Words
Kultur Shock Lyrics


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For the noise of the boys
in the hood I abandoned
for the scream of a mother
that I took for granted
For the look in the eye
of a girl I loved
(for the old) school yard
where my senses grew up

For the war and the peace
and the lost and the found
for the shame and the pride
that I lightly compound
For the dear and the wanted
for the hated and zero
for the sake of anonimous
(riveting) hero

For the sick and the poor
for the healthy and rich
for my ex wife
that I call a bitch
For the whore and the virgin
for the priest and the pimp
for the cop and the hostess
the lousy and weird

Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Hodi meni Lane moje
Ooo...
Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Dođi kući Lane moje
Ooo...


For the women in the jail
and the razor blade Mary
for the sources of evil
and the timeless chimeras
For the wine in my glass
and the yesterday's pass
for the many new names
I forget like an ass
(If I smell like an ass, if I look like an ass,
if I act like an ass- fuck me- I’m an ass!)

For the blood in the vains
for the glory and pains
for the rioters, ministers,
weirdoes and lame,
For the fusion for me and you
somewhere and then
for the power of words
we don't have to pretend.

(For the grass in the pipe
for the raki of mine
for the kicks in the ass
and the touch of the sky,
for the fatherless child
and the motherless land
for the truth that we will never have to pretend...)

Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja
Hodi meni Lane moje
Ooo...
Od milijon godina
Mi puka sirotinja




Dođi kući Lane moje
Ooo...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kultur Shock's song Words are a reflection on the different experiences and people that have shaped the singer's life. The first stanza speaks about leaving behind the noise of the streets and the old school yard where they grew up. They also mention the woman they loved, possibly lost, and the mother they took for granted. This verse seems to evoke a sense of nostalgia and longing for a place or time that is no longer accessible.


The second stanza includes a range of diverse experiences and people, from the sick and the poor to the healthy and rich, the ex-wife, the whore, and the virgin. The singer recognizes the complexities and contradictions of life, acknowledging the shame and pride that they compound. They also mention an anonymous hero and highlight the importance of their actions, even if they are not recognized or remembered.


The final verse is a call to celebrate diversity and the power of words to bring people together. The singer mentions rioters, ministers, weirdoes, and lame people and emphasizes the value of their contributions. They also mention the fusion of identities and the possibility of finding common ground. The last line, "for the truth that we will never have to pretend," seems to suggest that the singer values honesty and authenticity above all.


Overall, this song is about the different experiences, people, and emotions that shape us as individuals. It emphasizes the importance of recognizing and celebrating diversity, as well as the power of words to bring people together.


Line by Line Meaning

For the noise of the boys in the hood I abandoned for the scream of a mother that I took for granted
I left behind the loud disturbances of my old neighborhood and instead prioritize listening to a mother when she is truly upset, not just brushing off her screams.


For the look in the eye of a girl I loved (for the old) school yard where my senses grew up
I am grateful for the memories and experiences I had in my old school yard, where I fell in love and grew as a person.


For the war and the peace and the lost and the found for the shame and the pride that I lightly compound
I acknowledge and hold responsibility for how my actions contribute to both chaos and calm, loss and discovery, shame and pride.


For the dear and the wanted for the hated and zero for the sake of anonimous (riveting) hero
I recognize the value in all types of people- those I cherish and those I despise- and understand that even those who go unnoticed can be truly captivating in their own way.


For the sick and the poor for the healthy and rich for my ex wife that I call a bitch
I try to appreciate the full spectrum of lifestyles and relationships, but I still harbor resentment and bitterness towards my ex wife.


For the whore and the virgin for the priest and the pimp for the cop and the hostess the lousy and weird
There is no specific person or job title that I completely despise or venerate, and I try to approach everyone with an open mind and curiosity.


Od milijon godina Mi puka sirotinja Hodi meni Lane moje Ooo...
For millions of years, my impoverished people have been calling out for Lane (either a person or a metaphorical home) to come save us.


For the women in the jail and the razor blade Mary for the sources of evil and the timeless chimeras
I am aware of the injustices in the world, and recognize that even those who seem to embody evil or mythical creatures face real struggles and pains.


For the wine in my glass and the yesterday's pass for the many new names I forget like an ass (If I smell like an ass, if I look like an ass, if I act like an ass- fuck me- I’m an ass!)
I try to cherish and make the most of each present moment, but also acknowledge when I make mistakes and am forgetful or foolish.


For the blood in the vains for the glory and pains for the rioters, ministers, weirdoes and lame
I understand that all people, regardless of status or behavior, have their own struggles and experiences that make them human.


For the fusion for me and you somewhere and then for the power of words we don't have to pretend.
I believe in the deep emotional connections that can be forged between individuals and the potential for language to truly express our thoughts and feelings with authenticity.


(For the grass in the pipe for the raki of mine for the kicks in the ass and the touch of the sky, for the fatherless child and the motherless land for the truth that we will never have to pretend...)
There are moments in life- whether it be through drugs or music or rebellion or simply staring up at the stars- where we can feel truly free and in touch with a higher power. I also recognize the pain and suffering that comes with abandonment and unsupported children, and vow to always be truthful in my actions and beliefs.


Od milijon godina Mi puka sirotinja Dođi kući Lane moje Ooo...
For millions of years, my impoverished people have been calling out for Lane (either a person or a metaphorical home) to come back to us.




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