Walking shadows on my own
I go deeper as they grow
For when I get home
I will wash my hands of
Touching tropes that are nothing but yucky
Every thought is ugly
Tired of this potty mouth
Who knows how to shut it up
I should be so lucky
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
It’s nothing but yucky
Why are you so sweet to me
Feels like a lobotomy
And when I give in
I don’t need to worry
Bout touching tropes that are nothing but yucky
Every thought is ugly
Tired of this potty mouth
Who knows how to shut it up
(Oh my God - just this once)
I should be so lucky
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
It’s nothing but yucky
CARNATIONS You've got a pretty intention
Put it there in the flowerpot
With the blooming summer carnations
By September they'll be rotting away
They'll be rotting away
They'll be rotting away
We aim too high and it's not enough
Years go by and we are stuck
Wilting in a jardiniere
Going bad by staying the same
We'll grow just a little bit
But you know we're connected at the stems
Leaves can fall every now and then
But we're not going anywhere
Not going anywhere
just wilting away
Rotting away
Rotting away
Away
Rotting away
We aim too high and it's not enough
Years go by and we are stuck
Wilting in a jardiniere
Going bad by staying the same
Years go by and we are stuck
Wilting in a jardiniere
Going bad by staying the same
CREATIVE INSTRUCTIONS ON BURNING OLD PHOTOGRAPHS (HERE’S TO ALL THE WOMEN)
You can break a CD in your hands
Just be careful where the pieces go
Floppy discs and other photo plates
are either way unreadable
I still have a jar full of receipts
From different parts of the world
The print's almost gone
You say it's a clean slate
but I think they're just old
So here's to all the women in my life
I'm sad for you
And also sorry for myself
I probably won't do much else
Than you've done
Or much more
And I'll be telling someone just like me
Of all the plans I had
Before I'm gone
Like you did before
And then they'll -
One of them wanted to see the plains
and my mother wanted to be the man
I wonder what's the greatest regret
That I will have then
Because I've been so many people
just not the ones I set out to be
And it's getting kinda late
Remembering what could have been
It's too cruel to me
TRENCH COATS
Hey, silent man in a trench coat
Whatcha staring at your Tissot for
Are you lost in this big old city
Or are you planning how to murder me
In this town, this town
This town
In this town, this town
this town
In this town
Everybody is looking around
Their shoulder
Three times in the street
No one's trying to sell you anything
Renowned downtown,
inbound apathy
Renowned downtown,
impounded fantasy
Hey, silent man in a trench coat
Whatcha staring at your Tissot for
Are you lost in this big old city
In this town, this town
This town
In this town, this town
this town
APUNCALYPSO
They told us content kills
A total killer
For chasing clearance thrills
Wear a filter
Only the obsolete survive
The burning of new light
Woes go global
Thoughts are oral
Can't control now
Limited memory and Theory of mind
Close the windows shut the door
Or find a bunker
Things you used to know don't
Matter anymore
Only the obsolete survive
The burning of new light
Woes go global
Thoughts are oral
Can't control now
Limited memory and Theory of mind
Je suis contente que vous me voyiez
Telle que je suis
Que je suis
Only the obsolete survive
Limited memory and Theory of mind
PLAY DEAD
I've been waiting so long and now I'm here
Pills are working fear's gone and bills are paid
All my dreams turned out clean and made it rain
I have more time at hand that I could waste
The only way to win is to play dead
Talk to me like the rain and I
The only way to win is to play dead
Talk to me like the rain and I
The only way to win is to play dead
Talk to me like the rain and I will
It's quite lonely on top but I don't care
Winds are blowing so slow just hardly there
Barely remember the names I've left behind
Find me at ease Mount Blanc above mankind
The only way to win is to play dead
Talk to me like the rain and I
The only way to win is to play dead
Talk to me like the rain and I
The only way to win is to play dead
Talk to me like the rain and I will
That one thing that burns still
I hate to see the evening sun go down
That one thing that burns still
I hate to see the evening sun go down
That one thing that burns still
I hate to see the evening sun go down
SMILE
I'm sorry for your loss
I wish I could attend
I'm looking in the past
To find you once again
I'm sorry about your loss
I'm sorry about your life
You smile
At all other things and laugh out
I'm sorry for your loss
I'm in over my head
I should've had the guts
To fix it all instead
I'm sorry about your loss
I'm sorry about your life
You smile
At all other things and laugh out
They've handed you a lousy deal
But this illusion could reveal
Anything you wanted, anytime.
Distorted fast by memories
I'm looking in your eyes and dear
How can one even begin?
You smile
Smile
MILKING BLOOD You're milking blood
I think it's disgusting
You think you're artsy
You've been milking blood
Don't lie to me baby
How much money you make
From one body how fake
Is your grief and your pain
How much gold
Gold from one grave
Gold from one grave
You're milking blood
You wanna be famous
You think you play just
You've been milking blood
Don't lie to me, baby
Tell me
How much money you make
From one body how fake
Is your grief and your pain
How much gold
Gold from one grave
Gold from one grave
I AM A BOOB I wish I was milder
Wish I could bitch about
Being a slacker
Instead I'm just hyper
Organize your time
I could wear you out
Baby yeah
I can't sleep at night when the sheet's not right
Baby yeah
What a lame thing to say
Judgement day every day
I am a boob
I will not make you hurt
I will not let you down
I will not play guitar
I wish I was calmer
I see death everywhere
Behind the corner
And in the shower by the curtain edge
Tucked behind the hem
Reviewing the
Content of my fridge and my choice of men
Stupid death
Could you just go away
Leave my house and my brain
I am a boob
I will not make you hurt
I will not let you down
I will not play guitar
I WOULDN’T BOTHER I was born a Prodigy
Took all easy
Give in to me
I don't want
What I've got
I want all that you have
I want your kids
I want your tits
And I want your
I wouldn't bother
I thought I was invincible
Everybody
Everybody's got to hit a wall
I used to think I'd have it all
This far
But it's not true
Everything mattered and now I'm not you
I don't want What I've got
I want all that you have
I want your kids
I want your tits
And I want your
They tried to tell me
Actions may cause consequence
But I had few too many
Few too many incidents
Now I have no time
So the only way to take what's mine
Is to take what's yours prince pauper style
MOST AWESOME WEBSITE IN THE WORLD How many PR brains it takes
To write a better song
Call me tell me that my band
Is just all over wrong
It's simply not relatable
This bubble's uninflatable
My budget this
Your budget that
I'm gonna have
A heart attack
Leave me alone
Pay me money and the problem's gone
I'll have it all
The most awesome website in the world
I'll spend it all
On a most awesome website in the world
There's gonna be content galore
And gifs of your choosing
Still the principles of product marketing
Shouldn't really apply to the music industry so
So I'm unwilling to cooperate
Further discuss or take the bait
Of made-up rules
For captive fools
Con men and buffoons
Leave me alone
Pay me money and the problem's gone
I'll have it all
The most awesome website in the world
I'll spend it all
On a most awesome website in the world
GROUNZ (VIDEO VERSION)
Grounds are cold here
Grow on your own, go on your own
Dams are falling
You got to let go, go on your own
There is no cover, leave your
Phone on the shore, go on your own
Release my hand and
Restore yourself in
(There's nothing you need, there's nothing you need)
Release my hand and (Release my hand and)
Restore yourself in
Restore yourself in fear
Do you remember
Driving around in your car and you said
You wanted to give it to me when you're dead
I asked you to stop to go buy cigarettes
That old thing broke
Long ago
And none of us smokes
Release my hand and
Restore yourself in
Release my hand and (Release my hand and)
Restore yourself in
Restore yourself in fear
Oh-oh he's leaving on
The midnight train, we were playing that song
(playing that song)
A few years ago they put it in that show
(playing that song)
And now it's no fun to sing it anymore
(now it's no fun, now it's no fun)
Release my hand and
Restore yourself in
Release my hand and (Release my hand and)
Restore yourself in
Restore yourself in fear
NYE 98-21 I've had a little time on my hands
I've been walking around in my sweats
(Thinking a lot about recent events
Then thinking some more
About what happened before)
But I couldn't remember what we used to talk about
I cannot remember what we used to talk about
I've been to your house,
a number of times
I don't recall
what we used to, used to talk about
Have I ever said these things out loud
Have I ever said these things out loud
I'd take a pill to clean up this mess
Move aside all the things stranded in my head
I cannot remember
The essence is gone
I slowly surrender
Your messages were long
Time deleted them all
And now I can't recall
DUMB You asked me if I thought you were dumb
and I didn't respond - I'm sorry for that now
The thing is I think you are (but in a nice way)
Hold on, I can't hear you through
the noise that you make
Are you in real trouble or is it just a phase
Are you in real trouble or is it just a phase
She wants to hurt her daddy
She wants to hurt her daddy
and now her daddy is you
Thank you for not blocking my number
that would be understandable
I also hate my guts
but here are the naked facts
(and they're kind of ugly)
She has to tell you something
"but not on the phone"
Needs to pour herself
on all the stuff that you own
She needs to pour herself
on all the stuff that you own
She wants to hurt her daddy
She wants to hurt her daddy
and now her daddy is you
You asked me if I thought you were dumb
TELE-ECHO Ask yourself
Why aren't you doing great
Is it the government
Or maybe it's you
This is not a destination prize
You have just enough to get by
not to get away
What a trip could that be
what a shame
What a trip, what a shame
The son of man sends warm advice
You should have left
when you had the chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him
Day by day
Roots grow deeper, you're building
Pretty things with blocks of shit
But now you wanna keep 'em
You can run
But can you leave your ache behind
The son of man sends warm advice
You should have left
when you had the chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him
GROUNZ Grounds are cold here
Grow on your own, go on your own
Dams are falling
You got to let go, go on your own
There is no cover
Leave your phone on the shore, go on your own
Do you remember
driving around in your car and you said
you wanted to give it to me when you're dead
I asked you to stop to go buy cigarettes
That old thing broke (long ago)
And none of us smokes
Release my hand and
Restore yourself in fear
There's nothing you need
Oh-oh he's leaving
on the midnight train, we were playing that song
a few years ago they put it in that show
And now it's no fun to sing it anymore
Release my hand and
Restore yourself in fear
There's nothing you need
There's nothing you need
CREDITS (INSTRUMENTAL)
ANOTHER GO
Running
‘Cause I don't know where to go
I lived here
When I was really small
I can hear the gulls and feel the sand under my feet
Little good is being done as the sun goes down
With the wind
Falling
I'd really like to know
Will my heart
Give it another go
I can still remember all the outbursts
Street lamps set alight
As I was walking home
Through all the summer nights
Give it another go
Give it another go
Give it another go
NOTHING FROM YOU
Thick web hangs over this town
And all the sunbeams got trapped
The local team is on a winning streak
Defenders keep it clean
When they’re not attacked
She sleeps till 12 hundred hours
Writes down all of her dreams
And me
There is nothing I need from you
My only goal is to last
That’s all I wanna do
I drink some leftover coffee
Watching old reruns at night
Another chance for that case to get solved
They’re both completely cold
It serves me right
She sleeps till 12 hundred hours
Writes down all of her dreams
And me
There is nothing I need from you
My only goal is to last
That’s all I wanna do
And me
There is nothing I need from you
My only goal is to last
That’s all I wanna do
MOURNING REVISITED
Such a beautiful morning
Easy being hot in black
All day doing nothing
They judge you just on how you act
So I’m good
I am fine
Setting idle views in line, I am fine
Hearing the void, I don’t step out
I think it’s fine
Such a beautiful morning
Yeah, I don’t think I’ll call you back
Want it all but I pick none
Better keep my form intact
And I am full
I am fine
Hearing the void, I don’t step out
I think it’s fine
Just hearing the void and not stepping out is safe
I’ll be alright
Just hearing the void and not stepping out is safe
I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright
I’ll be alright
COATS
Like a distant calling rivers turning to stone
On a cold New Year’s morning we are all alone
In the frozen waters your unsettled face
How many dollars would you bet on this race
This time I’m leaving
I’m not singing along
If only I had words to fill out this form
This time I’m
If only I
All the roads we’ve known are gone
No more coats and no more home
All the roads we’ve known are gone
Like a distant calling rivers turning to stone
On a cold New Year’s morning we are all alone
This time I’m leaving
I’m not singing along
If only I had words to fill out this form
This time I’m
If only I
All the roads we’ve known are gone
No more coats and
no more home
All the roads we’ve known are gone
This time I’m
If only I
DESPERATE DISCO
Ring me up I know it’s time
For me to deal with broken charm
You try to cast over me
What kind of bitch you want me to be
Ring me up
Ring me up I know it’s time
For me to deal with broken charm
You try to cast over me
What kind of bitch you want me to be
I don’t give a fuck about your
Plans the different ways you’re gonna
Shine project your self out of my
Space it’s personal blah blah blah
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough
I’ve had
NO NEED TO DIE
Tide passing by, hold on tight,
there’s no need to die
Burning alive, no more time,
find a place to hide
I like to stand and stare,
let in some air and do nothing
It’s ok to wait through the day,
it will happen anyway
You are a piece of my broken spine
I’m barely alive
I’m barely alive
but I can confide in you
I really wish I could tell you
it’s not all that bad
Bunch of excuses thrown
on the floor from the night we had
In the morning light even more
crumbled and somewhat bleak
Let us just pick it all up
and make up some sleep
I really wish I could tell
you it’s not all that bad
You are a piece of my broken spine
I’m barely alive
I’m barely alive
but I can confide in
you
are a piece of my broken spine
I’m barely alive
I’m barely alive
DON’T STOP (JAZXING REMIX)
DON’T STOP
Don’t stop till you drop
Give me a break or faith
Constant energy
Giving me pain, no aim
Where does it say
Where does it say
Go on like this
I’ll never miss a chance to be
I haven’t seen the world too much
How long, keep on
Running around in shapes and still
I haven’t seen the world too much
Forward moving up
Give me a rope or hope
Grow out to the ground
I do what I want, or not
Where does it say
Where does it say
Go on like this
I’ll never miss a chance to be
I haven’t seen the world too much
How long, keep on
Running around in shapes and still
I haven’t seen the world too much
SCRATCH AND DEPLOY
I miss my girl
But i’m too drunk to call
Delirious
I didn’t sleep at all
I see spiders
Crawling down the wall
Oh how i hate to be
someone i hate to be
Poor old me
I whine all day
Staring at the floor
I heard the bell once
Couldn’t move at all
I watch my phone
But I also watch the door
Oh how i hate to be
someone i hate to be
Poor old me
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Oh how i hate to be
someone i hate to be
Poor old me
I miss my girl
SKUNKS
God how it sucks to be working class full-time, half living wage
Spilling your guts in some bullshit job, you got a kid and bills to pay
And a cat and a dog or a fish or whatever, 'cause everyone needs some love after a long long day
Find the time to invest, to unstress, ain’t it funny, for what is the point it’s Monopoly money
I’m growing old, I’m growing tired, price of gas keeps growing higher
Hands are shaking, heart is too, give it time to heal
The night is hollow and getting cold
Let's pull out claws, find a den and crawl
Crawl inside to feel some guilt together for not being strong enough to make it seem better
Crawl inside to feel some guilt together for not being strong enough to make it seem better
Hands are shaking, heart is too, give it time to heal
Hands are shaking, heart is too, give it time to heal
NO DRAMA, NO DISCO
Clear skies - no disco, no drama
No intentions, expectations, no tomorrow
Ride or die, but not tonight
Blind bet, I’d never drive us too far
To feed one wolf and let the other one starve
Words do harm to what we are
How hesitation
Somewhat escalated
I don’t even know anymore
But I kinda went big
Now I guess I should go home
I’m leaving by the back door
Kinda went big
Now I guess I should go home
Leaving by the back door
Clear skies - no disco, no drama
No intentions for a no tomorrow
Ride or die, not tonight
How hesitation
Somewhat escalated
I don’t even know anymore
I kinda went big
So I guess I should go home
Leaving by the back door
Kinda went big
Now I guess I should go home
Leaving by the back door
ANOTHER GO
Running
‘Cause I don't know where to go
I've lived here
When I was really small
I can hear the gulls and feel the sand under my feet
Little good is being done as the sun goes down with the wind
Falling
I'd really like to know
Will my heart
Give it another go
I can still remember all the outbursts
Street lamps set alight
As I was walking home
Through all the summer nights
Give it another go
Give it another go
Give it another go
INTO DUST Songwriters: Hope Sandoval / David Roback
Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around broken in two
Till your eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
Till my hand shook
With the way I fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you
Breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
ERIKA
3rd Avenue jetlag
I don’t want to meet anyone or see anything
I should do something fun I think
Instead I’m cruising through different pharmacies
Trying out creams
Looking at magazines
I could do this forever
It’s pointless
I’m restless
I’m dead
Whatever
I really felt the that the only way for me to sleep is if I was holding onto something
I think about the girl
First woman on mars, what’s her name
The one that’s being trained
For no dependency
Full-time heart vacancy
Full-time heart vacancy
Full vacancy
Full-time heart vacancy
I really felt the that the only way for me to sleep is if I was holding onto something
(I really feel the only way for me to sleep is holding onto something)
YUCKY
CARNATIONS
CREATIVE INSTRUCTIONS ON BURNING OLD PHOTOGRAPHS (HERE’S TO ALL THE WOMEN)
TRENCH COATS
APUNCALYPSO
PLAY DEAD
SMILE
MILKING BLOOD
I AM A BOOB
I WOULDN’T BOTHER
MOST AWESOME WEBSITE IN THE WORLD
GROUNZ (VIDEO VERSION)
NYE 98-21
DUMB
TELE-ECHO
GROUNZ
CREDITS (INSTRUMENTAL)
ANOTHER GO
NOTHING FROM YOU
MOURNING REVISITED
COATS
DESPERATE DISCO
NO NEED TO DIE
DON’T STOP (JAZXING REMIX)
DON’T STOP
SCRATCH AND DEPLOY
SKUNKS
NO DRAMA, NO DISCO
ANOTHER GO
INTO DUST
ERIKA
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Alfah Femmes is a DIY sextet from the California of Central Europe – Tricity, Poland, led tirelessly by a Polish-American frontwoman who left her acting career in New York City to return to her second, melancholic homeland, one filled with potential yet marked by eternal uncertainty.
In 2020, the band built a life-sized purple house for their vinyl LP debut album cover.
In 2021, they released a cassette tape EP.
In 2022, they played festivals, including Reeperbahn in Germany and Budapest Showcase Hub in Hungary.
In 2023, they were shortlisted for SXSW and almost broke up.
In 2024, having learned nothing from their past mistakes, they recorded a sophomore
album, which they decided to release on an NFC mini CD in 2025.
Alfah Femmes to starofalowo-postcringe’owy, gitarowo-saksofonowy zespół z najatrakcyjniejszego punktu smutnej mapy Europy Centralnej – Trójmiasta, niestrudzenie prowadzony przez liderkę, która porzuciła karierę aktorską w USA na rzecz powrotu do kipiącej potencjałem, choć skazanej na wieczną niepewność ojczyzny.
W 2020 roku, na potrzeby okładki debiutanckiego winyla, zbudowali naturalnej wielkości fioletowy pokój.
W 2021 roku wydali kasetową EPkę.
W 2022 roku grali na festiwalach w Europie Środkowej, w tym na Reeperbahn w Niemczech i węgierskim Budapest Showcase Hub.
W 2023 roku znaleźli się na shortliście SXSW (jak wielu innych, którzy uciułali 50 dolarów na zgłoszenie) i prawie się rozpadli.
W 2024 roku, nie wyciągnąwszy wniosków z wcześniejszych błędów, nagrali drugi album, który w 2025 roku postanowili wydać na mini CD niczym gwiazdy k-pop.
Depending on the mood and circumstances, they perform as a quintet, sextet, septet, octet, buffet, or internet, composed randomly of the persons listed below:
ZOFIA BARTOS started out on the East Coast, ended up in the Eastern Bloc—misunderstood in both places. A mocking, clownish figure—outspoken, no less.
W zależności od nastroju i okoliczności grają jako kwintet, sekstet, septet, oktoptet, bufet lub internet, w skład którego wchodzą osoby spośród wymienionych poniżej:
ZOFIA BARTOŚ zaczynała na Wschodnim Wybrzeżu, skończyła we Wschodnim Bloku. Nierozumiana tam i tu osoba kpiarska i błaznowata, posiadająca opinie.
PEP BARTOS, a polite and widely liked polyglot, who plays with anyone who invites him (including Daniel Hertzov & Crew, Marek Gałązka & His Team, Fruitcakes and The Fruitcakes, Tomek Ziętek & Mùlk). He knows the dialogues from Space Jam by heart and, whatever it is, he’s got a lot of it.
PEP BARTOŚ, powszechnie lubiany, uprzejmy poliglota. Gra z każdym, kto zaprosił (m.in.: Daniel Hertzov & Crew, Marek Gałązka & His Team, Fruitcakes and The Fruitcakes, Tomek Ziętek & Mùlk). Zna na pamięć dialogi z Kosmicznego Meczu i ma czegoś dużo.
JAKUB ZWOLAN , panterian enthusiast turned Dylanian convert, yet still an ardent lyrical denier. His initiation unfolded in Hamburg – where he practiced raw and honest busking for countless years – at Reeperbahn Festival 2022.
JAKUB ZWOLAN , niegdyś panteryjny entuzjasta, dziś dylanowski konwertyta, choć wciąż liryczny denialista. Rytuał inicjacji przeszedł w Hamburgu – gdzie przez wiele lat uprawiał uczciwy i znojny busking – na Reeperbahn Festival 2022.
MICHAL WANDZILAK, an intellectual, composer, enfant terrible of polish pianism. Founder of such bands as: Zgniłość, Julia i Nieprzyjemni, Najprzyjemniejsi, Walenie.A key player for Świetliki with a clothing kink for skeletal and funeral motifs.
MICHAŁ WANDZILAK, intelektualista, kompozytor, enfant terrible polskiej pianistyki. Założyciel grup muzycznych: Zgniłość, Julia i Nieprzyjemni, Najprzyjemniejsi, Walenie. Klawiszowiec zespołu Świetliki z odzieżowym kinkiem na motywy trupie, funeralne.
TOMASZ KOPER, drummer, sold everything but his soul and started playing jazz with bands like Sekstans, Bitonale, Mikoryza, Zgniłość, Jan Heweliusz, and Ńoko. When the winds of change blow, he heads for Ustka, by the Polish shore.
TOMASZ KOPER perkusista, sprzedał wszystko oprócz duszy i zaczął grać jazz z takimi składami jak: Sekstans, Bitonale, Mikoryza, Zgniłość, Jan Heweliusz, Ńoko. Gdy wieje wiatr zmian, wyjeżdża do Ustki.
MICHAL JAN CIESIELSKI, saxophone player, composer, producer. Hopeless coffee lover and occasional programmer. Can render objects in 3D and hold his breath for 2 minutes.
MICHAŁ JAN CIESIELSKI, saksofonista, kompozytor, producent. Niepoprawny kawosz i okazjonalny programista. Potrafi renderować obiekty w trójwymiarze i wstrzymać oddech przez 2 minuty.
No photos this time, just a little film, courtesy of Marcin Kaproń DP who somehow managed to stick with us from sunrise to sunrise on the day of our first The New Colossus Festival show, witnessing awkwardness and enduring our nonsense with saintly patience. We had a blast, and that’s ours to keep forever <3. If you want to see the music video for our still-warm song ‘Yucky,’ it’s up on that once-revolutionary, now mostly garbage platform, flooded with TikTok shorts. You know the one.
The trip was funded by the City of Gdansk as part of the Cultural Mobility Fund Scholarship, and the Ministry of Culture and National Heritage of the Republic of Poland, as part of the Polish Culture Around the World program, coordinated by the Adam Mickiewicz Institute.
Zamiast foteczek – prezentacja ruchomych obrazów zarejestrowanych przez Marcina Kapronia, który od świtu do zmierzchu do świtu towarzyszył nam w dniu naszego pierwszego koncertu na The New Colossus Festival, obserwował naszą ujmującą pokraczność i z wyrozumiałością słuchał naszego pierdolenia. Mieliśmy wspaniały czas, żodyn nam tego nie zabierze. Teleleledysk do wciąż przecież świeżej piosenki pt. „Yucky” można obejrzeć w przodującym serwisie umożliwiającym ocenianie i komentowanie, który kiedyś był rewolucyjny, a dzisiaj jest gównem zalanym przez tiktokowe shorty 🙂
Wycieczka była zrealizowana ze środków Miasta Gdańska w ramach Stypendium Kulturalnego Fundusz Mobilności, oraz przez Instytut Adama Mickiewicza w ramach programu Kultura Polska na Świecie.
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