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SoSaLa’s Thanksgiving Message

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Today is Thanksgiving in my home country #4…L’America. So, I would like to “give my thanks” to ALL musicians in this country and worldwide who have been trying to be a positive, helpful, compassionate, loving, and caring force in their respective communities and nations for thousands of years.

Without a doubt, ALL people will agree that working musicians, including myself and my fellow members of Musicians For Musicians, Inc. – MFM, are ESSENTIAL WORKERS. We’re a particular workforce or business league that cares for people’s social-cultural-political wellness. We’re storytellers reminding them where we came from, what we’re going through NOW, and what could happen shortly.

So, all this said, let me thank the musicians’ community again for their excellent work, and I will continue to do so.

Let me end this message with my song “Tavalod” (“birthday” in Farsi. Release date: June 1995. Musicians: Sadato, aka SoSaLa, on soprano sax and vocals, Toshimaru Nakamura on guitar, Masaki Shimizu on fretless bass, and Ryo Kato on drums. Recording engineer and mixer: Martin Bisi. Recorded at BC Studios (Brooklyn))

I love you all.

In solidarity and music.

SoSaLa

 

Lyrics

SoSaLa,

1. Yurei

I’m a yurei.
I got no feet to walk on.
And you can’t see my face.
I’m always dressed in white.
And I got no soul.
Nothing can kill me.

2. DEATH

A. Everybody can see him-her-it on TV. Every day you hear about him-her-it on the radio.

B. Everybody can meet him-her-it on in your neighborhood,
Can you guess whom-what I’m talking about?
Religion gave him-her-it the name death.
Death-Death!

C. For some people a beautiful name.
Something they wouldn’t mind to die for.
Mishima is one of them.
The Kamikazes are many of them.
And I tell ya my favorite one of the is Miyamoto Musashi, a samurai.
Now listen!
I was a lucky one.
A couple of years ago I was in California when my dear friend died in my arms.
You know what happened?
I met Him-Her-It. He-She-It came to take my friend away. He-She-It was so good looking. Totally nude. With a juicy cunt. It was pulled and pushed – to get closer. My dead friend was aware of that and told me in an unspoken language “Sadato, don’t go. Don’t let your little penis friend get inside! And I said “I can’t do anything about it!” So he said “Smile.” And I smiled. But it was hard in the beginning. My face wasn’t ready and I really couldn’t do it. After 10 seconds I was smiling and it developed into a big laughter. – And I was ready. It was losing power and retreated from the room.

D. Fahmidi? Wakaru, what I was talking about? There’s no reason to be scared of Death! You’ll die anyway, right? So do it in a nice way! Die like a Gentleman!
Smile?

3. WER WIE WO WAS WARUM

Fragen, Fragen, Fragen aber keine Antwort.
Ich habe die Nase voll, Fragen zu stellen.
Wisst ihr warum? Lohnt sich nicht mehr.
Seit vielen, vielen Jahren versucht die Menschheit auf dieselbe Frage eine Antwort zu finden.
Ich bin aber kein Frager mehr.
Ich will nicht mehr (2x)
Ich sage nein WER WIE WO WAS WARUM (2x)
Versteht ihr? Versteht ihr, was ich meine?

Ja – ha, ha, ha. Ich lache nur auf diese Frager (2x).
Ich lach nur.
Ich bin nicht Punk. Ich bin nicht Dada. Ich bin kein Surealist. Ich bin kein Idiot. Ich bin kein Anarchist.
Ich bin überhaupt nichts. Ich bin kein Frager mehr. Ich bin ein Leer-Mensch.
Leer-Mensch (3x).
Und höre doch auf Deine eigene Stille.
Kein WER WIE WO WAS WARUM.
Kein WER WIE WO WAS WIESO.

WER WIE WO WAS WARUM,
WER WIE WO WAS WIESO!

4. LIFE DRUNK

I’m drunk (3x).
But I don’t drink any alcohol.
I don’t take any drugs.
Oh, I’m so drunk.
I don’t make myself drunk.
Even God can’t make me drunk.
I’m 24 hours drunk.

Life makes me drunk!
I’m drowning in life.
Life is inside-outside me.
I can’t escape from it.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll be drunk.

5. Positiv Ja

Ja, Ja, immerzu Ja.
Nein, nein zu den Neinsagern.
Ja, Ja in allen Sprachen.
Yes, yes always yes!
Bale, bale, hamishe – bale!
Oui, oui encore une foi – OUI!
Hai, hai itsumo – HAI!

6. TAVALOD

Tavalod, tavalod , tavaloded mobarak (2x),
Fekr nakon, fekr nakon faghat yek sal beh donyah miai (2x),
Na, na, na – na,na, na intor nist (2x),
Har, har rouz – ha, ha har rouz beh donya miai wa miravi (2x).

7. 35 Cent Puppy Sandwich

Fu-ga, fu-ga, fu-ga-ziii,
We are opening,
You will close,
You’re yin,
We’re yan.

Fu-ga, fu-ga, fu-ga-ziii,
You-we one circle,
A “wa” – no bullshit in it.

Fu-ga, fu-ga, fu-ga-ziii,
We’re both nothing but something,
Congratulations to both of us.

8. KURUSHI SHIAWASE

Kurushi shiawase.

9. 65

Sixty Five, fuenfundsechzig, rokuju go, shasteh panj,
A number and not a number
Something you know and don’t know
Something that’s dead and maybe alive sometime later
It’s my only chance-now-to-make it alive, cause six plus five is life
Rokujo-go, sjasteh panj, funf und sechzig.

Sixty-five, rokuju go, shasteh panj, funf und sechzig.
It’s alive now. It’s alive.
It’s fuckin my body.
Sechs plus funf gleich elf.
Nothing can kill it!
Nobody can kill it!

It’s alive now. It’s fucking my brain.
Six, sechs, shast, funf gleich zehn.
Nobody can kill it. It‘s alive inside me.

What about youuuuu?