Bora

It must be the years: I feel ever so tired. During one of the gay pride protests in Zagreb, one of participants was carrying a placard saying: "I'm sick of explaining". It's not just that you have to explain culture to economists, I tell you - most people, including me, are incorrigible. Ancient Greeks wondered why "those that engender seeds in the soul" do not opt for those old and ugly souls but supple boys instead. It's because the old are incorrigible. The young promise little.
Since I already started quoting Bora from Riblja Corba, it's time for another one of his catchy tunes, from his early phase - understandably, since he later went the national chauvinist way, as most around here. Just about the most laughable ones are the "converts": for example, Mr Bilandzic in Croatia went from a devout Communist to a devout Tudjman adherent. Anyway:

What beauty to be dumb
O, how beautiful to be dumb
The mob just might get on your nerve
Why not swallow what they serve
How beautiful it is to be dumb
..
Don't do politics
Sleep, work, quiet!, eat
And trust nobody
Sleep, rise, up, sit
..

What beauty to be dumb

O, how beautiful to be dumb

Forget the head, chew the hay

you're dumb, what's right wrong becomes one day

How beautiful it is to be dumb