T. Hakola- words/music, guitars, bass, piano, harmonica... <br />violin: Bénédicte Villain, drums: Zoé Hochberg <br />video artwork: Frida Faudot <br />contact/info: http://theohakola.com <br /><br />THE CHESS SONG <br /><br />The mistral blows... <br />like a bad fight in a bad dream <br />in a bad night in a bad scene <br />in a bad show on a sad screen <br />in the echo of a mad scream <br />while Boo Boo... Boo Boo advances her queen <br /><br />She loves her queen, but goes down on her knights <br />Will even sleep with a bishop if she likes his looks <br />Fighting for her king, smiting any pawn that bites <br />she’ll coddle her corners frying prawns for her rooks <br />She’ll drill you with blacks or kill you with whites <br />with little to-do, old Boo Boo... will punch out your lights <br /><br />The mistral blows and blows... <br />like a bomb the south to cleanse <br />a vicious means to purified ends <br />like the scolding voices of balding boyfriends <br />like a million choices and fashion trends <br />like a bad fight in a bad dream <br />in a bad night in a bad scene <br />in a bad show on a sad screen <br />or a torpedo homing in on a submarine <br />while Boo Boo surveys the board, unsheathes her sword, <br />and advances her queen <br /><br />She loves her queen, but it’s victory her thing <br />and she’ll gambit her dame to get to your king <br />Fingers tipped with knives and daggers in her eyes <br />She’ll mow down your guys and watch you agonize <br />She’s a mean machine dancing over the squares <br />to catch you prancing in your worst unawares <br />Yeah, Boo Boo knows chess, will your queen decapitate <br />and with lethal address, Boo Boo will your king checkmate <br /><br />The mistral blows and blows and blows... <br />like Sami snow, like ice floe prose <br />God huffing His puff, putting us in our place <br />strutting his stuff o’er the whole human race <br />like a bad fight in a bad dream <br />in a bad night in a bad scene <br />in a bad show on a sad screen <br />like a dying banjo down to one string <br />while Boo Boo runs your knight through, <br />and impales a bishop or two <br />killing your crew, kilning piece after piece, <br />she cooks every last one of your star-crossed geese <br />sculpting you blue and skinning you green... Boo Boo advances her queen <br />like a torpedo eye on a submarine, Boo lets fly her queen
