My hand is readymade
it’s a sculpture
don’t be afraid
My heart is fading red
it’s a rosebud
it’s small and sad
When I dream
I dream of you
when you dream
I am with you
Five o’clock
it’s time for tea
so wake up
to reality

She spends a lifetime
down on her knees
translating Johnny
to Portuguese
She wishes she was
like a wind blow
but though I love her for her soul
I love her for her flesh
though I love her for her glow
I love her for her sex
A humming bird
a humming shoe
three pounds of wine
and she loves you

I’m Jesse James’ horse
and I keep his soul
I’m Jesse James’ horse
I’m the guardian of his soul

Down on the valley
flowers won’t grow
Down on the prairie
I will never go

Up on the mountain
I will stand still
I will keep quiet
for that was his will

I have a farm
I own one thousand acres
and I only grow potatoes
I always eat rice
I never eat potatoes
but I love my farm

My farm exists
for ten generations
and nobody ate potatoes
My grandpa ate rice
my pa ate chicken
and I look just like my grandpa

For ten generations
we never sold potatoes
we kept them in our barn
Our barn has ten floors
one for each generation
and one day it will reach the sky

Música:
António Olaio & João Taborda

Save our children
from the wicked teachers
save our souls my Lord
save our homes
from the ghostly termites
save yourself with love

If a wicked teacher
is a wicked teacher
there’s a way to know
you take off their shoe
and if a wicked teacher
is a wicked teacher
there’s a round little
black dot
on the top of each toe

There are bugs on my head
There are bugs on my watch
There are bugs on my food
There are bugs on my sock
There are bugs on my clock

If wanna know the time
never ask a bug
it will tell you the century
not the year or the day

I once met a little worm
that was once a butterfly
it looked proud and cool
but it looked slightly shy

When he feels cool
He writes them on his head
When he feels hot
He writes them on his sex
When he feels mystical
He writes them on his knees
When he feels witty
He writes them on his cheek
When he feels nosy
He writes them on his nose
When he feels romantic
He writes them on his heart

A house is too big
He doesn’t need a house
A room is too large
He doesn’t need a room

His grey suit is all the space he needs
When it rains, he stands on the street,
letting his clothes shrink
getting tighter
getting cosy
getting slim

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want a living doll,
not so tall ‘cause I’m so small.

- What do you want for Christmas?
- I want a star so bright,
a little light to kiss goodnight. - What do you want for Christmas?

- I want a little pony,
for it’s so funny to give my honey. - What do you want for Christmas?

- I want a little phone,
a call from home, for I’m alone. - What do you want for Christmas?

- I want two pairs of shoes,
one to wear and one to lose. - What do you want for Christmas?

- I just want a Merry Christmas. - What do you want for Christmas?

- I just want a happy New Year.

We’re a zillion million dwarves
working on the sky
the stars so low
and the moon so high

There’s a zillion million clouds
for all of us to sit
we keep them white
and we keep them neat

Sweat is falling from the sky
in little drops
Sweat is falling from the sky
in little drops

We’re a zillion million dwarves
working on the sky
our hearts won’t grow
as time goes by

We made some funny hats
we wear them on our feat
to keep them warm
and soft, and sweet

My sunset tVs
can show you
how sky is blue
my sunset TVs
for me and you

On my sunset TVs
you can rely
for my sunset TVs
will never die

When Autumn
becomes Winter
and Winter
becomes Spring
electric light in Summer
isn’t hotter
than it used to be

Post-Nuclear Country, 1993
Concepção e filmagens: António Olaio
Pós-produção: José Pinheiro
Música: letras e melodias de António Olaio
construídas sobre fundos instrumentais dos discos:
A Million Tears From Now
Jambalaia
You’re Cheating My Heart
Quedamonos Aqui
Ho I’ll Have to Go
Old Shorter Hand Melody