City full of shitheads, small brainers screamin 'Baník pičo' Souls overfilled with nothing but pure emptiness, boredom overtook their lifes, dismatled ethanol bodies seek fullfilment in the streets where nothing but dying spirit can be found. Return of the living Deads...

Lousy band's mental excrements consumed by ever hungry selfseekers identify themselfs with "Do práce nevstávám, svou ženu nemiluji" played on main square, heavy police crowd controll doesn't care about the ugly noise from rubbish tuned audio system. Celebration of football league title, a virtual success keeping them blind and tied. Black armored boys isolated from own feelings doing what they were told to do, perfectly trained not to think individually, looking forward to some action on those weedy hippies during their tribe gatherings on summer fullmoons, to finally enjoy usurped monopolized righteousness right to violence and protection of homeland from those free of forms.

Dinner between jazz and some pair on first date, who entrust their hope for love into machines, evading glimpses on the other one, untouched conversation, feelings inserted into machines instead giving a try to bloom for love and celebration of life.

Louie joins us right now "and I think to myself, what a wonderfull world"

It is :-)