’t read my soul be lost”

for one disappearing moment he thought that he could stay
it made him happy then he realised he’s gotta go away
immortal things such as love, god and music give him consolation
that’s why he’ll always keep going back to the old railway station

Asking Questions 
i apologise to everyone at home, i apologise for being gone too long
i’d like to make it up to you, i just don’t know what to do
too many things on my mind are keeping me busy all the time
and when i’m physically there my thoughts are drifting elsewhere

you see i wanna be a good man and do it all as good as i can
24 hours 7 days is nothing i wish i could say fuck it
even going to sleep is impossible i’m too deep
within myself i wish i could weep but my eyes remain dry

i’ve got a psychosomatic rash itching all over me 
it’s a state of mind that traps my body
piercing my flesh with massive hooks of ambition
i believe i can fly and it blurs my intuition
i suppose it’s a matter of losing focus
i’m lost without abracadabra and hocus pocus
cos i do a little that and i do a little this
and end up finishing nothing all i do is disssssss-
connect myself from the ones dearest to me
i wish i could man but i fear to be free
instead i tie myself down i’m terribly hungry
it’s a feature that i wanna be done with
being here being now pleasing everybody
is a hard thing to do for anybody
i guess in future the only way to do
is to learn two letters first n and then o
i mentally beat the crap out of myself if i don’t get a thing done
it’ll eventually burn me out at my both ends and i won’t get a thing done

over and over again i find myself crying over my own insufficiency
over and over again i think i’ve lost my mind for never being here and now
never oh never again will i take love for granted and dismiss beauty
over and over again i catch myself aiming higher and higher 
thinkin when i get there i’ll be really happy

living in comparison takes one in a mental prison
that’s where the bars are really thick, you built the walls brick by brick
when you lived in retrospection looked up to others and lost connection
with reality whizzing by day to day you’re in a karaoke bar singing yesterday

you’ve got friends whose lives are elsewhere, their mouths dribble and their tired stare
lets you know they’ve been long away from the truth all they talk about is happy youth
“rara this rara that” when they were young “had a wife and a house now that’s all gone”
they blame it on the ones leading society you gotta learn responsibility
they gotta learn responsibility
i gotta learn responsibility

come on say you do cos i’ve been lonely too and i could do with consolation
but i can’t see behind the screen of happiness
always brings me down when i find myself kneeling down and begging

it has been so long since i wrote you a song we’re such a happy couple
i know that there are things we really need to discuss
always brings me down when i find myself keeping it all inside

the way you make me feel is 100% free and i know i’m in the right place
i wish i made you feel the same way about me
always brings me down when i find myself spending too much time thinking

it’s hanging in the air, i wish i could be there and find out of what you’re thinking
am I too afraid to ask what’s really going on
always brings me down when i find myself asking all these questions






Terminator
The truest lies of them all
Are the ones you see down the shopping mall
I call it total recall

See me walkin down here as cold as ever
Radiatin with power satisfied never
When it comes to emotions that shit i push aside
I want more and therefore sentimental people i despise

Terminator knows it better
He aint no fool
Terminator lives forever
Unlike most of us do

West is best east is last n least
You’ve got to stay hungry even become a beast
I eat of other’s plates and that’s why i’m well-off
Financially i be the fat guy leaving the smell of
Grease floating in the air wherever i go
Where all sleaze bags me n my me n my dough
My wallet is my weapon my account full of arms
Everyone’s my rival i’m alone and it’s dark

Another day another battle’s my philosophy
Pump more iron pump more cash cos it’s out there for me
To be taken i fight for my right
You’re a little short in dollars too light for my might

OnoI’d like to be a cowboy in a place nice and warm
With no political offences takin place at all
I’ll climb a mountain, live in a cave
Drink from a fountain, never be a slave

On and on no one goes for good
On and on no one goes it’s understood

I’d like to be an alien somewhere in outer space
There’d be no failure we’d all live in peace
I’ll climb a mountain live in a cave
Drink from a fountain never be a slave again

People
I seen people flip a coin made outta my mineral
A sad memory from the old day colonial
A horizon full of ships unknown and armed
A land brutally abused land people starved

Deaf people blind people mute people fed people
Action takin people loud people brave people dead people

Written unbiased journal painted realistic twisted pictures
In most humble way after the truth not the high figures
Singin songs about pain and torture and love
Not the sterilized laboratory feelings so far

Drug addicts are shooting an x-rated video
Their blood curdling documentary sure hits the cinema
Now they’re tryin to recall how things used to be back then
Those eyes seem unreachable coldness took over them

Skinny and neatYou swap your sharp witty talk for bitter retrospective moan
You were once truly alive but you now without a trace gone
To a place hidden from the stars and the moon
You wanted it all and got it way too soon

Her heart gave up the beat
Now she’s gone skinny and neat

If you don’t wanna wreck your day then you gonna wreck your night
If you shove it aside now it’ll come back where there’s no light
How do i wanna spend my time?
Whole all the way or attached to a wire?


Major cutsFundamental meaning of farming comes in a carton
Multicultural takeaway everywhere from New Delhi to London
A legal crime do you see behind the curtain
Pulled down between to worlds mass exploitation is certain
Profit after profit to a tiny minority
Ego-centric and subjective not a glance of pity
Takes place whether rural urban countyside or city
Reality check with a mirror, any dignity?

How low are you?

I’ve only just recovered now scabbed and wounded emotionally looted
Mind if i cough up on the promises diluted?
Something about cutting down the proliferation of nuclear weapons was it
Not quite stickin with the contract as you stash it 
In the pile of less important issues and you smash it 
in the foreign policy fighting with them bombs in question
i see no endin if no one’s manifestin
if i don’t give a shit they’ll keep building bombing and testing

major cuts that’s what i call them

Cracks in the landFrozen mind clearly not standing alert
Captured by the moment knee deep in dirt
He takes a bow for who one might call a religious leader
A totalitarian human flesh eater
Been here for weeks shootin on it’s trench warfare
Sniff of a battle in one’s radar, war flare 
Carryin photos of relatives one saw never
One is here for a day the other here forever

And the cracks in the land are in there to protect me
Holds me next to her chest oh how i feel free

So let us put our thoughts in order 
a family about to cross the border
molested, criminalized, 
more or less thinkin the dice 
was rolled by a racist specialist
carryin a child barefoot through a wilderness
he sees the barbed wire fence flashbacks of the past
he’s been here before it aint just another deja-vú
this time he won’t turn back but fight his way thru
all of a sudden bright headlights as far as one can see 
are lightin up the night pitch black and the refugees
are runnin and screamin, screamin and runnin in the gunfire

My eyes burnWhat’s with the rusty cloud a street dweller and an iron jaw
Sellin photo copies of the days when everything was the same as now
System of sewer started to fill up with people
The poor ones went there first then the rich ones wanted there as well
Suddenly some of those with anglo-saxon last names
Got invited on a trip to where grass was told to be green again
To the humble and the honest this seemed like a contemporary solution
Which it proved to be after a decade or a few

My eyes burn it’s about time
I shut down my seeing
My eyes burn it’s about time
I started being

Those poor with good physical health were taken to what they called paradise
Years later they heard about  some underground explosions 
and didn’t feel sorry
the new multicultural planet had taught them how to have a face and all that
One culture for all all cultures for one
Seemed to only apply to those willing to unite and stay armed til the very end
History sort of started again
No one was allowed to talk about the old planet 
that could actually sustain life on its own

Progressive blues motherfuckerBeen there done that been thru the thin and the fat
Been there done that
Gone there come back been workin hard i’ve been slack
Gone there come back
Hitchhikes, road kills, they all give me the thrills
Hitchhikes, road kills
Bourbon whiskey, this vagabond is frisky
Bourbon whiskey

Progressive blues motherfucker
Progressive blues traveller

Caravan parks, a little pool and some darts
Caravan parks
White lines on the road make the traveller feel at home
White lines on the road
I seen the saloons and the bars, been sleepin under the stars
Saloons and the bars
Campfire no motel i gotta story to tell
Campfire no motel

Messing aroundIf who knows what is the question
Then you won’t see me there
Too many lonely people messin
Around with my head
She was willing to discover
Her place in the world
Lookin for peace of mind forever
I believe in moments instead

So you’re gonna say good bye now
And leave us all behind now
While being high now
You say you might as well just die now

What tha hell is wrong with this world
She asks me with a cry
We gotta stop killin each other
She adds with a sigh
Bitter people, high positions
Lead straight to corruption
She’s still got her intuition
She still has her emotion