Cales was an ancient city of Campania, in today's comune of Calvi Risorta in southern Italy, belonging originally to the Aurunci/Ausoni, on the Via Latina.
The Romans captured it in 335 BC and established a colony with Latin rights of 2,500 citizens. Cales was initially the centre of the Roman dominion in Campania. To the period after 335 belong numerous silver and bronze coins with the inscription Caleno. It was an important base in the war against Hannibal, and at last refused further contributions for the war. Before 184 BC more settlers were sent there. After the Social War it became a municipium. The fertility of its territory and its manufacture of black glazed pottery, which was even exported to Etruria, made it prosperous. At the end of the 3rd century BC it appears as a colony, and in the 5th century (AD) it became an episcopal see, which (jointly with Tano since 1818) it still is, though it is now a mere village. The cathedral, of the 12th century, has a carved portal and three apses decorated with small arches and pilasters, and contains a fine pulpit and episcopal throne in marble mosaic. Near it are two grottos, which have been used for Christian worship and contain frescoes of the 10th and 11th centuries. Inscriptions name six gates of the town: and there are considerable remains of antiquity, especially of an amphitheatre and theatre, of a supposed temple, and other edifices.
Calès (Occitan: Calés) is a commune in the Dordogne department in Aquitaine in southwestern France.
I'm watching your grudging look
With a dead pan expression on my face
And inside Im laughing
With the voice of the Devil
You're just another hypocrite
In this herd of lesser people
Indulging in perfidy
You life flows too unruffled for you to be different
You had everything you wanted
You have no idea how some things work
You've never taken anything in your own hands
Without the help of your wealthy parents
Just your double talk for playful girlies
Who spread their legs for anyone
Don't even think you can win me over like that
Your woman just won't stop following me around
But all she can do is suck my dick
You and the bunch of faggots dressed to kill
All the crap you pay so much attention to
Makes no sense to me
All the bullshit that comes out of mouth
I can't stand
I see what's inside your heads
And I'll get rid of your malicious thoughts
In no time with the deadly sound of my guitar
The only thing you can hear from me
Is one loud low pitched