1. |
Gonzo
03:22
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The first time that I entertained
Was the first time that I felt sane
It was crystal clear I couldn't stay the same
It was crystal clear, so I changed my name
To
Gonzo
Gonzo
Banging on those bongos
Gonzo
Gonzo
If you want more say encore, say bravo
Bravado in a bathrobe
Looking like Belmondo
Spanish name but no hablo
Soy guapo, no soy macho
Chilly so cold, gazpacho
All eyes on me, Gestapo
I spit hot flows to the front row
Mmm
You're gonna wanna wear a poncho
Pronto
Piano Picasso
I spark joints Marie Kondo
I used to live in Toronto
Now I live in your head, honcho
Vous connaissez la chanson
I sing with vibrato
Sing along if you know how the song goes
It goes
Gonzo
Gonzo
Banging on those bongos (Chilly, Chilly, Chilly)
Gonzo
G-G-Gonzo
If you want more say encore, say bravo
Gonzo brought me such success
Gonzo made me say “fuck yes”
At first I was in love with it
Now I'm stuck with it
I'm stuck with it
‘Cause
People don't take you seriously
When your name is silly like Chilly G, really
It's a weird little alias that makes people think I'm hilarious
And they might be right, they might be wrong
But don't forget I can write the songs
That'll make you cry, be smart and funny
I will never choose between art and money
So take a sip of this sweet potion
Where personality meets emotion
Where big joy meets big pain
And big balls meet big brains
Gonzo
Gonzo
Banging on those bongos (Chilly, Chilly, Chilly)
Gonzo
G-G-Gonzo
If you want more say encore, say bravo
G.O.N.Z.O
G.O.N.Z.O
G.O.N.Z.O
On with goddamn show
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2. |
Surfing the Crowd
05:31
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Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Like a bird, bird, bird in the clouds
The music is loud, the crowd is aroused
Watch me surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Like a bird, bird, bird in the clouds
The music is loud, the crowd is aroused
Watch me surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Surfing the crowd is like sex to me
The agony, the ecstasy
The crowd is aroused as they enter me
This might end with a pregnancy
Surfing the crowd, pure energy
Taken to the nth degree
I'm not kidding like vasectomy
Yes, it's me
The show of the goddamn century
I perform so many feats like centipedes
If you're empty
I will fill you with melodies
Open you, sesame
But I’m not your celebrity
I did 10 years of psychotherapy
So your friend is who I won't pretend to be
Oh you want a selfie? I don't think it's healthy
Born in the 70s, sad child
My own worst enemy
Maybe making it rhyme could be the remedy
Words as weaponry might be the recipe
My life was a movie I was in every scene
Adrenaline shots like amphetamines
I thought CG was a better me
‘Cause the old me was a memory
I was attention starved
Wanted too much, I went too far
All this pain left a scar
Don't let it get too close like ASMR
I had a feeling I would be a star
And it gets me hard, engorged enlarged
In charge like a credit card
I penned these bars for my repertoire
Fuck self-regard, Fuck avant-garde
This is beyond music, this is air guitar
Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Like a bird, bird, bird in the clouds
The music is loud, the crowd is aroused
Watch me surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Like a bird, bird, bird in the clouds
The music is loud, the crowd is aroused
Watch me surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
It was unexpected, so I let it be
I found the exit and I felt the breeze
Blowing through the leaves of a tree that I'd never seen
No one is always nice, no one is never mean
I'm projection free, your hands carry me, protecting me
So was it all a dream?
Is the answer a question?
Am I a contestant on the game show “jeopardy”?
Why am I obsessed with intensity?
The feeling when she sleeps next to me
The safest space, like an embassy
The song of the bird in the clouds like it was written by Claude Debussy
Surfing the crowd is my destiny
Surfing the crowd, it was meant to be
And you can't change the past
But the future is bright like a Xmas tree
And time is a flat circle
And it looks like a pizza, so I want extra cheese
I'm on a spending spree
Twenty g's for a show, yes please
How sweaty can a fellow be
This Tacchini tracksuit is a felony
Porn star ‘stache Ron Jeremy
Living in your head rent free, telepathy
High as the mezzanine
And making it last like the letter Z
‘Cause I got plans for 2023
This is the end of the song, not the end of me
Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Like a bird, bird, bird in the clouds
The music is loud, the crowd is aroused
Watch me surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Surf, surf, surfing the crowd
Like a bird, bird, bird in the clouds
The music is loud, the crowd is aroused
Watch me surf, surf, surfing the crowd
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3. |
High as a Kite
03:47
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In a smoke-filled room on the island
In a cashmere cage I designed
Been a long time since I have opened
The venetian blinds of my mind
Getting used to see in the darkness
There is no such thing as outside
I will deal with you
When the light breaks through
The venetian blinds of my mind
High as a kite
High as a kite
It's a long way down to reality
To the big bad bottom
High as a kite
High as a kite
Through a trap door in the top floor
To the big bad bottom
Ouch
Are you there?
I'm up here
Can you hear…me?
I'm feasting when I should be fasting
My fame needs a famine
So non-plussed, time for subtraction
Make me a minus
I long to be mindless
Take my security blanket I’m Linus
Can I accept ego death?
Who me? Not yet
Just let me catch my breath (Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
High as a kite
High as a kite
It's a long way down to reality
To the big bad bottom
High as a kite
High as a kite
Through a trap door in the top floor
To the big bad bottom
To the big bad bottom
Ouch
Are you there?
I'm up here
Can you hear…me?
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4. |
Fidelio
05:20
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If and when I open the kimono
Let me set the stage and dim the lights
If and when I introduce the monster
One of us might not make it through the night
When I open the kimono
When I open the kimono
When I open the kimono
Oh no
When I open the kimono
I can paint the painful picture
Of a man who's half a vampire
Who screams into his pillow
As he looks for his reflection
In the mirror on the ceiling
He's covered like a martyr in a shroud
When I open the kimono
When I open the kimono
When I open the kimono
Oh no
When I open the kimono
I'll be dodging all the boulders
That have gained so much momentum
In this avalanche of secrets
I'll be dancing like St. Vitus
But I’m too tired to fight this
I just hope that you won't hate me when I’m done
(Uh)
Listen
Don't cover your eyes when I open mine
It's no surprise, ain't got nothing to hide
From Rosemont to Paris
Rhinestones to carats
I was a reject with a fear of rejection
I don't regret shit everything was a lesson
It ain't easy but I do it with ease
You don't believe me
I put it out there for everyone to see
Behold, the benevolence!
Perfection ain’t begging for acceptance
Grew up from beginnings that were desolate
This role one size fits all, no measurements
You can judge me, sure
But what we gonna see when you open up yours
Tax fraud, divorce, finishing quick during intercourse
Now that I’ve opened the kimono
The belt falls like a feather to the floor
We can't put the booze back in the bottle
We can't live on dreams anymore
When I open the kimono
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
Oh no
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
When I open the kimono
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
When I open the kimono
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
When I open the kimono
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
Oh no
(Come on! Open the kimono, open the kimono, open the kimono)
Oh no oh no oh no oh no
(Come on!)
Yeah
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6. |
Neoclassical Massacre
04:07
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Sorry, not sorry, if I sound rude
But I was the first underground dude
To make a piano record with a pop attitude
Now I got so many children it’s a family feud
And that was way back in 2004
« Solo Piano » was the album that opened the door
Today they call it neoclassical but don't confuse it
It's a stretch to even call that shit yoga music
A song without a melody is atmosphere
It's okay but it can't catch your ear
When there's no tension, then there's no passion
It won't hold my attention I guess I’m old-fashioned
I hate it when my ears are not surprised
That's when you know the composition’s compromised
The piano has been monetized
All those fingers trying to hit the sweet spot
They’ve been spotified
Catalog with the Grammy nod
Piano God I’m not mad at all
I got entire albums at a hundred million streams
Which means I keep ‘em listening
And you
A slave to the playlist
Face it, you’re faceless
Your label’s a rapist
Your music leaves no traces
Nobody loves it… or hates it
And your status is so swagless
The saddest part is that your art creates no addicts
You're in a musical prison (ha ha)
Nobody's choosing to listen (ha ha)
There's a new algorithm
It's pitching your pieces
To someone in their kitchen
Trying to finish their thesis (oh no)
Oh no, they say they love you but they lie
Your stats will stay high the more you sound like A.I.
Your wafer-thin songs are vapor
You are not a painter
You are wallpaper
And do not @ me
‘Cause I am not peaceful
Your math doesn't add up
‘Cause we are not equals
In your Philip Glass mask, amateur
Welcome to my Neoclassical massacre
Peaceful piano, pitiful
Arpeggios unoriginal
Stereotypical
Sounds like you're typing three chords on a digital keyboard
I call you mini-me
You call it minimal
And your performance is conformist
I cringe at all those pictures of your piano in the forest
You say you take your inspiration from nature
But there's nothing faker than seeing you play on a glacier
You told your camera crew to make it look organic
Oh your piano suddenly appeared as if by magic?
You posted a sunset but the sky is cloudy
You're not Einaudi
You are Zwei-naudi
And if you wonder who I’m talking to
Well it's probably you because it's all you
And if you're offended, call my manager
The numbers 1-800-Neoclassical Massacre
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7. |
Cadenza
01:17
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8. |
F*ck Wagner
03:03
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F.*.C.K Richard Wagner
What a motherf*cking monster
King Kong conquered Western culture
F*ck him and his Nazi granddaughter
F*ck his fan club and his converts
They're not welcome at my concerts
Harder, faster, better, stronger
Kanye West is the brand new Wagner
King Kong
Ding Dong
This song is a diss song
Wagner lives on like the bloodline of Genghis Khan
And I know that we shouldn't speak ill of the dead
But this decomposing composer needs a kick in the head
First of all, he was antisemitic (what)
But worst of all (what)
He was glad to admit it (what)
He said a Jew poet (what)
Couldn't be a true poet (what)
But have you heard “Hotline Bling”?
A Jew wrote it
So can the artist and the art ever be separated?
It's hard to boycott something that you love
But it's easy if you hate it
Like if I never hear Richard Wagner again
I know I wouldn't miss him
But I still bang that R. Kelly remix to “Ignition”
Fans can't see clearly
That's why it's called fantasy
Fans can't see clearly
Every criticism is blasphemy
And fans can see the answers in the blankness of the canvas
Through the cancerous unblinking eyes of the cameras
Fake martyrs fall the farthest
Every artist is a target
Fire starters, arsonists, narcissists, professional liars
That's why it's called artifice
They're not good people
They're just people
So when I say f*ck Richard Wagner
It's cheap and it’s easy
I'm a clown in the media circus on TV
With Böhmermann speaking in German
Perverting the truth and fulfilling my purpose to purchase attention by spitting these verses
But does he deserve it?
Because he's imperfect?
So when I say f*ck Wagner (what)
How about f*ck Chilly? (what)
How about f*ck everybody? (what)
‘Cause we're all guilty (what)
We are all trolls (what)
We are all triggered (what)
And the truth hurts
We are all Richard
F.*.C.K Richard Wagner
What a motherf*cking monster
King Kong conquered Western culture
F*ck him and his Nazi granddaughter
F*ck his fan club and his converts
They're not welcome at my concerts
Harder, faster, better, stronger
Kanye West is the brand new Wagner
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9. |
I.C.E.
03:28
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Mein deutschrap? Schnapsidee
Aber ich mach das anyway
Könntest du seh’n, was ich seh
Aus dem Fenster im ICE ICE ICE
Smalltalk in verspätet’n Züg’n
Entschuldigung, kann kaum Deutsch
Muss noch üben
Was machst du beruflich?
Ich bin Musik Ich bin Kunst
Ich bin Künstlich Ich bin Punk
Ich bin Pünktlich
Servus, mahlzeit, grüss dich
Ich bin wie Brahms
Ein Clara Schumann groupie
Schnelle Nummer, Schumi
Besessen wie Fitzcarraldo
Wolfgang Amadeus Falco
Was steckt unter dem Dirndlkleid?
Einigkeit, Disziplin und fleiss und billigfleisch
Klimastreik bei der metzgerei
Festgeklebt im vierten reich
Haiyti, Deichkind, mein dichterkreis
Chilly eiskalt, Antarktika
Mein kunst ist entartete
Ich bin Caspar David Friedrich in den Gebirgen
Übermensch Friedrich Nietzsche ist mein Lieblings comedian
Kabelsalat mit Kummerspeck
Deutsches essen wird schwer unterschätzt
Meine witze sind schlecht übersetzt
Get reich or stirb trying, Fünfzig cent
Mein deutschrap? Schnapsidee
Aber ich mach das anyway
Könntest du seh’n, was ich seh
Aus dem Fenster im ICE ICE ICE
Der fürst in mei’m veedel
Judenrapper MC Bagel
Aus dem kiffer-nebel
Strewelpwter, mit langen Fingernägeln
Bin der Bösewicht ohne Umhang
Klavierklang wie stürm und drang
Haters haben hunger auf mein Untergang
Sie trink’n Kamillentee
Ich esse cameltoe
Gonzo, porno
Drehbuch von Adorno
Fame tangiert mich nur peripher
Ich go everywhere mit ein‘m joint in mein’m necessaire
Trainingsanzug aber schickimicki
Ich bin Reich wie Raniczki
Kopfkino immer kinky
Ich Bin christlich wie Klaus Kinski
Mein deutschrap? Schnapsidee
Aber ich mach das anyway
Könntest du seh’n, was ich seh
Aus dem Fenster im ICE ICE ICE
Das Vaterland ist kein trister Ort
Quadratisch Praktisch Gut, Ritter sport
Ich lebte früher wie Gott in Frankreich
Aber süsser ist es hier, Marzipanweich
Ich liebe dich, aber ich bin kritisch
Dieses Lied ist ein Liebesbrief
An die Bundesrepublik, hier bin ich nie allein
Im ICE vom Berghain bis nach Hildesheim
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10. |
Eau de Cologne
03:04
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11. |
Poem
03:07
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Chilly Gonzales Cologne, Germany
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