Educated Fools (from uneducated schools)

by Gus Boggar

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released April 28, 2014

Gus Boggar: guitars, vocals, baglama and ukulele on Smirni, keys on Getting Echo
Vaggelis Tompros: drums, percussion, clarinet on Getting Echo, Cut In Three
Nick Koutras: bass
Elli Kaiki: vocals
Antigoni Seferli: cello
Babis Vlachos: sax
Katerina Karioti: ukulele on Smirni
Nick Sahpazis: out on Smirni
Bbix: guitar on Cut In Three
Chlidren’s Choir on Hold On

All songs written by Gus Boggar ⓒ&ⓟ 2013-2014
Produced by Gus Boggar and Dimitris (Bbix) Bibikas
Recorded by Bbix, Kostas Raisis, Gus Boggar
Mixed by Bbix and Gus Boggar
Master by Bbix
Artwork by Dimitris Protopappas, Chloe Saita and Gus Boggar
Cover photo by Gus Boggar
Back photo by Athanasios Protopappas

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Gus Boggar Athens, Greece

Konstantinos Protopappas, aka Gus Boggar, has released two EP’s in the past with Effigy (Autobar 2006, Vaci Utca 2011). After he left the band, he has cooperated with great musicians of Athens and he has created the “All In A Shame” project. He also performs with “Chickn” psychedelic/kraut band. In 2014 he released his first personal album Educated Fools (from uneducated schools) ... more

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Track Name: Black Snow
LYRICS

Burning in the sun I breathe like the dog bites
I don’t even feel – no warm in vein
I don’t taste politics.

Silky bloody street they’re shooting with lies
And I have to be hidden at every place
Fucking city burning
in a while

Burning in the sun I breathe like the dog bites
I don’t even feel no warm in vein
Fucking city burning
in a while.

Have trust but they’re out of my target range
Become man hunter
These eyes have trust but I wanna taste
Feeling a homo.

Burning in the sun they finalize options
How to put a cam in every place
And how to seek our day off
this is revenge.



These eyes
Have blast
But I
Wanna taste
Track Name: Nine-0-five
LYRICS

I've got my man in a strong box they call it nine-0-five
But i'm not gonna sent him out cause there's a luck of faith

There's no mojo working there's no cash to fool around
He's a gambler and a hustler messing with the whores downtown

He's name was Wille the knave of clubs

Two days just before now i went to give him his meal
But the nine-0-five was forced and now he's wheedling some chicks

Some people saw him north, others going west
Some other's said he run away but others saw him dead
Poor Willie please come back to town
Big Mama sing that tune and she won't let you down

Sixteen horses brought him back home
Track Name: Flaming Bottles
LYRICS

In this show tune set my instincts
Act as last hope last brings fire
No control I’m married tired
I own a gas station an market for sale

Purple onions bloom death has shame
In order to have no mercy at all
There are me and me outside
Instead of you and you inside

Ghost as police poor hands volver
I own money come for a sec
Live in peace for free today
Flaming Bottles ride the sky, I think I should fly, if there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go….


We’re all gonna go, I can show you the road
We’re all gonna stay if the rent’s ok
We’re all gonna scream but not for ice-cream
We’re all gonna go if there’s a hell below



Sorry mother order another son
Please believe me I am sober
We need some power mother, need some power
A better way better than yours….

_____________________
Empty the heaven’s door
These eyes are scary
Home and disable
Too dark!

Anger’s anatomy
With gasoline
Justice illusion
Fight!

Rules they’ve brought peace
Poetry and earth burns.

What is the point to keep?
Nine to hell
Who’ll be the next one?
Liars!


Don’t have to gathering
These eyes are scary
Sing now to crucify
Liars!

Searching, blessing
Searching for graveyards
Thirsty people
Governments fight!
Track Name: Hold On
LYRICS

Then my feet howl myself at home
and i still cannot breath in those four walls
Crab my head in pieces look alone
Well you don't really won't want to know

All alone all alone
i'm laying down softly
now my lips are searching ghosts
and i'm trapped into my corpse
you better hold on

What i own what i own
they gonna ship a lust to hide from others
so i rely on this flavoured sin
grap a torture blend of madness
you better hold on

All alone all alone
I'm laying down hardly
and those lips were licking walls
all alone all his own
better hold on

What i hide what i gain
an old wolf chase his tail
hear the trust is the birth of aim
and the aim has lost its flame
you better hold on
Track Name: Cut In Three
LYRICS

Crap the big three
Torn it apart you
Way long road
Conventionality
Where's the lie
That we deserve it
Is there a judge out
The time we never spent

While i'm trying to protest
I've got babies blooding snakes
Pushing out the blame on me
So this form will cut in three
Yeah this song

Leaders dancing
And earth is moaning
Arrest the beauty
And consider you're dead
Track Name: Better Days
LYRICS

Don’t you think you want better days than these
Are you anxious lonesome kind of thing
Don’t you ever chuck all up
Cause nothing seems to be born

And you’re looking a place to rest your thoughts
All in streets are fast and you’re a veil undone
In your house you call it store
Four walls that growing old

There’s a lullaby, there’s an old wise tune
Every single man who grows needs a new suit
Every path has its fate
Floating castles in parade

Need a sin, need a young skin to pray
Apple trees the button to escape
And if you say it’s not enough