Au Diable Les Bananes

by Lisabi

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Thank you all, I've really had a great time Now it's time to move on before our lives Are stuck to your society's values It's been quite an experience, some friendships will last forever But I've seen it all around here, I'm pretty much bored After growing up in the same house, the same people again and again Drinking to have fun when it's really done to pass time
Well I'm sorry about my voice. I wish I liked anything else as much as I like this But sadly it's my choice, and not something else that I'll do just to please you With a guitar on my back, I'm gonna do just fine Now I've got one year to get rich so as to pay the bills that I'll have to pay once I'm out of here Cause you know, I heard that musicians always starve to death At least I hope I won't starve to death Let me tell you what's wrong, it's not just getting underpaid, more like being raped By some smartass producer who thinks it's his job to deceive bands Here's some common practice: send me your best song and $500 in cash Maybe you'll get to play I'm so tired of listening how we can't play, how we must pay just to play How we've got to go commercial The irony of running away is that it won't solve any problem Well I guess I'm going away this time Now it's time to get a job, pick a place and work your ass off for this dream Now it's time to say goodbye to all our friends and all of those who've passed us by It's time to get a job, it's time to pick a place and work your ass off for this dream Write a song, save a buck, in a year we'll all be gone to a far away and really distant land Where our music could be better regarded than a hobby gets to be And people can appreciate it for what it is This is what it is
Everyday your ministry spreads a million conveniently planned lies As it becomes clear to me that everyone thinks god is on their side I try and walk out of your goddamned way But before you know it, your bigotry floods the place Still we long for your imminent collapse So I say you're a brainwash corporation knee-bending monster You know nothing but to contradict yourself Stop preaching hate you fool
Share 03:19
Inflect the exasperated mind to laissez-fair Thoreaunian opinions find shelter their own way Your world to mine and peace is bound To leaving by morning Low sounds reverberate through timber As if to fill the void of every incorrigible wound Is this the last of ten nights that I'll wake up Clasping my wrists firmly, barren struggle against dawn To all my friends, it's not that I don't love you It's just that I have to do this on my own Mom and dad could never understand Now they're gonna have to figure it out themselves Your world of material excess could never make me smile I stood lost in despair It's never late to recover my soul And so it seems like it could take a lifetime Just when I thought this could never be Finally have I come to realize That what I had with you was really happiness And you know it can't be true unless we share
Dó Maior 02:25
A moment of clarity to stay insane An instant of lethargy to see beyond There's not one time I remember picking up the pace without slurring the rhymes I have been coming home late again, again and again Is there a quick excuse that one could use as if to make you proud? So I'll move those shoes aside, they're always in the way If we take it from the top and from solitude restrain It seems that loosen members are always in the way Never refer to scandalizing as means to ensure you'll be heard Although inspiring, emblematic are your means to interrupt Disoriented rhetoric, they revolve and acquire invariable speed Which is faster than the sound of lightning and sometimes even than light itself So please be heard When forever finally means its name All of your duties, they won't be postponed The misery ruminated has been shaped in syntax syllables This is what they told me: "We make no sound as our distance grows, we make no sound treading separate roads" Marooned in circle conversations; Abundant phone call delays; Seems right now is never quite the time. Planning tomorrow, safe life choices turned out to be a good read, but only until the second page Another day explodes with the promise of a better late than ever attitude Why don't we make some more plans and maybe we can retrocede in time and not waste it away Losing time exchange words with meanings that will sting and not resolve. What are we trying to accomplish wasting away?
Expectation's building in, our connection wearing thin It's about time I stopped wasting all my energy with you Cheers to the moments that we shared, they're all hidden under my bed Allow this memory to fade and heal these fucking scars I have. I just can’t count how many times I fooled myself into believing That you cared about me at least as half as I cared about you Seems you don't really give a flying fuck and why should you This is the last time that you'll ever get to hear my voice. And you'll be sorry when I accidentally drink myself to death Maybe you'll wish that we'd had shared A few last frames together for whatever our friendship was ever worth I'm tired of giving all I've got. For what is worth I wrote this song just like running away from home Swear I meant about every word just like that Sunday afternoon Visit everyone that means a little more that shit to you I'll be too busy to care by destroying my brain cells. Can't believe how I fall for the same line every single time It goes: " I blah blah blah blah oh my god whatever sorry" Go back to whatever state you think you belong to But never dare to phone me heartless bullshit again. You never said a word that sounded wrong to me I've always thought that you could stay for so long But now I've seen just what it takes to admit that rambling on Once meant just everything to me I couldn't wait to tell you how How miserable things did turn out. But I won't, consider this song done, I won't write another word But I gotta say, just the other day we were taken by compulsion Everything I feared most is basically turning opposed to my Lack of motivation, my own cycle of confusion The fear of not having around those that you cherish most People open up, talk shit and then they leave There will be no one to clean up after their own shit People open up, talk shit and then they leave Sometimes I tend to exaggerate a bit The weight of my own words will slowly fade Would have told you all about it but I have ran out of words to say If you and I could finally agree, we're nowhere near the lights But I did try..
Ambiência 05:53
Safe wording through the hollow textbook You know liturgical eyes won't license lechery This is the science of domination Beautiful perhaps it might not have been, though ingenious instead one dared say it was Frigid is the needle that singes their bodies with methadone flavors and new shades of red "Track down the living, throw them inside buildings and offer a contentment so cold it freezes the motion of life in a sentence" Pheromone breezes of sin keep me awake And this is how it goes in numbing entertainment's lips, we read the promise of a future. Comfortably stiff is how we sit. Inhaling the silence sold for the price of taking in what was ripped out, as if blood-pulsing movements could be blinded and beheaded. In the age of efficiency, miners might just get buried alive; when the price of their lives weigh less than their wages "Where are the living? We can't allow pallid fragile faces asphyxiating to manifest true passionate living" Arise, for it's the only thing that's left; Gifted confusion must dominate our corpses in an ever fulfilling dance of reality. And lies to our faces give true significance to dawn A choreographed treason mocks an apology to reason Immaculate minds spark yet another plot with missteps leading to unnamed epitaphs As dissonant streams of a broad casted lie fill my eyelids and spread through the warmest wavelength, captivity’s begging to show. To live inside a cage your whole life What was taken of reality must now be recovered And the expropriators appropriated in turn Language without reply The world is already filmed, now it is a matter of transforming it If sleeping is blissful Then I'll stay awake
Zelda 04:43
Daylight has finally come to shine It dries away the tears from her eyes And draws to an end what felt like one million nights And it was all since that man, that perfect man He made his way through all of our lives An offer of trust, we accepted our brilliant demise But let me tell you something because I was there too A hand to a shoulder and friendliness soon were dissolved Into reoccurring scenes of unspeakable violence Why must child and adult fill the roles of submission by threat That's when I upped and told mom about perfection But a sweet routine and desperation were too fond of each other They gave birth to illusion So with no one to turn back to She finally held hear piece to herself An inconvenience to others, the cost of a ruined life Feel the weather turning gray like lead floating in sky Like a pair of scissors under cloth could remain justified The cure to much of my distress rests in the tip of a blade Yet there's another change of light that would certainly otherwise provide me With the fairest of excuses, but I've got something more They are lungs and a heart and with them I'll say... …exactly what's been happening since age of four A move towards oblivion is a move towards death Let me rephrase, my intentions are staked Will you back evermore out of everyone's lives Because for what you did I can't bear empathy All the sorrow and pain you've inflicted can not be repaired Now imagine if I had the power to rule over your actions, I'd still choose not to do so Taking the freedom of somebody else is not to be repeated by anyone ever again Of all the morals that still drag me to your soul Which made you feel so insecure like a deserver of some beautiful repair Could you tell me what's so wrong? Never in words, but I feel I'm coming close To the proposal of a symptomatic curse
Satyagrahi 08:30
Barro en las manos, ropas y cejas, bajo el sol Colores tradicionales sostenidas al viento Deberá prevalecer la esperanza donde el odio clamoroso es abundante, If you stay let it be as prisoners of our love There's so much to learn from cauterized skinned threads and bones The nika attempt to dismantle never setting-sun land Acrolectal essence turned in homespun innocence The sun yelled, it defrosted the bodies of the sane and just, their vital truth A rue we're all so familiar to Stepping stone for the counter-march, approaching of 10 myriads Ferocious discipline with an appetite to match How much difference would there be if all kings said: Not a single drop of blood needs to be shed Let lions lie amongst their kin Steel appendages would not fly but be spared The true meaning of our lives prepared Confluence of interests overwhelmed There's still so much we've got to learn from hypnotized civilian lost lives That still insist in burying the hatchet instead of postponing A calm coexistence, yet we're kept from learning that If it's eye for an eye how we deal with our lives There can never be bloodshed enough to suffice our quench for self demise Nor any medical assistance for the blind Enough to dodge the pillars that come crumbling down Perforating askew questions of ancient times My private collection of headstone lies Hollow glare face planted into the skies We have been scrubbing the floor for way too long Trying to eliminate the dirt poor A clean kill to get our faultless hands On all the things that we'll never have What my life has meant so far Is shining in every rock we trod on our way to Dandi From the 12th to the 6th and well beyond Splattered blood could not discourage our trait As we stood still as one offering a peaceful pace to the unloving force we face Kneeling down asking nothing but bread and receiving stone instead And if such be the case Of the standard race Cooperation we refuse to celebrate Then we'll know not the bang itself but every sound in every way And the whimper with which it all ends Then I guess we're going away this time Deberá prevalecer la esperanza donde el odio clamoroso es abundante, Deberán dulce amor prosperar o altos sueños tener lugar En medio al tumulto de lucha reverberante Por entre credos antiguos, en medio a la raza y a la raza antigua, Que destroza la tumba, felices propósitos de la vida, Sin dejar refugio a no ser tu cara de auxílio? A broken foundation; Where the sun never sets revealed the hope of a future sunrise- A sea of oppression, pain, and regret, Stopped at the shores of benevolence: where a bond turned a million foes friends.



released February 4, 2011




Lisabi Campinas, Brazil

Lisabi is a septet from Barão Geraldo, Brazil, consisting of André Cardoso (bass, vocals), Matheus Fattori (guitars), Gabriel Slenes (trumpet, keys, vocals), Max Maiken (tenor sax), Fabiano Benetton (Guitars), and Luccas Villela (drums)

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