Well, there is an old adage saying that every Czech is an musician (“co Čech, to muzikant”).
I can not imagine a better start than some old-fashioned music about beer:
Czech:
Slovak:
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Some efforts from the nineties to create a more internationally looking music:
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How Covid influenced music around here ?
Young neo-marxists:
(you could translate the name of the song like “put on your face mask”)
On the other hand, kind of different it got with the old guard and punk rock guys:
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I just found this last night. Luv it.
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Thanks mate, I looked into and actually this one is from former Yugoslavia (but it is a nice one, nevertheless).
But how could I make it so far without the national anthem ?
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And this one is more and more actual these days…we need to draw strength from our history:
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Tata Bojs - original clips, funny lyrics.
What happen when Czech have an important dancing contest with France ?
Even older people can use an internet to have a date…
(music video starts at 2:22)
According to musicians, Mexico is a place to go !
There was kind of romantic relationship towards U.S. in the 90’s…
But it seems to be a forgotten history now:
(the name of the song “I am not from USA”)
It’s fascinating how music – all over the world – has been used to influence culture or push propaganda. It’s not just in America!
Stealing music is common around here, well, at least since the commies era.
But these are some better ones, according to me:
It’s Polka Time in Texas!
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You slowly open your eyes
You’re touching a new day
Only darkness revolves around you
How would you like to see through the window
He would like to see the sky again
The ceiling of your cell is not enough
It’s over tomorrow, it gives a shiver
Because the earth rotates
Broken in a rat hole, you await death as if you were a thief
Only the one who fears the truth will not stand before God
And so the world lost a man again
Who walked proudly towards death
He knew no one would help
Just because he had something to tell us
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Some music from TV series from the 80s.
Version Karel Gott singing (rest in peace…)
It seems, that in the war with the Ottoman Empire, we did not very well (“those who could still run immediately returned to the tavern”):
We will leave it to the Cossacks next time:
Some powerful female voices:
Some more romantic songs:
2 X Daniel Landa
Behind the walls of Acre, a world is dying fast & the last of the last!
He does not turn his eyes to God’s law now, sin has long been the ruler.
Only the blade in the blood of fallen crescent moons, calling here for justice.
Bell tolls for Militia Christi & Templars.
Militia christi & last view of Acre
Militia Christi -
The sword and the cross, the body is one.
Militia Christi -
Amen.
Behold their old land! Cold and agitated, she does not welcome anyone.
The wind laughs at everyone, like a longing woman nailed to a cross!
The pride of the crusader, the same as the pride of the king, skims the surface.
Attracts crows. this one perfectly smells the carcass.
Militia christi & red cross come alive.
Militia Christi -
Where is cozy France?
Militia Christi-
The king himself envies them.
Militia Christi -
Amen.
Lament does not reach the chair of Peter.
The deaf is the Savior.
The flame on the candle runs as if passed away
There is an enemy from the Father.
Crowds of heretics are observed by the townspeople.
A higher status has also arrived.
The wreckage is from the knights. Some are stoned
Then when the crowd joined.
Militia christi & at the end of the road a grate.
Militia Christi -
Last view of Paris.
Militia Christi -
The borders were burning.
Militia Christi -
Amen.
Bastille
Love is a disease and truth a burden
The idea is a mask behind which something disappears,
Words are ammunition for the mouth of large caliber,
Money, religion - both the way and the destination.
A heart of lead, hands of dirt,
noodles made of gold will pay all guilt
On the way up the ladder to heaven,
It’s good to kick down and smile upwards.
Ref.: The Bastille falls with the heads of kings,
A new order will emerge from the chaos.
The rabble is having fun and unknowingly,
begins to build another jail.
God died silently on the first day of the war,
Only the shamans are left, and they know how to do it,
The highest art - creating a cow from the crowd,
And it feeds on gestures and milks power and glory.
“We are all brothers - long live freedom”
- Just one question - how much for whom?
“We are all brothers, long live freedom”
Citizen moment - what about you me - what about me about you?
Ref.: The Bastille falls with the heads of kings,
A new order will emerge from the chaos.
The rabble is having fun and unknowingly,
begins to build another jail.
Born in a cage, in a cage we will die,
And we carry the cage of all cages in our heads.
Supreme Justice - the sad lord of the clock,
We all rise from the dust
We’ll be equal there again…
Ref.: The Bastille falls with the heads of kings,
A new order will emerge from the chaos.
The rabble is having fun and unknowingly,
begins to build another jail.
For motorcycle enthusiasts:
Motorcycle for village boy:
From slovak band Horkýže Slíže:
