15 September
minne johtaa tämä tie punaisilla kivillä
päallystetty? haluaisin seurata sitä, mutta
perkele ajaisi minua takaa. poistaisin
väliltämme kiilan. mutta jälkeen jokaisen väärän
liikkeen, se sinne jää. ystävani ovat poissa,
ovat pysyvät lukossa. ei ole elämää, sillä puuni
on hedelmätön, puuni on hedelmaton. i am
satan, the ultimate evil. the bullet that hit the
pope, the congolese bongo player. the wistle in
Your ear i am the bringer of darkness, the
killing joker, the gay child abuser. i watch you
Through the crack in the ceiling. i am the
worried parents' enemy no 1. 1 dismantle your
expensive ugliness. i terrorize your
neighbourhood. i'm your daughter's idol. i wear
snakeskin jackets. i piss on your graves, i
speak obscenities in reverse, so you better ban
this record.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto) 
26 Now
I'm twenty-six now and want to fuck a forty-
year-old. i don't care what the People say i care
for that woman. i don't want no village voice
that's breathing down my neck. hey you my
friends, those who try to understand, those who
can't. let's have a drink like we had before and
if you don't want to you can still shut the door. i
said i'm sorry for being such a complete
asshole. she accepted the apology and by
doing that the soundness of my thesis. why do
we keep on doing this? how many times did i
swear it would be the last time, when i saw that
terrified face in front of me and in the mirror
was mine? but i keep on swearing; why take
the easy way out?
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
6670-399
hey operator, this sheet of paper
won't you dial these figures for me
I feel sick a swollen click a broken arm and
rhino charm
It's quite urgent she's still a virgin
guilt feelings are about to appear
somewhere else I hear swiss cowbells
bang belgian steel and watch Canadian deer
Come on baby, come an now we'll keep in touch till the fuses blow
I'm poor but you can taste my rich flavour
I wanna run and scream for show
Oui Marie c'est Valerie, j'ai jete les yeux sur
elle to sais ?
J'avais 15 ans pas d'experience
beim erstmal tut's immer weh
Je veux to dire de ne pas rite
quand le grand Maurice se fache
Prends du lucre prends du lait et espere
qu'il se tait
1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers) 
Al Borde (de un ataque nervios)
hey operator, this sheet of paper
won't you dial these figures for me
I feel sick a swollen click a broken arm and
rhino charm
It's quite urgent she's still a virgin
guilt feelings are about to appear
somewhere else I hear swiss cowbells
bang belgian steel and watch Canadian deer
Come on baby, come an now we'll keep in touch till the fuses blow
I'm poor but you can taste my rich flavour
I wanna run and scream for show
Oui Marie c'est Valerie, j'ai jete les yeux sur
elle to sais ?
J'avais 15 ans pas d'experience
beim erstmal tut's immer weh
Je veux to dire de ne pas rite
quand le grand Maurice se fache
Prends du lucre prends du lait et espere
qu'il se tait
even though she pretends
she doesn't really want to hear it
about the trouble i am in
i hear her cry for help
and then when help arrives
she looks up and says hey i'm allright
she says i have three
is that admiratio or malicious pleasure
believe me, we only share the misery
i wish she'd take that blissful smile off her face
al borde and i drag you out again
thank you thank you, here is all i got
but nothing in particular, huh do you care?
you too find a body double, there is the joy of
freedom
here the thrill of the hidden, in between the
suffering
I'll hate and kiss the one that reveals the hidden
message
stop putting your energy in praying to a god
while the world is collapsing around you
blah blah don't be such a bore
you talk too much, much too young
empty human containers around you so you
can excel
come here and excel with me
transmit experience, experiment
no ties, but tentacles of passion and curiosity
the horror of lies and like eating raw swordfish
sooner or later something will be hard to digest
kicking it off only yesterday, today is the return
of the era of grief, you hurt me more than you
do me good
and you blame me for pushing you in deeper
than before
kicking it off, kicking it off while you're al horde
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To) 
All Dressed Down and No Place to Stay
i spent the best days of my life doing nothing he
told his future wife. now i'm going to do
something that'll bore me soon and make me
grab the spoon again, again and again. it's
good to feel high except when you're down. he
told the circus clown. it sounds awfully silly but
never try to prove the opposite. i can't say i'm
too sorry now you're dead, dad, he told the
tombstone of lead, weighing on his father's
chest while the worms started the process of
reincarnation.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Amazing
seen jimmy star muscle with ronda and pam on
the beach
hi, pam, how's the famine in africa and nuclear
tests in the pacific? Oooh!
they're fine, jimmy, like your tan!
now jimmy star is into amateur philosophy
talking to the girls about his hobby once, pam
all of a sudden asked to show her being
interested:
isn't kriekegaert this one belgian cherry beer
everyone makes mistakes
now, the funny thing about this story is that
neither pam nor ronda are blonde or have
silicone tits, waaw, isn't that amazing?
i'm gonna take daddy's car, drive up north
steal a gun, rob a bank, hear them scream for
vengeance
i'll go to the airport, kill an hour or two
buy the morning paper and fly to paradise
island
find me a hotel, drop a shit, have some
breakfast
and live happily ever after
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Billy's Story
hey you all my friends, this is billy's story again
billy met a girl to his taste, billy married nuclear
waste
like bobby brown, her teeth so shiny
all the guys want to kiss her hiny
billy is a travelling man
he loads wife and dogs in his van
brings them to the trailer park
waves goodbye to mum amd brother mark
walks fearlessly through the woods
carries a knife in his rubber boots
our hero has fire in his veins
he's all sex, muscles and brains
at work he carries a gun
billy's ma is proud of her sun
peeling potatoes in her ac/dc t-shirt
she prays her son won't get hurt
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief) 
Black Jesse 101 vs Bernie The Snapper
today i'm going to take life seriously
i'm gonna jack your car while you're making a
million
make the nanny faint while i chase the kids
i'll ride over your lawn and through the hedge
i'll be vexing the vigilantes till crash the
busstop
in the glove compartment i'll find the keys to
your locker
the locker room in the marble palace what a
disappointment
no cash or jewelry
only pictures of you and your wife's younger
sister
at the police station you say that for once you
won't press charges
you'll even invite me for a drink at your place so
we can talk it over
i'll be there, without the pictures
i'm gonna spit the 12 year old whiskey in your
face
and smash your jazz records collection
run over a few china vases and throw your
tropical fish aquarium in the pool while i leave,
yelling : see what i meant about abuse of
power?
bernie came to the office early this morning
to tell us he was going to take a day off
running over the manager looking back and
waving
his hairy hand partly showing from the holes in
his glove
his famous four finger hand was the result
of him trying to remove his wedding ring
the day his wife left him to join the cult
of the church of the deep purple piggy on wings
traditionally the last day of the month
he spends his small change in the nudy booth
not that he gets excited by a pair of tits or a
cunt
but he's been collecting belly button snapshots
since he was a youth
the only thing that can turn bernie on
is the smell of ill-brushed teeth and alcohol
his wife was the best, the only thing she ever
won was a free dental care coupon from A.A. at
studio menthol
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Schau’ mich an hör mir zu
Versteck dich wieder
So wie immer
Spürst du wo ich bin?
Ich seh’ dich, aber bist du hier? Du laüfst durch ein Blumenfeld
Hüpst hinter Schmetterlingen her,
sitzt unter einem Baum
mit einem Strohhalm zwischen den Lippen
und ist der Abend angebrochen
schöpst du neue Energie
durch Sternenkraft,
und bedeckst dich mit Mondstaub
ziehst eine Mauer von Stille rund dir auf
du erfrierst, merkst nicht mehr dass wir hier sind
Sei es nun Sehnsucht oder ein gebrochenes Herz
die Mauer hat keine Klingel,
keine Tür, kein Fenster
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Body
My body is an ocean like you've never
seen my name is a man you've never met I
wanna tell you stories I didn't mean to lie I
am the perfect killer undress before you die
Needles in their arms stuck with you
My name is murdered by experiences
you've never seen you've never known
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Boris
this story is about an emigrant from what once
was known as the U.S.S.R.
he fled to the united states of armstrong,
applepie, halloween and all that is evol
he wanted to make it there because if you
make it there you'll make it anywhere
his name is boris shitmonger which means, so i
was told, in russian
'son of a god made up to make up to'
picture yourself in the right eyeball of a priest
who's lost his other eye looking through a
keyhole
he's giving consecrated wafers to old tarts still
sticking their tongues out
young girls looking up with big brown eyes
now you probably ask yourself what's the part
of boris in this story
well, back home in leningrad, which is now
called saint petersburg again
but one day they'll probably change it to
leningrad again,
i've seen those things before,
he used to be a catholic priest against his will,
but you know how parents of big families are,
they want at least one of there children to be on
a good level with his highness in heaven
and since it's more profitable in het u .s. than
anything else he could think of
why not?
the eyeball you just pictured yourself in belongs
to boris
his eye caught two brown caught blue
and his heart was set on fire
they held fingertips and tried to touch each
other with their lips through the openings in the
confessional
she told him meet me at the edge of the wood
so boris ran down to the forest but there was
nobody there
he woke up there the next morning and he felt
that he was scared
he thought his god had left him but his heart
was still on fire
(1993 Kuvun Huuto) 
Brilliant Idea
I keep myself from falling
Gotta keep myself from falling
I'm on a trail to Timbuktu
I'm gonna take a camel to Oran
a caravan through the sahara
we'll go as slow as we can
and we came down from Tswane
we didn't cross Zimbabwe
we took a rest in the Congo
and then danced to Pepe Kallé
slept on a ferry to Gibraltar
I'm on a train to Cadiz
met some friends in Barcelona
I'll hitch hike all the way to Nice
And in the tunnels of Lyon
via the vineyards of Champagne
the metropolitan of Paris
and all the way back again
I'm gonna take a train to Zion
I'm gonna take a train to New York City
I am the king of the hop
the master of the flop
I got a brilliant idea
somewhere in this gorgeous head of mine
you can keep yourself from falling
be my goal I'll kick the ball in
brilliant idea, where are you hiding?
Uno due un dos tres
een twee ein zwei drei
one two un deux trois
yksi kaksi itchi ni san
Bruno
She was sitting on a park bench smoking
cigarettes
looking at the blue sky
what she said I don't remember anymore
but I do remember the guy sitting next to
her
Hey hey Bruno I don't like your face
your burning ambition sets fire to the
forest of our dreams you wouldn't
even hesitate to kill the hearts you
don't understand you will never be like us
1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
canción de deseo y pasión
si no quieres beber con migo
si no quieres bailar con migo
si no quieres cantar con migo
yo canto
canto solo
canto intensamente
you canto
canto solo
canción de deseo y pasión
si no quieres beber con migo
si no quieres bailar con migo
si no quieres cantar con migo
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Care
This here is Bill, he's mentally ill
Icecone on the forhead,you know he can't
sit still
I jugde vanilla fudge
I broke my teeth when I mistook the brake
for the clutch
You spit out the sauerkraut
you had too much to drink and the music's
too loud
Where' Fred ? He must be in bed
With some bitch he found in a ditch
But I don't even know if you even care
I don't even know how much I care I
don't even know if I should care I don't
know how much you care about me
baby, do you care ?
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Children's Crusade
rangaistus ymmärtävyydestä
halu
yllytyken suoma kipu
ntohimo
kaipuu oikeudenmukaisuuteen
kärimys
epäyhdenmukaisuuden
hapanimetä maku
riipuvuus kiihotukseen
nauntinto
pettymyksen läpitukeva tuoksu
inho
toisinolevuuden suloinen
ruoskanisku
halu
tarve kauneueen
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Clowns
where are the clowns?
I don’t know but they look an awful lot like you
where are the clowns?
can’t see them but hey look an awful lot like you
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Crocodiles
nobody knows it
but everyone can see
it’s not just a bit a whole forest not one tree
so this is what I’ll do I’m letting you know
I’ll reed some JMH for you
to make your little depressions grow
we’ll set up an act with crocodiles and clowns
with the necessary tact
and in dressing gowns
we take the cash
and carry it home
hide it in a hole
under the garden gnome
our historical debt
built up under your dominion
been paid for since a long time yet
at least that’s our opinion
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Demolition
Now, who's afraid of the little white mice?
Splashy bloodspots on the battlefield
soldiers rattle and scream thinking about
their girl and family cursing nearly
everything while they shouldn't have been
here in the first place The third world war
has just begun I wanna hold you one more
time it feels good to have you close to me
now But then the poison gas comes
pouring out ot the exploding mice I don't
blame you Mouamer more than anyone
else The third world war has just begun I
wanna tuck you one more time it has to be
the ultimate orgasm
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Désir Loop
le désir loop ça va me cracquer
c'est pas gai tout le temps l'adultère
même chose pour le mariage
amour désir
l'homme n'est pas être monogame
désirs foutus, les coeurs brisés
quand l'algre-doux perds sa douceur
l'ennui remplacera l'envie
désir loop, à l'infini
(Boatsman Far) 
Don't Bother Me
You would sell your mother's soul
but I don't buy it
you never seem to lose control
you're always on some kind of diet
I don't blame you for what you do just don't
bother me with your statistics and your
rates silk ties and high heeled dates
What's good for you isn't necessarily good
for me don't bother me
you like power I like flowers I count on my
friends you count the hours
you move around in limousines but you
don't know what it means to sleep outside
on a starlit night
I am a child look what I found
see how it shines hear how it sounds
stop there it's the closest you can get
Don't try to find an excuse I don't care
what you do don't bother me
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Fin*Einde
if i die young and slowly
i will be such a pain in the ass to the people
around me
that they will be relieved when the time has
come
and will dance and drink and piss on my grave
and if i die of old age i will only go after a big
pathetic show
i will do the choreography to my funeral myself
and regret i won't be able to see it
or i might die in a freak accident during midlife
crisis
with lots of blood and material damage and
parts of the body that are never found
i hope there are dogs around
Freedom of speech
I’m not gonna let her hurt me no more
I’m so sick and so tired of this behavior
oh how she hates me, ooh she hates me
I’m not gonna let her hurt me no more
I’m so sick and so tired of this behavior
oh how she hates me, ooh she hates me
it’s starting to fade, the veneer
of your postmodern lifestyle
wave goodbye to your new age guru’s
and realize
you tell me I’m mad
I’m only mad about you my dear
so many things you don’t want to hear
so I yell and I cheer
we need free free, real freedom of speech
free free, it’s time for freedom of speech
there’s so many things you don’t want to hear
doesn’t mean they’re not true, my dear
so many things you don’t want to hear
we call it justice, my dear
so many things you don’t want to see
doesn’t mean they’re not reality
so many things you don’t know anything about
so I scream and shout
yeah free free , give us freedom of speech
free free, we want freedom of speech
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Ghetto song
there's a murdering in the ghetto
behave like rats in a cage
there's a murdering in the ghetto
now they're coming after you
there's a robbing in the mall
rhino in a china store
there's a robbing in the mall
soon they'll be robbing you
'cause there's no hope in the ghetto
not even for the brightest ones
there's no hope in the ghetto
while all they want's what we want too
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Giddy Thing
you're my mother you're my sister
you're my lover you're the blister
on the toe i have to step on
your anger is of a charming kind
your senses challenge my logical mind
an ignis fatuus is what you are to me
now i see you now i don't you giddy thing
first you blind me then there is sound you giddy
thing
i count down seek where you hide
we got marbles we got a kite
the soft wind paints a blush upon your cheeks
then there's the others that can't stand
that we are happy so they intent
to take away the fun we have
but we don't care and we f
u c k
but we're no longer going to take it
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Head East
load sound, adjust tempo,
press play, switch on arepeggio
turn right here, son
straight ahead now
easy, easy, we got plenty of time
at the crossroads
take a left turn
remember to turn left
third to the left again
fill up at the gas station
ignore the call of the dome
head east, head east
there's a gun in my hand and it's pointing at you
the steel of the barrel is cold and blue
my finger on the trigger don't you move
unless your nose is bullet proof
now you act as if you care
it's obvious, it's another layer
another layer that i can see through
got a gun in my hand and it's pointing at you
when bad things come from the west
come to my place, be my guest
gain force for heading east
you can catch up with the beast
all you morons gather round
look in my eyes now you're spellbound
i hereby legislate sheer lunacy
to exterminate your formal hypocrisy
my friend dweezil superarsch
Hellsinki
where are my masters, where are my tutors?
i am getting older, they come for advice
who am i to tell them which way to go
i'm the ignis fatuus, i take the backroads
rock'n'roll is silence, rock'n'roll is violence
rock'n'roll is philosophy, bullshit, terribly exciting
wrong is good, wrong is bad
wrong is wrong, wrong is right
i'm your blister, i'm your spudhead
i'm your wharfshack, i'm the squandering
offender
i'm your wardrobe, i'm your intergallactic
beansoup
i am i am i am i am, and i think i love you
this war is about water, he said :
i you bring me the message of hope, ill kill you
i prefer to live in a haze
found dad on a string, now ma is struggling
i was born a cucumber, i'll die as a siamese
twin
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Here Come The Dead Horses
in times when you don't know what you do,
doing things you don't want to do, or being
forbidden the things you want to do, and you
like a carburetor that hates gasoline and all
the beautiful people you want to be with don't
seem to remember you anymore, and you feel
like knocking on a door that's painted on the
wall. twelve kids from three different women,
Jeremy liked his triple life. he took what he could
get, now his dog is his sole companion on his
death bed. little zenia is an orphan since her
first week on the planet. her parents died in a
car crash. she'll never be able to know a
brother, sister or incest. i remember the guy
saying, you don't know what it's like to be alone
in the house. he knew though. he killed himself
in a new ork attic. ron ran into a e lass
eyes blinded by tears he wept for his wife that
didn't wake up afther having her nose changed
the michael Jackson way. where are you now
my african queen? all this time i have been
waiting. I'm still waiting.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Home
home is where the heart is
so where is the heart of the homeless
send them all to concentration camps in siberia
or fly them to the united states
where they fit perfectly in the us philosophy
we don't care when africans die of starvation
we only cry when grandma dies and leaves a
fortune
so catch my tears in a cartboard box
and throw it away it surely ain't worth saving
and when it turns out to be the other way
we can always say, wir haben es nicht gewusst
there's no good and no bad
there's only good and bad luck
in the end justice doesn't exist
but we can't let our heads hang down
it's a permanent fight between a no prospect
struggle and suicide
except for the 85% that don't realize superman
is fiction
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
I don’t belong here
much like you
I don’t belong here
shivers down my spine
much like you I feel blue
coincidentally we might meet
new soul mates in the streets
coincidentally we might not
voluntary exile
in our own town
and sometimes we excape
voluntary exile just like you
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Intifada
Me pregunto con que fin
tanto sufrimiento diga me ?
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Islas Cannabis
kanyoni kanja, kanyoni kanja
gekugwa nja na mitheko
ndakoria, ndakoria atiri
ndakoria atiri wamicore watinda kuu?
tatinda tatinda kaini
tatinda kaini ngiaragania mbirigiti
imbiri, imbirigiti
imbirigiti nandinainukia magoto
magua kuu? magua iria-ini
magua iria-ini gua cucu wa kamirukio
miro miro miro miroo
It Has Come to Nothing
the dawn started talking to me in misty strings
and said more than ten days on sunny beaches
the party is over, the hearts are broken
and nothing but sleep is gonna mend anything today
under the weeping willow, while the sun erases the stars
my clothes reveal some traces of the smoky bar
the bats make room for the sparrows
the distant houses u unveil in the backlight
now that the kids have started eating me
and routine bites harder every day
the napalmless morning sure brings comfort
the aurora wisdom eases the worried mind
with the phantom being set free
thequiet companionship of the new day
i loosen the belt of quotes that i girt
i hide in the dustcloud of the memories i grind
my tongue is swollen and my fingers are sticky
when there's nowhere to go, you won't be late
i whisper your name and write it in the dirt
it might have come to nothing but the pixies are kind
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Jacob Had a Wife
jacob has a wife he's a redneck in a liberal
disguise
jacob has two sons
jacob has a wife a drinking redneck in his liberal
disguise
jacob has a gun
jacob's gonna use it and commit a crime
and now jacob's gonna lose her and that's
about time
now jacob has a knife he'll chase the haunting
ghosts that posses his wife
jacob is a knight
jacob doesn't want to face her he knows he can
replace her
jacob's jacket will fit straight
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Kerosine
near the lake the body was found. sister,
peace, drowned. filled with water and because
of the cold, expanded, exploded, so was told. i
just knew her, the girl that used to say, i'm not
afraid to die. i mean it, i don't tell you no lie but
my ambition reaches the sky. this was all said
when we were drunk and had intellectual
conversation about the copulation of the skunk.
maybe you're right maybe you're wrong, maybe
i should stay for a while. maybe you're right
maybe you're wrong, maybe i smell like a
goddamn lake. she invited me to her room,
tempted me, i'm full of expectation. excitement,
i walk up her steps. enter her room, she's
behind a curtain between bottles and pills. on
the floor she lies and i fool, he who cares, i
panic as i feel her pulse. anger and agony, i
wanna scream for help but who will, or if they
could, would help? so i run, run, down down in
the basement. maybe you're right maybe you're
wrong , maybe you should stay for a while.
maybe you're right maybe you're wrong, maybe
i smell like kerosine.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Kesytetty
Sinä olet minulle vain yksi, yksi tuhansien joukossa.
En tarvitse sinua. En, en tarvitse sinua.
Mutta jos kesytät minut, niin silloin me toisiamme tarvitsemme.
Olisit ainoa maailmassa, elämäni aurinkoinen.
Olisit ainoa maailmassa, elämäni aurinkoinen.
Tuolla on viljapelto, se on kullanvärinen.
Se on murhellista. On, on murheellista.
Mutta jos kesytät minut, niin kultaiset hiuksesi
muistan aina kun kultainen viljapelto tuulessa suhisee.
aina kun kultainen viljapelto tuulessa suhisee.
Koskaan en tulostasi tiedä, se on samantekevää.
Olen yksinäinen, niin, niin yksinäinen.
Mutta jos kesytät minut, niin tulosi haluan tietää
silloin.
Odotus antaa jo onnentunteen, sydäntäni lämmittää.
Odotus antaa jo onnentunteen, sydäntäni lämmittää.
Tähtesi on aivan pieni, yksi tuhansien joukossa,
silti meille tärkeä. Niin, niin kovin tärkeä.
Koska näin kesytit minut, niin yhdessä me tähtiä
rakastamme.
Iäksi toisemme menetämme, tähdet meitä yhdistää.
Iäksi toisemme menetämme, tähdet meitä yhdistää.
Killer Cake
Brothers and sisters wherever you be
come over here and sit on my knee
I want to talk 'bout cutting throats with a knife
'bout life in general 'bout my job and my wife
She pulls my peter in every odd way till
the cream's oozing out and I say
you're giving me trouble and you're giving
me sex I want to sleep but now the sheets are
all wet trucks keep riding through the middle of
my head I hear a big tom and a clarinet
I'm upset there must be some kind of mistake
at the bottom of my mind my wife is
haking a cake. Ten thousand ants and 86
cannoneers are carrying eggs and drinking
gallons of beer I'm putting my liver and my
sex-life at stake It's seven in the morning and
I'm still clear awake The light's too strong and
the birds sing out of tune I guess I'll sit by the
pool or throw up till noon I pick up a magazine
but the ink smells like ink The radio is
unaware and there are frogs in the sink.
But it will all fall back together it just needs
a little more time to sort out and change the
world into our digital paradise
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Kneedeep in shit
they come to see me every day with plastic
bags and illegal children. they're heading my
way and they don't understand i feel so
kneedeep in shit, tom lived on a de-sert shore
eating crap and drinking gasoline. most
flamboyant person you've ever seen. out the
water came sue lips like cherry and bottom of
glue and they stuck together for ever and ever
and they feel so kneedeep in shit. life's getting
complicated.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Little things
so many little things
how you cope starts me wondering
such an enormous weight
high fiving till way after eight
it’s getting quite obscene all the boys are in their teens
so little that we know
no reason for a trumpet to blow
and when I get too close
drastic measures like the firehose
when I ask you why
you shake your head and then you sigh
but I still love you so …
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Love Theme From Hate Movie
what i do for a living?
well, i lick stamps, i hand out forms
and fill them out for the elderly and disabled
i answer the phone in a friendly tone
connect people through to another department
i write speeches, polite but profound
for openings and jubilees
a jest, an anecdote to make people laugh
and sometimes a sad note too
but never too political of course
i congratulate newly weds and fresh parents
i listen to what the weather's like outside
i classify and file and sometimes for a short while
my eyes wander to the window
but i'm always there, je rends service
that's what i do for a living
that's what i do for a living
Love Trans Dead Parrots
here i am at the edge of an early midlife crisis
short of money and offspring my woman's lazy
and I'm driving her crazy and i forget to enjoy
myself busy working and dealing with people i
don't like oh mother help oh mother earth
reject us if we don't try treating you better
let lava devour us i wanna walk on your
pregnant belly i want to rest and explode with
you the pain in the brain i'll soften it with
tenderness and wit i'll balm my weary bones
with a good stroll and alcohol your tongue let it
tickle your voice let it hush your mind let me
ease it and your body ....
leaving is great and so is coming back
dying is great and so is being born
so on this chilly sunny evening late spring in
early nineties the lightness of being weighs
heavily on my shoulders and the weakness in
me strengthens it's grip around my throat
my fingers try to play the melodies inside of me
but the efforts don't bring comfort then my
fingers try to remember the inside of you
in my dream i fell down the stairway to heaven
when i hit the ground i was awake what if you
would find out what my brain has been thinking
would you mend my wounded heart? what if i
told you what was hurting me would you tear it
apart? i wanna sleep i wanna leave i wanna
go where nobody kisses me i wanna wake up i
wanna come i want to satisfy her waiting womb
i open my i look around I'm so thirsty i could
drink from a dead cow
i wanna die deep inside of you
how romantic this wedding in white
you can tell by my hard-on that i long for tonight
how romantic these duelling knights
one chooses the weapon the other the site
in bed he's boring and now he starts snoring
but how it was romantic our wedding in white
goodbye you village of morons
your fruit tasted bitter so go ahead and bore on
i caught you and your hypocrite sister i'll make
her skin you alive
your cage is getting bigger a cage it will always
be
i've been dealing with too long with these
pathetic assholes it's time for a change
and when i go i take a few of you those
bastards with me
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Madam of the Mansion
i had sex with the madam of the mansion. i
had sex like i never had be-fore. i had sex with
the madam of the mansion. quite an adventure
for a slave like me. everytime that she came
near me, everytime she touched my skin, i was
melting like chocolate. this was an affair that
couldn't last. once the landlord found out about
us, he had her shot with a ba-zooka by a
mercenary man he met in a whorehouse in
kinshasa but i still think about her, how she
touched my skin. I'm still melting like chocolate,
at night we sleep and deal with each other in
the light of day. we don't rape each other, we
support the weak. we don't blow people's brains
out, we caress them. we don't torture animals,
we have them as friends. we don't fight our way
up, we proceed together. we don't dress to
show off, we dress to keep us warm or cool. we
are no children of any god but the sons and
daughters of mother nature.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Madras
salò ik ben gevangen in een film van pasolini
gevangen in een zelfmoordbrief
salò of de 120 dagen van Sodom
het universum van de macht die niets ontziet
een dilettant die zich wankelend beweegt
of wordt bewogen langs een trap naar beneden
gekleurde lampjes op de randen van de treden
beweging in een nog onversneden heden
ik zie mezelf in spiegels terug
geënsceneerd, een onderdeel van gedicteerde rituelen
en niet in staat de tederheid te conserveren
die ik met de wereld mee kreeg
en zelfs de zelfmoord van de kunstenares
die zich verkocht aan de macht lijkt een citaat
uit het cultuurgoed van een bevriende staat
een gelijksoortig reservaat
ik ben gevangen in een cinéma vérité
een nachtcruise in een alfa 2000 gt
langs randfiguren, haast versteend tot monumenten
en zich herhalende gebaren die ik ken
op het geplaveide stationsplein in rome
rond de bioscopen moderno, modernetto
voor het cafe van nouri herken ik de dood
liever dan daarvan afzien, nodig ik
ik zie mezelf in spiegels terug
geënsceneerd, een onderdeel van gedicteerde rituelen
en niet in staat de tederheid te conserveren
die ik met de wereld meekreeg.
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Magnum Opium
the girl i'm with, doesn't smoke no spliff
but in our hammock, she sure sucks some cock
you may say a prayer for the ozone layer
it won't help a bit, we're kneedeep in shit
when the postman rings twice, we roll the dice
if the number's a pair, we cut his hair
the cops in this town, they're a bunch of clowns
they can't stand us hanging around
here's bruno again, he's the postman's friend
though they have different beliefs concerning
coca leaves
they're in the same crusade against something
they hate
they both want to lead, so they lie and they
cheat
we're young and checking things out, we want
to know what it's all about
be it jobs or herbs that we blow, it shows again
that also
the cops in this town are a bunch of clowns
they can't stand us hanging around
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Mark e didn’t make it
from a top job in a shit town
to a shit job in a top town
we are fighting our way up
and gliding our way down
kids go like your ma is a whore
how do you know, is y’r dad one of her clients?
your ma’s such a bore
no wonder your dad’s one of my ma’s clients
you can say this family’s dysfunctional
so what, they’re not the only one
this family’s dysfunctional alright
doesn’t mean it only breeds weirdo’s and freaks
winners need losers to win
winners need losers to win from
so with even greater devotion
justifying the promotion
while we are doing our time
trying to stay up on our feet
brown collars and German boots
come marching up our streets
you brought the bastards to power
see what they’ve done, are you happy now?
janjaweed janjaweed
what a cool name for a genocidal bunch
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Mother Hate and Sister Revenge
semper irae commota completaque odii
mulier muliercula fit
quamvis matrona esse vidiatur
specie libidimis atque insidiosae iloquentia
vir at contra
sicut margarita porcae
sive matronae ostria offerta concupitur
tamen tantum modo pituita
mater malivolentia sororque ultio
ornatae forma atque venustate oculorum
aquiem praestringenti per vias ambulant
mater malivolentia sororque ultio
tramites obscuros noverunt
tu pactum servabis
Motorcycle Man
It's no fun to live this way but I don't have a
choice recieve the world in black and
white only seeing the dark side
In the shop the rumble fish bring them to the
river side Although it may cost my life free
the fish don't box me in
You my little brother I know that I never
meant it to be that way so take your bike
and fly away
Take the bike and fly away take good care
or you'll be shot If you won't accept the
rules you can't-play take the bike and fly
away
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
mbr ah mbr ah
chon oeg vertellö van nö gast
zu nön tip, nö fermö keirel
nö guje kluöt, h’is näö duöt nö guje kluöt, h’is näö duöt mbr ah mbr ah
t’is al wa lein, joyre tryg öwa göziöver öyver vanallös
en öyver niks, öyver niks
’t was ginnö stuf, al Massouf Ahmed, Ahmed
tömeinös zik, en zö bed
för wa denkt dzjiö da ich nää zeng
öyver diö keirel, al Massouf
resöneirö da gi vanzelöf
ma deftich klappe da zi dzjö kriö
mu da bä gi, mu da bä gi
mbr ah mbr ah
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Mind Me
i told her i liked loneliness but i meant that I'd
rather be alone than with people other than her.
there's no use in telling her how i feel. it
wouldn't make no difference, my triend. why the
fuck did i tell you anyway? must have been
drinking far too much again. now is she gonna
mind me? loneliness i can handle that. but it's
the sadness that is killing me softly with her
eyes. between wanting and getting can be
nothing and plenty. now what are you going to
do to bring me emotional rescue? are you
gonna mind me?
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
MиP
i am the last cosmonaut and the first one to be
no hero of the nation
because there's no nation left for me
the president that shook my hand is now on the
dole and there's 15 others that took his place
they sent up a rich austrian that doesn't speak
to me he doesn't seem to like the ancient
sovietski
no lemons no honey and when will arrive the
next supplies there's no shop around the
corner that i can pass by
my wife calls me less and less and that's not
her fault she says
she complains and complains about food
shortage but that's not what i want to hear
i can see that myself there's no food on my
shelf she doesn't say anymore that she misses
me maybe she doesn't miss me anymore
is there somebody else?
can someone get me out of here
mir to earth get me out of here
look at me look at me now
there's no tree i can throw my rope
around look at me look at me now
in my dream you're my shooting star
Modern Hippie Voodoo Grunge Cult
i howl at the moon someone's gonna die soon
from planet earth i will fall astride my pink
dinosaur i will fly fly away in my silver
spaceship from uranus i will write you i will send
you tears
that's what i hate you for
you can hate me you can like me i don't care
i'm gonna take my car
take your car show your scars may you die in
fear
i killed for his own sake the boy that dropped
the wedding cake
you fence me in i will escape we will never
meet again
my silver spaceship will take me far away from
you
ahmed's sister will lose her blister and join me
for a joyride
that's what i hate you for
i knew it but i no longer care i'm sticking with
her
i'm gonna take my car
you can try you no longer have one you're
getting near (waterloo)
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Moonseeds & Lunadust
katala kala, taajan maan, taajan maahan,
avaraan maailman
se vene, sen tekeleen, leena veneeseen,
veikko veteen
piki, piiki, ikipiikkiin, lika, liika, pika pilka
koho, kohoon, kohotkoon, kookas ja kova
kokoo kokoon koko kokko?
tuli, tuuli, tullitakuu
kuka huutaa puussa
syksy syys syysmyrsky syksyn syyksi, hyvä hyytelö
tämä täällä, tässä tänään, pään päältä
hyvää päivää päivää
törky, hölmö, hölmöön, Töllön möly
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Music to Shop By
their top conquest is that they were sent to art
school where you get addicted to harmless
extravaganza
their brothers and sisters go to law school and
keep a strange hobby or two
marx and bukowski on the bookshelf
a harley and a leather suit
i bought me a box of rubber bands to kill your
president with
i'll wait for him at the railway station disguised
as a roman catholic
i was e vie timof madness so in madness i
must dwell i got seven dwarfs that work for me
as virgin detectors
are you always in competition to be the best
looking female he asked the girl with the blood
traced legs
this is the house where she takes her clothes
off where she laughs and cries and makes love
this is the house i never entered
what do you mean i tell freak stories
all of this has really happened
on music to shop by
Myrskytuuli
täällä kaikki tuijottaa sun peraään
tietää tarkaleen monelta sä heräät
tietää tarkaleen mihin sä meet
kenen kanssa ja miksi nuo kyyneleet
tuun hulluksi tässä kylässä
en voi elää enää maailman syrjässä
tahtoisin että me lähdemme pois
vaikka kuuttun niin sinnekin vois
uuden pesän rakentaa ja
alusta kaikien aloittaa
mmm niin se on mmm se tiedetään
mmm niin se on mmm tiedetään se
suuri mutta ahdas maailma
ei mahdu tänne paljon kauniita sanoja
pienet hyvät teot muuttuu pahoiksi
kunhan käännat nille selkäsi
ja tuun hulluksi tässä kylässä
en voi elää enää mailman syrjässä
emmekö voisi lähteä jo pian
kun tästä paikasta lössimme tään vian
meidän paikamme muulla on
on olo täällä vain onneton
mmm niin se on mmm se tiedetään
mmm on olo onneton
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Nasser's Campfire Song (A Shaggy Dog Story)
i was exploring the possibilities given
by half a pair of scissors
i saw the orange of your eyeball grow
men with giant knuckles and witches on
brooms out of alleys and skies they loom
kids sucking on licorice, along the shacks they stroll
the heavy prisondoor slams. the ladykiller's out on parole
he ate the giant leech in the culinary kingdom of tinsel shrine
warehouse
Negativman
here comes negativman
he’s not my friend he will never be
he is family
family you don’t choose they do not choose you
and I know he’s not gonna like it but it’s nothing compared to this
there goes negativman
he could be your friend
he’s not your family he will never be
friend’s you can choose friends you can lose
and you just might not gonna like it
but it’s nothing compared to this
and now I look like negativman
sometimes I act like negativman
sometimes I talk like negativman
I surely walk like negativman
negativman
negativman
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
No deal
hey
I heard it on the news
you got lost by the river
for days you weren’t found hey
we all wanted you to go
but not come back like this
hey
no deal
we do not agree
he y hey
no deal
we all want you back
we want you to resurrect
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Pawawawa
are we perverted by desire? who will be the
judges of that? witness the dance music for
dying soldiers. hear the congolese bongo
player call on your deepest feelings. let the
profane vibes overwhelm you. open your mind
to the hidden messages that are revealed to
you when sitting upside down, facing the
perverted headquarters, whistling la sigla del
sadico esperto backwards with two hot coals on
the soles of your feet. make love not war. pay
taxes. bouge pas, meurs, ressuscite. are we
perverted by desire? yes we are perverted BY
DESIRE!
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Perfect Day for a Violent Death
there's something strange abut this town tonight
the owls look down in disbelief, the moon hides behind a cloud
again these dumbass rednecks are in for a fight
cruising down the streets in their pick up, barrel sticking out
harassing one of us is what they're after
it's our looks and occupations they don't like
humiliation and violence they celebrate with churlish laughter
if the party runs out of hand, we end up bleeding in the dike
they're scared of the unknown, frustrated to the bone
a strange language or different behaviour is a trouble feeder
who do you call the victim of circumstance, they'redifferent when alone
but they get really vile as they follow the sado fascist leader
there's something strange abut this crate here folks, they said
that's right, we caught one of them and took him 'croos the border
we first hloroformehim, piece of soap up his ass, and bet
that he would start crying for his mum, scared shitless, and for law and order
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Peter Burns
where are the teacher's hands?
i can feel one in my pants
can't really say I like the feeling
but the teach knows what he's doing
i'm not gonna tell mom and dad
i remember the trouble i had
it was doctor she and i were playing
my folks cursing her parents praying
what's the sticky stuff in my pyjama pants
yesterday my balls were filled with ants
the feeling's gone but now peter burns
my throat is dry, my life takes turns
been checking out some dirty magazines
it's quite common among upgrowing teens
what i saw was really new to me
one was doing funny things with a christmas tree
i'm not sure that i did it right
she screamed and bled and didn't stay overnight
i feel her fingernails in my back
don't really mind, hee haa, i had sex
Pilvivärit
pieni lapsi katsoo takaa ikkunan
ja pyyhkii kyyneleen poskeltaan.
on jo yö ja häntä pelottaa miltä maailma
huomenna näyttää muistaa viime yön, pieni
sydän lyö pelosta pusertaa nallensa syliin
ja taas uudestaan pyyhkii kyyneleen viattomista
silmistään. hän oli nähnyt kaupungin rauniot
oli kuulluut äänen rakkaan ja hänen katsoessaan
taaksensa näki äitinsä alla maan voi kuinka paljon
voikaan koskea lapsen pieneen sydämeen, kuinka
äänensä saisi kuuluumaan. ei enää sotaa,
ei enää sotaa, ei enää sotaa, ei enää sotaa,
ei enää sotaa. lasin takana valuu sadepisarat
pimeästä pimeään. lapsi nyyhkyttää hiljaa äitiään,
kyynel putoaa kasvoille nallen. pelkää puolesta
isien ja äitien,itkee puolesta ihmisten hän tietää,
muttei ymmärrä miks syy on ihmisten. pieni lapsi
katsoo takaa ikkunan ja pyyhkii kyyneleen
poskeltaan. on jo yö ja häntä pelottaa miltä maailma
huomenna näyttää. jos vois huutaa niin lujaa, että
sinäkin tiedät, me yhdessä pystytään pieniin kyyneliin
kaikki pommit kaikki aseet hukuuttaa.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Red Lorry Story
this is the story about the big red lorry
rolling down the hill in the pale moonlight
second gear only going quite slowly
the bareheaded driver waves at the girl from
the hat shop
she's in love with the tailor's son
the tailor's son wants to be a truckdriver
the painter's son is color blind
in 1684 this hill was called mountain of sorrow
only a hill yet they call it a mountain
there's too much sorrow for only a hill
look at the hill it looks like time's been standing
still
Riddle
see the boy with the tears in his eyes he was
pushed to the ground
his back and his elbows are sore but he won't
cry no more 'cause he's a big boy now
do you remember ben? the one without
friends. he used to write postcards to himself
i'm polite i was raised catholic but ben was he
ever unpretty not even the most desperate
nymphomane would touch him he tried the gay
scene for a while but also failed there now he
sticks to the porn mags and videos
roadblock roadblock it's nearly six o'clock ben
comes home from work he gets killed by a stray
bullet
reprise
Het zijn vreemde tijden en het zomert in Barakstad.
Ieder sterft z'n dagdagelijkse kleine beetje dood.
Sommigen willen sterven zoals Jezus Christus.
Met een baard en een snor en in een spijkerbroek.
Sommigen willen vernederd en vertrapt en luidkeels
eli eli lama sabaktami zingen. Elektrisch en bedolven onder tien
ton fuzz.
Sommigen willen sterven in een holocaust.
Naakt en zonder tranen en tot op het bot ontluisd.
Sommigen willen sterven als een gele hond in de steppe
van Schellebelle.
Sommigen willen andante en tot in den treure sterven.
Als de eerste de beste onnozelaar.
Vermorzeld en verkoold en verkommerd en verzuurd en
verbitterd en verkweld en tot knisperend grijs gruis
vergaan.
Sommigen willen rijmen en dichten en sterven zonder hun
gat op te lichten.
Sommigen willen sterven met de schok van een scheet op
de schaal van Richter en met een grijns van hier tot
ginder en van daar naar elders kris kras dwars door de
hele wereldbol heen.
Sommigen willen sterven als een otorhinolaryngobrontosaurus.
Gestoofd in de koekepan met tienduizend mespunten
cayennepeper. Sommigen willen sterven in de uitverkoop
aan een spotprijs. Zeg maar tweenegenennegentig.
Sommigen willen sterven in al hun glorie.
In al hun naaktheid. Met veel vertoon van snot en slijm
willen sommigen sterven.
In hun ellende en hun sores en in hun pis en in hun kak.
Sommigen willen sterven in een boek van Mickey Spillane.
Terechtgesteld door een huurdoder voor de luttele som
van vijfentwintig cent.
Sommigen willen met veel pathos sterven in een opera van
Richard Wagner en sommigen willen roemloos sterven in de
eerste de beste ijskoude winternacht in de eerste de beste
goot in de eerste de beste steeg in de eerste de beste voorstad
van de eerste de beste hedendaagse metropool.
Sommigen willen sterven op een kamertje en sommigen willen
sterven op een zaal.
Sommigen willen zingen terwijl ze sterven en sommigen willen
enkel nog hun laatste woorden fluisteren in het oor van hun
geliefde. Een trut van vijfenzeventig. Sommigen willen
verrekken en sommigen willen gewoon gaan. Ze weten niet
waarheen en ze weten niet waarom maar ze willen gaan.
Naar waar het bier en de suikerwafels gratis zijn en de
everzwijnen op pinksterdag in praalwagens recht naar de zon
vliegen. Naar waar de last van ezels nooit meer op hun borstkas
en hun ingewanden weegt. Hun lege maag en hun rotte endeldarm.
Naar waar The Jesus and Mary Chain de soundtrack van de dood
heeft ingespeeld in Dolbystereo en alles gefilmd is in
Technicolor en Cinemascope.
Sommigen willen met hun laatste scheet het hele woonblok
opblazen en sommigen willen met hun laatste erectie de hemel
aan flarden scheuren.
Sommigen willen sterven in een kruipkot en sommigen in een
whiskeypaleis. Als waren ze de keizer van Schotland.
Sommigen willen kreperen in de gruwelijkste pijnen en sommigen
willen heengaan in hun slaap in hun bed in hun slaapkamer op
hun flatje.
Sommigen willen sterven na een bikkelharde strijd op leven en
dood en sommigen geven al bij voorbaat de pijp aan Maarten.
Het zijn vreemde tijden en het zomert in Barakstad en sommigen
sterven naamloos en zonder eer en zonder waardigheid en zonder
noemenswaardige nalatenschap en sommigen sterven als helden op
het slagveld van uitwerpselen en braaksel. Sommigen willen
sterven in de gele supermarkt onder het spervuur van rekken en
kolonnes en executiepelotons en vijf miljoen kleuren en Meneer
Proper Watervalfris en groenten en fruit kassa zes.
Sommigen willen in de schaduw sterven en sommigen onder een
roosterende zon.
Sommigen willen sterven in een kaddisj voor een groene rat.
Gij groene rat gij zijt kapot gegaan en gij stinkt en gij
stinkt en gij stinkt tot in alle eeuwigheid amen.
Sommigen willen sterven in de verlengingen. Op het allerlaatste
nippertje. In extremis willen sommigen sterven. Met de trekkers
van de verpulvering al op hun gelaat. Met de grimas van de
rottenis al op hun smoel. Sommigen willen sterven in een
pocket en sommigen in een paperback. Gebonden en verhangen en
gestrikt en gelijmd. Hoe goedkoper hoe liever willen sommigen
sterven.
Sommigen willen sterven bij Aldi en sommigen bij Grand Bazar.
Takkedoem takkedoem takkedoem willen sommigen sterven en
sommigen kalmpjes aan kalmpjes aan kalmpjes aan.
Sommigen willen sterven in het uur tussen zwaluw en vledermuis
en sommigen in het holst van het holst van het holst van een
nacht die nooit meer eindigt.
En sommigen willen sterven in het ratelende salvo van de dag
die zich een weg begint te banen dwars doorheen nee last maar
zitten. Het is genoeg geweest. Sommigen willen verdwijnen in
de inktzwarte nacht en sommigen willen het daglicht nog zien.
Sommigen willen de zon en sommigen willen de maan en sommigen
willen helemaal niets.
Sommigen willen sterven als het wintert in Bidonville en
sommigen willen sterven nu het zomert in Barakstad. Het maakt
niet uit. Dood is dood. Kapot is kapot. En gedaan is gedaan.
Jaja. Dat zal wel.
(1993 Kuvun Huuto)
Schriek
this song is about Driving a speedy red vehicle through a
sunblinded crow
trying to avoid the one trick herd, i ran into 2M
she's a wild one, she's a femme fatale
she knows what she wants and she knows how to get it
and every boy in town wants to P2M
but then she showed me her other Side
she's smart and fragile and in doubt
when she's close she touches me,
but she is beyond reach
so i hide in the fog that alcohol can breed
a sample of fine salesmanship
this is the time to unroll
this is the time to bring out the flagpole
the best sex he ever had
was on the scorched launching pad
at the deserted space center
this song is about aliens penetrating the atmosphere
with no fear but tons of atmos
the fruits that fell from the tree
the eggs of the hen that doesn't brood
maybe we'll develop a homing instinct
an excruciating pain with side effects
shuddering with fear, staying in a small town
when you're not like everybody else
Schwester in Dortmund
ta tête est caré et je me sens obligé de te faire
parvenir du malheur de l'avenir. aprés un coup
de poing tu descends dans le coin et avec mon
couteau je te coupe comme un gateau. he
cortado en tiras el travestido gordo. huelo el
husmo. no hay que vomitar. ich habe eine
schwester, sie wohnt in dortmund. Sie hat es
gerne in die bavianenkunt. hock in die bergen
da steht ein gerät. da wird meine schwester
elektrisch genät.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
She's Quite Fresh
Right, she's quite fresh and I'm beaten
Wrong not just words, but like ropes
strangling my heart my pride my financial
resources Barefoot through the Kalahari
I'm selling sunglasses I teel low, like in a
Sad dream
But it's no use in crying my baby,
she couldn't care less I am
beaten she's still quite fresh
Like barking pumpkins and dog eaten pie
My eyes are tilled with nothing at all
they're only mirrors for a sad and
threatening sky I am beaten she's quite
fresh I am beaten but not a mess I am
stronger and I'm hardened, I am older and
I'm angry and I'll stay angry
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Silence
i told her i liked loneliness but i meant that I'd
rather be alone than with people other than her.
there's no use in telling her how i feel. it
wouldn't make no difference, my triend. why the
fuck did i tell you anyway? must have been
drinking far too much again. now is she gonna
mind me? loneliness i can handle that. but it's
the sadness that is killing me softly with her
eyes. between wanting and getting can be
nothing and plenty. now what are you going to
do to bring me emotional rescue? are you
gonna mind me?
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Slint
i sweat on your kerb, i sweat on your fence
i sweat on your doorstep, i sweat on your rug
i sweat in your hallway, i sweat on your sofa
i sweat on your lampshade, i sweat, i sweat
i sweat on your carpet, i sweat on your dog
i sweat on your magazine, i sweat on your
cigarette i sweat on your sunglasses, i sweat
on your dress i sweat on your earring, i sweat
on your forehead i sweat on your temple, i
sweat on your nose i sweat on your thighs, i
sweat on your toes i sweat on your pelvis, i
sweat on your bellybutton i sweat on your
pubic hair, i swear, i sweat on your penis
nö bloon en menö mestof, ö krengsöl van nön
ejwottöl moes menö tesnöjzök, mön vötsöls,
poosö mojkös, wa ö göwievör dö mow en dö
speng, dö zwoas van't breukö dö grengöl op
dö brier, mön schalääjö gin grejmöl gosjting,
grellög göstreut ön viiejösklak, körwelligö jung
äätdönouwöröshej sö'n kletspojt
soech! en grinsönterö goenk se tääs
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Shoe The Size of Italy
my helmet is blue, my shoe the size of italy
but isn't that what we have buckets for
she left the joint with a bone through her nose
must have had a hard time falling asleep
i saw the oak tree swim upstream
while the ants built and built and built
i wish I'd invented the paperclip
like everybody else
i'd like to kill a virgin or two
right after they stopped being it
if you'd please excuse me know
I'm a professional and still learning
lesson nr. 3 : how to hold your mike
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Small Town
i was born in a small town
now I’m the talk of it
it ain’t love but hate that’s blind
here comes another hit
hit me ….
Smell The Mire
Here I come down this lonely street
Facing my head to the ground walking
through the neonlight
I call a cab, I'm broken and drunk
Here she comes with her blue jeans on
here comes my baby and she turns me on
I get wild when I see her and angry when I
don't I get angry when I see her with my friend
Desmond
We are perverted by desire, we're a bed-
room band can you smell the mire ?
I wake up dying in bed thinking 'bout what
She last said I want to leave her with the
trouble I had but I'll miss her and it makes me
sad
I like the women of Kenya and Somalia
they're the prettiest in the world let me tell
you that every time I see one I just want to
touch her skin it's a funny kinds world that we
live in
With her blue jeans on she turns me on,
turns me down, makes me smile and
makes me frown and makes me do
everything I don't want to do to you
(1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
Smile
nice tan sese seko, goes well with the blood on
your hands. tell me what happened there in
lubumbashi. how come these things still make
you smile? mokanzi bilei ozali kopesa biso ezali
moke kasi tosali yo mabe to lobi tango o
kokuey a nami akosalisa yo.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Solitude
i choose solitude over submission. rather die
than make the transition from rebel without
megaphone to hanger on with a heart of stone
and a mind of saw dust. i choose solitude over
submission and i know that a lie would help but
i can't give in. no i won't give in. you can't
get what you want but t's your own
decision. i've en friends tht let rather hang down
their head than let hang down their dick
for a while. but i need an ear and the mind
behind from time to time
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Song for Sinead
this is a song for you Sinead the second part
for the fascist skinhead can't say i like your
music but hey, you're of a kind this planet
craves for these days Jeanne d'arc's your idol
let's drop some names and let's think about
those others that went up up in flames
just because they had a mind of their own and
didn't stick to thinking alone but thought the
time had come for some action and found out
there was only a brave fraction too much world
is polluted by fanatics that call us heretics and
impose their ethics when even the madonna
of kitch your colleague the babylon bitch
thinks she has to be part of the hypocrisy it's no
wonder there's a moral majority and me, when
i look at them i frown and though at bob's party
it didn't show there's always someone that
wants you around who'll try to stop them when
they drive you from this town there are people
that believe in you that like your attitude of
courage and truth they don't see you as the
scapegoat others want you to be and know the
holy roman empire is the real enemy but be
careful, be aware of tine and place don't loose
yourself in a religieus haze
when you knock on my door i tell you to take a
hike
a lot of those whose skin you don't like
got a bigger heart than any redneck can break
got more to say than any skinhead can take
there might be more in the brains that you blow
that's why i want you to know that this is the
side that i choose
don't get me wrong i'm still well i don't mean the
state of israël
that's not my job, nor eating doughnuts
i wanna go freely to wherever i want
be people's host and guest eventhough they're
different
but no different in the way that you are when
you say what you mean with a crowbar what's
wrong with you that you don't leave us alone
frustration and stupidity is the racist's backbone
if you close your borders 'cause you don't want
to meet
do the same for goods and fruits that you eat
Spoken
the piano plays the theme from the sting
and i've got to - got to - got to sing.
i can't stop the movie. (feel so wuthering high)
uncontrolable urge. -
subliminal - subtitles - stroboscope
underneath our skin chips & fish & pin codes
projections. shadows.
sun rays. sunbeam. lost fragments.
incompetent people. incompetent stories.
wishes and self-fulfilling prophecies.
projections. silent movie. cut!
distant voices, still lives.
the future already happened, and we'll see
what it was all about last night.
actually you dit take a shine on my woman.
but we won't talk about it anymore.
let bygones be bygones!
tonight we're running with the cybergypsies
to the digital woodstock.
and after all: what's so funny about
love, peace and understanding?
i'm a language vampire. fed up with culture.
i'll puke on your carpet {around midnight}.
i live amongst all those bill gates zombies
the day earth stood still.
bloodsucking freaks took over the asylum.
we moved from technoville to traumaville
no escape, bladerunner.
alien nation took over t.v. nation.
most important is
the act of seeing with one's own eyes.
the invisible empire.
strike dear mistress. alida the queen of mars.
can your pussy do the dog?
faster kill kill kill!
a black and a hard-one... i mean a hard rain
fell out of the liquid sky.
(Boatsman Far)
This is How the Story Goes
in times where it's 'chacun pour soi' and the
neighbours welcome the nazi revival with a
cheer misery magnets find a new game:
nationalism which is about the same as
apartheid, aber nur schaffen wir es heim
hate comes from hate and can only create
more hate shouldn't we stop this? hey,
shouldn't we stop this
in a world that is economy ruled there's no
room for dreamers and fools and those who
created the monster forgot to bridle it in their
rush tor V.I.P. lounges now the rain is acid as
jazz not dead but deadly 'fuck the poor' still
yells the smartass throat cut by a latino and a
negro's skinning him alive can we blame
them? hey, can we blame them?
in a time in a world that's only ours for a short
while, will we stand at the sideline? from
kneedeep now to up to the ears tomorrow
is that what we want? hey, is that what we
want?
he woke up with a terrible hard on
he puts his teeth back behind his lips and
cleans his armpits with a Q tip
he heats his house with fifty bunsen burners
and eats nothing else but home raised worms
spends many nights in other people's gardens
his sense of logic is of a different kind
in his brain there is no left or right
day his mother bared her idiot son
by the way this is how the story goes
he ran outside and mowed the grass he grows
dried it, dyed it and danced around a bonfire
Tomcat Power
We are the sonic horse foundation
this song’s called Tom Cat Power
you can no longer run
you can no longer hide
you can no longer shut your eyes
it’s time to re-sensitize
we fought for one man one vote
we fought for women’s rights and now that you got it
you value worth nor price
video conference private jet networking people
what you forgot to globalize
is education and health care
environmental law and union rights
bread and games, it’s still the same to silence the crowd and deafen the wise
western civilization is going down
while nearly everyone’s being televised
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Torture Me When I'm Dead
did i hear you say that we can no longer pay
free school and med care for all
while we still can see wealth and poverty
there's no equality at all
DT-does your mind need some freshening up
well there's something refreshing
someday we'll make you pay with some
airplane crashing
it's a sign of all times, cheating and crimes, the
lies they tell and the shit they sell
there's nothing good about it, it ain't getting
better
i suffer in advance so torture me when i'm dead
i cover the soil with aluminum foil
i spray the grass with mustard gas
i dampen the air... debonair
i fill the pool with gallons of drool
we stole flowers from the kings tomb
and put them on the pauper's graves
that should make them happy
i've been bitten by a snake and kissed her for
that
i've been laying among the trees, the soil
turned from dry to wet
i've seen stars fall down, i've held marty
feldman by the eye
w c fields made me laugh, and i still wonder
why
these three rooms still look the same i like to
play greenaway games
only i'm not a genius but it doesn't bother me
hey kim let me kiss neil young for you
yang around a mountain, landing on water out
of the blue
i've moved three miles but it seems
intergalactic
i've missed you so much maybe i should alter
tactics
i feel so lonely if i were a poet i would have
cried
i've seen the queens of fruit village bring their
kids to school
how do they do it, how do they do it?
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
Transparent Black Soul
your irritatingly sexy orally transmittable nicotine addiction
symptoms
they're the medium to your transparent black soul
i found myself on a plane filled with nymphomaniacs
i found a way to talk myself out of it
my reasoning is too fast for your little mind
my reasoning's too fast f'r y'r li'l mind
Vandal Mancini
open mind
compromise is selling out
this is the time to read between the lines
open mind
honesty is weakness
kindness kills
open mind
TV conversation
education lies
capital crime
omen mind
bumper to bumper
you'd better give me space
i've got a good mind of breaking your...
open mind
open mind
TV conversation
compromise
selling out
open mind
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
viva hesbaya morente
patiently built up peace smashed to smithereens
we can not tolerate this
the color of a person's skin determining the course of law we
can not tolerate this
submission of the other sex for cultural or religious reasons
we can not tolerate this
violations of human, children or animal rights
we can not tolerate this
one person one vote we'll teach you
to tolerate this
respect for the universal declarations of human
and children's rights
we'll teach you to tolerate this
worldwide solidarity to replace classes and races
we'll teach you to tolerate this
we do not tolerate the prophecy of hate
cause there's where our tolerance ends
viva viva viva hesbaya morente
2006 Ropeskipping For Fireflies)
Warum weinst du nicht
ich erzahle eine geschicht'
du wartest einen augenblick
du drehst dich um
ich weiss nicht warum
ich erzahle eine geschicht'
ich fühle es ist meine meine pflicht
dich zu warnen für die zukunft
du mit deinen grossen mund
ich erzähle eine geschicht'
du erfrierst mich mit deinen blick
und ich frag mich warum weinst du nicht?
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
We All Drove Away Whistling
there was no current in the jailhouse the day
they were suposed to execute hr on the
electric chair
in the end she could give birth to her child but
nor she nor the father could raise it that's what
he got for being honest till it hurts
he ran nine flights up to come down via the
window
an elevator got stuck a few blocks up the road
containing two enemies of opposite sex
wondering what the sirens were for
there's no hope for this one he heard the doctor
say to the nurse
go look for patient 904, he's wet his bed
that's what she got for being submissive and in
skirts
she ran to room 904 and put current on the
sheets
ghost rider crashed ghostwriter
tire touched ear and skull collapsed
we all drove away whistling
We Haven't Decided Yet
we haven't decided yet wether we'll play
grunge or sixties instead
we're working hard on our act now buy flannel
shirts and take pictures in the snow
our drummer has his niples pierced yells at
the backing vocal girls 'til they're in tears
but only when the press is not around we're a
peace band you can hear it in our sound
sing praise to the guy rom the record company
for his guiding hand in our creativity
it's in our contract that we soon will be stars
where are the women where is the bar
fuck, there is a god, were his first words after
he woke up, sweating and trembling with fear
that morning. there is a god and it's my father. it
was in a vision he just had. me, the atheist,
always in for a profane joke. you're the
messenger, go and multiply the 'it' in the vision
had said.
it all fits, i'm 30 years old now, my mother's
name is mary and my fathers name is herman
but his other name is Joseph and he's in the
construction business, so that's close enough.
and me i got lang dark hair and a beard and i'm
slightly cross eyed so it looks as if goin to say
something important all the time except when
i'm drunk
fuck! oops, he thought, i'm probably-not
supposed to say fuck anymore! what will my
friends say? they'll probably laugh at me. and
who will be my apostles. do i have to walk on
water now and turn water into wine and fish into
more fish? but i'm a vegetarian will tofu do?
i'll make a complete fool of myself if i mess up.
no one will believe me
about all these temptations
will i be crucified or will i die on the electric
chair? soon eveyone will walk around with little
chairs around their necks or pierced
through their ears
and i always wanted to be cremated. how will i
resurrect?
all these worries and questions crossed his mind when suddenly his eyes fell on the
roaches in the ashtray. he realised that his
vision was caused by smoking too much of that
great Jamaican stuff
he uttered thank god! fuck! and was struck by
lightning.
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
What Would I Be Without My Ladyshave?
suddenly there it was what a beautiful land
hardly any trace of the human race
once the ice was broken we saw the water
wasn't clean neptune was decomposing his
teeth were turning green
the wall is getting whiter and fred'sno longer a
fighter while ahmed's little sister is fighting with
her blister once what i did was pure lately i
collect manure i am an amateur by trade and
war i thoroughly hate
too many useless gadgets are being forced
upon us too many fumes are being coughed
into the air you're like a snail the slime of your
trail you are scum let me keep you dumb you
fight like a bitch a broomstick a witch
you stop breathing the garbage that you're
eating and what about all these beautiful boys
and girls that die far too early yet we never get
to blame this system of competition or the
leaders with no qualms of conscience
i woke up this morning felt like spending money
today
i went to the supermarket and bought me a
ladyshave
the first use was dramatic it made me look like
nick cave but then all the girls started to come
my way what would i be without my ladyshave
now it feels so good that i wish it never
happened to me
(Poetic Terrorism in an Era of Grief)
What's Going On
how can young people be proud of their fat
leaders, be it political or economic, in expensive
grey suits, riding around in over the top
limousines privileges, privileges, unworldly
and antisocial doing shiftwork in dirty halls
with noisy machines for the benefit of an elite
saving and saving, so you can buy a shiny car
and a big house for your wife and kids to live in
once your marriage is over that's your life you
white male caucasian not the few hours of
partying in the disco with your hip new clothes
on, drinking far too expensive drinks and tipping
stereotyped waitresses and violent doormen
before you see paradise by the dashboard light
nor the short family vacation on a sunny beach
with a familiar skyline behind you, complaining
about the food that you're not familiar with
so get off your butt and do something about it
stop being disappointed in politics, while it
wasn't me who elected these Vagabonds In
Power read, think, act! suck the ideas out of
your smarter friends or, for some of you it's
even better to stop doing anything at all,
stop consuming and consuming, stop working
out and riding around in cars get in your
hammock, and while you call the homedelivery
pizza, ask what 'dolce far niente' means
(For Lonely Men to Jerk Off To)
Witch on a Horse With Devil
she's a singer in a low budget rock band, she
phones home every night of the tour
wondering how long to let it ring when the call's
not answered
she's a witch on a horse with devil, the horse's
name is edward
if you don't believe me ask fred, on a horse is
no good way to travel
on the other side of the line the boyfriend cries
i wanna marry you till the judge do us part, I'm
gonna give you everything and take a little bit
more
was it you that called? i was behind the toilet
door
she's a cross of a vampire and an angel, walks
with the fire and talks to the sand
you can break her but when she bends she
bites
(1993 Kuvun Huuto)
Winter
yep, we did it again and now we got a winter at
the tropic of cancer and of cancer there's going
to be plenty. some say it's worth it, others are
hero and dead. i see a list of names, long list of
names. names from different cultures and
languages. they got drafted in the ar-my of the
prince, some of them wasn't heard of ever
since. strauch and blackhead pulling the
strings, do you know how bad a rotten corpse
stinks? they don't care. i bet you guys are very
well aware. the simple fact is that you don't
care as long as they don't make a mess of your
expensive ugliness. about classless Indians
they don't care. about starving africans, about
millions of homeless, about the ozone layer,
about birds in oil they don't care, about the
south pole. but what do you say to a soldier
that's missing a limb or half a brain? don't come
too close son, this white shirt can't take no
bloodstain? if i were you facing them, i would
die of shame when i see lovers and family cry,
i hope you live and die in great pain. ideals i
won't bury mine. a dead cat can have six more
welt het kree gewoare.
(1992 La Sigla Del Sadico Esperto)
Y-a-t'il une vie avant la mort?
tu parles pour te chauffer la tête ton pere a dit
avant de quitter
mais oui ton truc a bien marché ça fait si bien,
ca fait si mal
y-a-t'il une vie avant la mort? c'est sur les murs
de montréal
Ja sitten on aika pudota alas taivaalta
maahanlehtenä. Pudota, leijua, eikä koskaan
saada jalkoja maahan. Kuulla rukoushuudot
minareeteistä ja suudella mustaa kiveä, huulet
rohtuneina ja turvonneina. Olla sade tai polttava
aurinko. Tappaa ja synnyttää. Kuolla ja syntyä.
Valloittaa maailma, tuhota se ja rakentaa
uudelleen. Silloin minä kuulen kuolevien huudot
pimeydesta. Silioin minä kuulen
vastasyntyneiden itkun sairaaloissa tai
kallioiden keskellä.
Näen kolmipäiset kotkat ja tultasyöksevät
lohikäärmeet. Linnakkeiden ampuma-aukoista
välähtelevät kiväärien suut, ja ne liekit.
Palavat viljapellot, aamukasteen ja haihtuvan
sumun. Minä ratsastan tuulen selssä ja näen
ilmakehän. Palan tuhkaksi ja pääsen tahtien
hännille ja sitten jostain sielta kaukaa minä
vilkutan maailmalle ja lähetän postikortin jossa
lukee: "Hei täällä minä olen. Maailman
kaikkeuteen ei ole enää pitkä matka. Palaan
pian! Rakkaudella Anne"
ja osoitteeksi siihen laitan: Maapallo, Poste
Restante, 00100 Helsinki, Finland.
Ja vielä kerran Käännyn vilkuttamaan.
Sitten Käännän katseeni jatkaakseni matkaa.
Hiukset liekeistä hulmuten kohti
äärimmäisyyttä.
Young Guy
I'm a young guy and I'm waiting for your
love flying like a dove over your head It's
like the young guy said
The Indians in their reservations all want a
piece of cake Cake? What cake?
Spacecake. Give me a hit, hit and kick
Moonboots, this is a song about
moonboots
1990 Dance Music for Dying Soldiers)
