And a very friendly, but she was a dreamer With hopes for a better chance of resurrection In a slightly
better place Bon voyage, felicidades, in my face! Burn your books and drink your tears I've held my
tongue for years and years She speaks to the Holy Ghost Боже, спаси царя! As we laugh and we cry
as we hold our hands.
It's so good to be here on a Friday night. I've never been to Bloomington before, so I'm very excited
to play for you all. Thank you, thank you for having us. Lotus, 33 years. Me and Lotus share one thing,
we have been alive for 33 years. So we got that going for us, all right.
Thank you so much, everyone. By the way, there's like a lot of room in front of us. Should the spirit
move you? Or the beat? Or Bucky's hat? You know, any of those and all of those things. Please, please,
I would love to see you on the dance floor. Anybody here speaks Russian? Wow.
Okay, I thought I'm gonna get away with making a bunch of mistakes in my own lyrics tonight. Maybe not.
Maybe not. Just kidding. You don't know the lyrics anyway. I can make all the mistakes. Anyway, the
song that we just played is called Zhenshina and it means woman. And it's my homage to all the women
in the world who want to be what they want to be and not what somebody else wants them to be.
It's 2026 and I can't believe that I have to sing about this. Okay, we're going to play some new songs
for you now, okay? All right. These ones are going to be from our newest album that we just released
yesterday, Bucky Wenko and the Legend of Baba Yaga.
the bottleneck saloon. He awoke the sleeping cowboys with the whippin' spurs and shotgun hits it. Tell
me how it feels when I'm cutting you. You can burn that mother down. You can stand as tight as the ground.
You can lock up all the ashes. You can swallow every pea tooth from me. Come Wednesday, I awoke inside
a basket in a casket in the bottom of a Finnegan's Lagoon.
Crippin' my way, I inhaled my breath till Thursday And the lane love pulled me up when rent was due
A cactus from some bandits who had seen me with a girl from Monterey
Oh,
your chords on stage and when you have this much energy and you wanna dance, sometimes you unplug shit
with your foot. It happens, I've done it before. Where's the sound? Oh, I did that. You good? It's very
quiet. We're gonna get it one of these days. Anyway, let me tell you something about Baba Yaga. Baba Yaga,
Who's familiar with who the hell is she? Wow, a lot of you guys are very cultured. Is this because there's
like a lot of education in this city? Yeah. Okay. Very good. All right. Okay. So Baba Yaga is a forest
witch. She lives in Taiga in a hut that stands on chicken feet. And if you wander upon her premises,
There's no telling what may happen. She may make you a bowl of soup or you may end up in her soup. Yeah?
Good? Do we have any guitar? Nothing's come through.
All you need is a good woman. You're gonna need to raise my pay after today. Well, speaking about fees,
Fugudugu is brought to you by Baba Yaga's carbonated pickle juice. Are you tired of drinking pigeon
piss? Are you tired of drinking artichoke water? Are you tired of sucking from a twisty straw in the
bottom of the subway?
I know I am. That's why I used Baba Jaga's carbonated pickle juice. Fast, effective, relieving.
from the old hamlet with a heart that was all blackened by a life of isolation and of grief. But she
lived it till her tail when she skipped a ton on bail and she built a house that walked on chicken feet.
I came upon a clearing with the sunset quickly nearing with my only motivation to survive. Perched and
ready for the kill place and sealed up on that hill my dear bubba yaga waited deep inside.
Pretend I never saw you And one day we'll see the forest through the trees With the light inside your
cabin Just a little bit of stabbing Do you feel the claws you're trimming? Yes, indeed I opened up her
door and I stepped into her floor And she sliced and diced and turned me into meat Then she gathered
up my bones And she said she was in love with me When I felt a benting bone in cheek to cheek
I'm made out of pistol and disease. I'll come trim my lazy fair me. You'll find some comfort there when
you'll be walking on your hands and on your knees. If you were my puppy, I could just pretend I never
saw you. And one day we'll see the forest through the trees. With a light inside your cabin, just a
healthy bit of stabbing till your filthy claws keep tripping, yes indeed.
She inhaled the swampy marsh and points her fingers to the studs and says the curse will be enacted
when you leave. And if you stay at my abode, I'll eat my dinner all alone with your heart and soul and
a cup of Canteen. Very well, my Papayaka, just pretend I never saw you and one day we'll see the forest
through the trees. With the light inside your cabin, just a healthy bit of stabbing through your filthy,
glossy trimming.
you
Thank you so much. So unfortunately, there's like a lot of shitty people in this world.
And you guys are fucking awesome. But there's a lot of really shitty people in the world. And some of
them are like presidents, you know? We don't love them. We don't love dictators in this room, right?
Boo, motherfuckers. Go, yeah. Anyway, I would like to dedicate the song to all those motherfuckers out
there. Okay, so I will buy myself a snake. Or maybe, maybe even a turtle. And you.
I don't love. So go fuck yourself.
Yeah!
Vladimir Putin.
Okay, everyone. Time to get singing. I'm gonna teach you how to sing in Russian. Those who didn't speak
Russian, now you will. Okay, repeat after me. What the hell does that mean? What in the same hell is
she saying?
Sorry, it's a virus. I got this back in college. The southern bug bit me. Anyway, it means, it means,
but you're a girl. That's a phrase a lot of Eastern European girls hear growing up. It's really fun
to hear. Like, why do you act like a tomboy? I heard that a lot growing up. So I'm gonna sing about
it. And when it's time,
I need you guys to be my choir, okay? I've always wanted a choir. Now, depending on how you do, I may
take you home with me after, okay? Okay, very good, okay. One, two, one, two, three. When I was a kid,
my mom knew we couldn't win.
Looking for my cleavage
never mind my skill sit down little darling you can't avoid the drill didn't mama teach you how to do
the chore get on on your knees and try to smile more
searching for fulfillment is losing the game by giving birth to children with your husband's name as
long as you are quiet and obey your man he will keep you happy
Thank you so much. We are Fugudugu. We are so happy to be at Lotus Festival. We got a couple more songs
for you. Is that all right? Fuck yes. Okay, speaking my language. We played at a festival in Chicago
recently and the Chicago Sun Times reporter wrote that attending our show was like going to an Eastern
European wedding
and also the front lines of a revolt. And I just want to say I've never felt more seen in my life.
Go ahead. And it's a world music festival where people around the world get together and they listen
to one another. Don't you want to keep on having that?
in a room in a dame. Dread sticks in the darkness, pools of blood on the stage. Ballerinas and high
wire rings of fire and rage. Belly likers and tambourines and souls to be saved. Comrades dying from
exposure, coming in from the cold. Feel the warmth of the scandal, never do what you're told. Any minute
now the enemy will break down the wall. Do you think they like dancing and drinking alcohol? You should
be damned!
The lies that checked into the Cecil Hotel The pipes in the ceiling cracked and rusted to hell A trip
in the story an adventure to be told Bring your scarf and your hat
For a swim to glow on the skyline silhouette on her skin. The ghost of the angel whispered in her left
ear, you should be out there dancing. What the fuck you doing here? You should be dancing. Once the
deal I meant to stall.
with his blood, sweat, and tears digging holes in the ground. In a minute, now the enemy will break
down the wall. When they see us all dancing, we'll be locked. Unfortunately, you should be dancing.
Where's your dealer, Manchester Hall? Comrade Glad had a plan as he crossed the front lines with his
red-bellied shoes and his mates terrified. He lifted up his boombox and he
Dancing by the beach, it's late night, you should be dancing.
Dancing. You should be dancing. Dancing.
Thank you so much, everybody. This song and many others are to be found on our newest album, Bakiwenko
and the Legend of Baba Yaga.
I don't know why I just did this voice. It felt right. You good? Go ahead. Did you know, scientifically
speaking, everybody in this room has their very own spirit animal? No way. It's true. Now, dig deep
inside and think about your spirit animal, and I want you to say it out loud on the count of three.
One, two, three.
Holy shit, that's my spirit animal too. But you can make the sound of your spirit animal in the beginning
of this song, or for the rest of your life for that matter. My name is Bucky Wanko, or at least I stole
his name. I traveled all the world
caravan and train I've seen the painted hills and rode the cold forgotten plains You can call me Bucky
Wanko cause at least I stole his name My childhood was rough and you could say it got to me hard
A mother died, a dysentery family lived off lard. It's not as idly sleeping, I smell death decay and
star. So I think you might have kindly to pitch a tent in your backyard.
from New Orleans left his sixth string on the train. And I'm not sure how it happened but it ended in
my hand. I play the archtop goddess by the fireside each night while folks have come for miles for to
drink and dance and fight.
born on a freight train.
Thank you all for coming out here to St. Peter's Watering Whole World Music Fest in Bulletin, Indiana.
It's been a pleasure playing for you, and it's my distinguished honor to introduce to you the band,
starting with, on drums, Badger Murphy.
In another corner, the exiled king of Kazmukhistan, Spider Wilson on bass. And from the foothills of
Moldova, not Moldovia, Madame Broskin on violin.
for me, Will. I guess you could just call me Bucky motherfuckin' Wanko.
I don't know, I don't know. There may be no meaning to this. We don't know. One more song. When you
wake up in the morning You hear the work bell ring
March you to the table You'll hear the same old thing Ain't no food up on the table Ain't no pork up
in the pan But you better not complain, boys You'll get in trouble with the man Let the midnight
Let the midnight special shine a light on me. Let the midnight special shine a light on me. Let the
midnight special shine a light on me. Yonder come Miss Rosie. How the hell did you know
you
Very passionate, very burning and beautiful How I love you, how I'm afraid of you I know I saw you,
I'm not a good time Come to me, I like you Kiss me and you won't poison me