Noadon Filoké

Noadon filoké
'cause I heard someone talking.
Noadon filoké
and they don't mean a word.

Fill the air with empty conversations (talk, talk, talk)
and speculate on everbody's doings.
Pondering domestic revolution
amidst the ruins.

Noadon filoké
'cause I heard someone crying.
Noadon filoké
and they don't shed a tear.

Lost in dreams of what life had to offer; (talk, talk, talk)
our leaders promised us a brighter days.
Now we are the ones left to suffer
as the dream slips away.

Noadon filoké
'cause I hear someone laughing.
Noadon filoké
and they're laughing at me.

I don't find security in numbers. (talk, talk, talk)
The beaten path I don't choose to follow.
I watch a race of people going under--
their soul's so hollow.

Noadon filoké.
Noadon filoké
'cause I saw someone dying.
Noadon filoké
and they don't make a sound.
Noadon filoké.


©Lawrence App

Performing on the Acculturation CD:
LApp: vocals, bass, programming
Eric Mason: drums
Pete Winders: guitars, vocal
Ray Guiser: sax
Todd Beals: trumpet
Tomás Orta: congas