floatingleaf | nothing more or less but a critical condition (that's a quote, too, btw)

This was inevitable, I guess. I am an official hardcore Gogol Bordello fan.:) I've got ICONS of Eugene Hutz, for heaven's sake. *points to the left* And now I am going to make a post of my favorite quotes. Just because. In more or less chronological order. Oh, and some pics I found online. Starting with this one, from the set of Everything Is Illuminated (2005):

Elijah seems quite the fan as well, doesn't he? ;)

If there's no room for a Rom (= a Gypsy), what else is there left to romanticize?
(Nomadic Chronicle, from the album Voi-La Intruder, 1999)

just when you think that it's all through, it's just the birth of something new
(When the Trickster Starts a-Poking, from Multi Kontra Culti, 2002)

and you think alright now people
they have finally woke up
but as soon as trouble over
watch them take another nap
(Oh No, from Gypsy Punks Underdog World Strike, 2005)

of course there is no 'us' and 'them'
but them, they do not think the same
(Illumination, from Gypsy Punks Underdog World Strike)

there were never any good old days
they are today, they are tomorrow
it's a stupid thing we say
cursing tomorrow with sorrow
(Ultimate, from Super Taranta, 2007)

I travelled the world, looking for understanding
of the times that we live in
hunting & gathering first-hand information
challenging definitions of sin
(Wonderlust King, from Super Taranta)

first time I had read the Bible
it had struck me as unwitty
it may have started the rumor
that the Lord ain't got no humor
(Supertheory of Supereverything, from Super Taranta)

revolution is internal - help yourself at any time
(Raise the Knowledge, from Trans-Continental Hustle, 2010)

and I did see most beautiful of dreams
a cosmic harp where we were the strings
so making sure that the shudder is in tune
to loneliness we were all immune
(To Rise Above, from Trans-Continental Hustle)

oh, my spirit guides, lurking in the window
never did I fit the frame invented by the gringo
(In the Meantime in Pernambuco, from Trans-Continental Hustle)

just because I do refuse to take your pill
any road I take leads to the Bastille
(Break the Spell, from Trans-Continental Hustle)

like a pro, I pack your dance floor
but you want me to come in & exit through the back door
(as above)

may the sound of our contaminated beat
sweep all the Nazi purists off their feet
(Trans-Continental Hustle, from Trans-Continental Hustle)

All lyrics written by Eugene Hutz, pictured above. And below.:) A trans-continental Gypsy punk from your neighboring global village. With a fashion sense almost as bad as Viggo's, and a somewhat similar sense of humor. What's not to love? :D