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ABSENTEE (ALAMO MIX) Useless words are going away, to the waters of this sea while your breath is getting cold And an empty field around tells 'bout flowers you have loved, bringing flowers to your dusk while your days are vanishing lost somewhere among the tides of your shining (and) hurting sky. So your voice is calling now and I can't believe it's happening here In/at the end of this old night while your hands begin to pray in a new sun without light And your shade is getting close(r) Wrapped in those forgotten dreams (It) gets clearer... writing smiles on my lost lands under grey and bitter rains leading my eyes to the end. And the room is getting bright and I can't... I can't explain myself why Now you're floating in the air Now your laughing in the air with your inexpressive voice Who am I talking to? Know your baby is just a lost name for/to you Know your love is not a ray, (it) couldn't shine in any sky on this endless awful day. So I'll bring them all your tears as they should have seen the world with these eyes with the eyes of unknown years Paint the horizon with your terror, with your litanies of fear. You gave me heaven, so you must die You gave me hell, so you must die. You gave me the whole world. You had no mercy and who has no mercy must die. AFTER WINTER See this place after winter while wind is blowing softly and another night has gone with no sleep and neither noise. "Sisters" are burning in Hell, "brothers" maybe are doing it too. Wrapped in fire or lost with angels till those lies will become truth. Burn and burn my little bed, you should understand my opinion, after all I'm wasting time talking with some hidden idiot. Burn and burn dear useless voice losing you is the best choice, no more lies to say any longer, just some shit to die for. When that Light's vast sea is coming to kiss my head once again, an involuntary dream is getting closer for a while with its warm blue hands of sorrow and draws the past of a blind crowd, when a future made of playing shades appears among the rays. Our lives "dance around fires" that somebody needs to light thinking life is just a star made for boring bunnies' shouts. Time for hearing fairy tales time to thank for all this fun, all the teddy bears are buying brand new tickets to the sun. ALONG THE AVENUES OF HELL Snow stops falling so it'd like to get dirty at the street corners under the dreary March sun. I'd give my own self for this dreadful winter so it doesn't come to an end In Death... within Death... I've got Death... Death... I love this fall full of tears I love this useless downfall somptuos, blessed I won't ever come back. Let me say it... I don't ever want life in me again. Dreadful atrocious life. A finest paradise, the joy of death and garden full of statues without shade And the madness from the deepest pain shore... of the end beaches without any sound from the sea. Infinite and deserted and such unnatural possession of agony and then unconsciousness, so to feel its happy intoxication. I don't accept any sentence from these vile ones towards me or anyone else There is no forgiveness. The end is absolute War will finish I accept death from God and, in Him do I want to die I am the hell that few know. I'm here to meet a few so life falls out, falls down. Speechless. Within the flow of a tortured wind the light falls down, gives up I can't come out Now I'm afraid sometimes it comes back. It doesn't stay long Nobody ever died here inside. Yes... The boat is appearing from a straight canal There it's raining... there inside. Where I'm going...? It's raining, there inside. Having escaped from hell forever I prepare myself for my execution. ANTI-LIGHT Home, silent 'n crying home how many years in your womb... how many years in your womb... Home, silent and crying home. Stars have passed through your shore distant like little flames... Home, silent 'n crying home. Home, crying 'n silent home. Voices often spoke in your cold telephones. Home, silent 'n crying home. Home, silent 'n falling home. ARKHANGEL'SK Ora sento la noia rallenta resta solo nero respiro Sciolgo resti di timori segreti forti lame, nessun peccatore Ora sento che non ho più paura Resta immutato l'enigma solare la sfera si è sciolta, l'inverno ritorna Resta immutato l'enigma solare la sfera si è sciolta, l'inferno è già qua ASCENSION Along these gardens the breeze of May is drifting in the light And all the pictures are holy and lost are burning in the sky. We're on the border, on the wet edge the sparkling of the cross and I see your eyes so far from here flying in the purple dust. Spring is all around you and calls your name softly in the wind Burning when the day is dying she kills the rays of a boundless sun. And falls after years of death eternally on your tears of joy. So feel, feel the hands of glory that will lead you into a golden sea. I see the angels, they come from there, they've crossed the flaming curtain. Your glance is nervous but there's no fear you're waiting for your crown. Spring is all around you and calls your name softly in the wind And falls after years of death eternally on your tears of joy. Starless is the evening door I see your face, your face in the sun and shine in this endless spring forever in the light. Burning when the day is dying and kills the rays of a boundless sun. So feel, feel the hands of glory that will lead you in a golden sea. And shine in this endless spring forever in the light. And shine in this endless spring forever in the light. AT ANY MOMENT NOW I have spent too much time with naughty children. I have given all I could asking no questions. Can't keep quiet any longer while you're forcing yourself to find out a reason for hating me. Chill is coming in and I couldn't give you a shelter, couldn't take to your ghosts anymore. These summer days are going towards an end and soon you'll be realizing what really means being lost in that silence which is neither poetry nor injustice but just a sentence. Killing without knowing what is the reason... "Innocent murderers" I should forgive again... Whatever you gave me will burn without a trace. You should have known what your realm's made of. ATMOSPHERE (note: written by Joy Division) Walk in silence Don't walk away in silence See the danger Always danger Endless talking Life rebuilding Don't walk away Walk in silence Don't turn away in silence Your confusion My illusion Worn like a mask of self-hate Confronts and then dies Don't walk away People like you find it easy Naked to see Walking on air Hunting by the rivers Through the streets Every corner abandoned too soon Set down with due care Don't walk away in silence Don't walk away AURA See the snow and the red flowers in the fall, strains of marble on the angel with crying eyes, Passing shadows in the fire of the last room And like spectres wrap around the ashen sky. Distant words and the last island is now near, Like a Bocklin's picture now the sea is quiet. He is Christ and she is Christ And near the cross They are angels falling in the silent sky. Touch my body for an instant in this dawn, Touch the stone, it's cold like the heart of your church And if you can feel something special in your tears, Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years Because the black names will return To drown the roses of your dreams, Because the stigmata are bleeding Over the sanctuaries of the rain And if you can't forget the pain of this return, It doesn't matter, now the time is not your friend, Remember all you want remember if you want And no one scream and no one tear could give me life. Touch my body for an instant in this dawn Touch the stone, it is cold like the heart of your church And if you can feel something special in your tears, Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years. And all the gates of the cemetery Are closed forever on your reasons. Only mercy's eyes will shine Over the dark lights of your treason. AUSTRIA The lights went out in winter, January nineteen eighty one. Your dreams, your name, your ghost, You cannot know the drama of exile... So many letters, so many years, A slow ship to die. His empty silence / his nervous smile. Really I'm waiting for the last day. His distant eyes / his bleeding past; You don't know where I am. He hold the gift of the martyrs On your endless nights. Wonderful sister of my agony, You sleep alone in the dark. The names of the saints are on the stone, At the feet of the black statue. You sleep alone / your soul is broken In a wasted and silent place. You sleep alone / your soul is fading... In my memory. BEFORE THE DAY COMES Too many stars fall on our eyes Useless words get wasted every moment to protect lazy religions I feel my heart getting inflamed with blood while the sand-glass slowly turns to stupid pawns programmed for breathing Everything looks unchanged: the solution of an aenigma which is late in coming An umpteenth godlike creature leading you to Toyland where everything, everything smells of sadness and nothing allows you to look at it But are we the ones who thoroughly move thanks to the promise of another frame before we start dying once again? Too many stars fall on our eyes BERLIN VIII (note: written by German writer Georg Heym on December the 25th 1910) Schornsteine stehn in großem Zwischenraum Im Wintertag, und tragen seine Last, Des schwarzen Himmels dunkelnden Palast. Wie goldne Stufe brennt sein niedrer Saum. Fern zwischen kahlen Bäumen, manchem Haus, Zäunen und Schuppen, wo die Weltstadt ebbt, Und auf vereisten Schienen mühsam schleppt Ein langer Güterzug sich schwer hinaus. Ein Armenkirchhof ragt, schwarz, Stein an Stein, Die Toten schaun den roten Untergang Aus ihrem Loch. Er schmeckt wie starker Wein. Sie sitzen strickend an der Wand entlang, Mützen aus Ruß dem nackten Schläfenbein, Zur Marseillaise, dem alten Sturmgesang. BLACK HARBOUR / HELMA NAH' SHMARR Ana'n maia nen sa'n Helma nah' shmarr. Ana's maia nen sa'n Helma nah' shmarr. Szeh deh kaen va leh'va Enah kunda mada Shena sikra mirah Hiun ja x'en. Szeh deh kaen va leh'va Enah kunda mada Shena sikra mirah Hiun ja x'en, naeh sceh denal. Ana'n maia nen sa'n Helma nah' shmarr Hyrye wenah' ysal Hon Gunih san. Ana'n maia nen sa'n Helma nah' shmarr Hyrye wenah' ysal Hon Gunih san. Szeh deh kaen va leh'va Enah kunda mada Shena sikra mirah Hiun ja x'en. Szeh deh kaen va leh'va Enah kunda mada Shena sikra mirah Hiun ja x'en. Ylah'en shwah'la Ana'n maia nen sa'n Helma nah' shmarr Hyrye wenah' ysal Hon Gunih san Hyrye wenah' ysal Hon, Abah'don BLUE ROOM Sometimes in the blue room / another dream fades away / velvet as the moon / she lays down and resting stays / So she's seeing / the shadow of life / falls over the bright light / and so on / she's breathing the air / surrounding celestial stairs / And in the bright light / shine all the sparkles in flight / hold me tight / just cross the line / words capture silently / all this time / reminds me now / of islands rising silently / desert zones / and western domes / footsteps sound so lonely / Travelling into dreams / passing season gloved in grey / the feeble dying beam / its pain without ecstasy / so, now / the contact is lost / nothing but a sense of fear / and tonight / the ocean is quiet / it's waters forever dead / and so tell me / why reason and lives / are lost inside unveiled desires / And it's too late / too late to return / from that golden exotic place / Screaming at last / and looking around / all my life lost in / a bridge filled with night. BROKEN MEAT (note: written by Dive) Let me wrap myself gently around your skin let me melt with you over and over again I see flames your burning inside mixed emotions you can't hide Sweet terror precious pain feeling hot feeling mean Like a dog I'm on your feet bronken body's broken meat THE BURNING SEA I hear the barking dogs singing your favourite tune among the growing corn, in this tired summer's flood I see the falling drops I hear your boring groans they sound like casual howls coming from endless shows... No one will get into this place as no one could get out unhurt. No one will find anything else but fixed expressions on a picture. No one can hear, no one can see no one can save me from my past no one can eat my chilly heart no one will escape from this rain. I've understood your thoughts. I've been part of your soul but I never met you before along these corridors. I hear the barking dogs, they sing your favourite tune among the growing corn in this old summer's flood... The game is over, stuff your sun stuff your light, stuff your drugs your cowardice, your mummy's sneer as anyway I'll take you to her. And blindness is coming, coming here to our lost lands, to our regrets. Its kiss is great its hands are cold... So blindness is coming. Coming here. And everything is burning down this lost and paralyzing sea and Donald Duck is smiling from hell and waves his lovely little hand. No one can hear, no one can see no one can save me from my past no one can eat my chilly heart no one will escape from this rain. You legendary idiot shits what have you been thinking with this joke? Where have you been, what have you done what may you say and add and realize? Your conformity, your anarchy your rhetoric, your black old Sundays... The game is over, stuff your sun. Where have you been, what have you done? No one will get into this place as no one could get out unhurt. No one will find anything else but laughing killers in a picture. CENA CHIMICA Stati spasmodici su cavie ipersensibili persistono per dare via libera a strafottuti idoli, ipotetici esoterici con formazione postuma di decimi zolfici Infiammazioni livide di crisi analfabetiche perforano gole strozzate dal vomito Rilassa le parti più gelide per alleviare sintomi di stati post-traumatici Lacerazioni perfide su stomaci sensibili il battito cardiaco è frenato in modo isterico danzano su scheletri crisi epilettiche a ritmi vorticosi di emetici lamenti THE CHRIST Along those ways in the sky of November, Marching souls that I cannot recall, Lost in the cold of this eternal curtain, Raising memories so far from the end. Laying in the silence that lives all around me, I call your name against the wall of this pain, And if it's true that the children are playin' out It's really true I don't know what I'm doing In this old place, In the winter of heaven, I've lost all the things that have broken my dreams, And if the angels are burning their wings here, I've lost the words to whisper them my love. In those deserts of ice, steel and iron, Under the rain that never stops falling, I know, the treasures and jewels are buried Under this rain that cleans the marks of the slaves Don't tell me I'm dreaming 'cos I know what's happening, While all the flowers are praying to despair. To catch their lives in the silence of love, There's no more time, no more place to resist. In this old place in the winter of heaven... There's no more time for us, There's no more place to resist Only our hearts to embrace all these ruins And give them to the light as the final sweet gift In this old place in the winter of heaven... There's no more time, there's no more place to resist In this old place in the winter of heaven... COMING CLOUDS Keep laughing as you have always done and as usual ignoring your extreme weakness will destroy you. Days are over a soft dream dying off a wrong dream dying off. I see you waking moving, talking I don't understand what else you've got... you've got to save Logic's not here You built hell but I was not with you. Days of silence invade the soul they terrify beyond god's scream No more prayers, only shapes only shades to delete. Falling, falling and feeling out this deep old pain. A destroyed mind almost burned eyes not knowning how long. This light goes on shining, blinding what still remains. This light goes on shining burning. COMMUNIQUÈ (note: this is the full text of the message featured in the VIDEO track) The idea to write this piece of buffoonery came to us recently, after the situation concerning our band, little by little started getting more and more stressful as well as chaotic due to an external campaign designed to damage and even sabotage the activity of the band. Real propaganda in every sense against us and totally based on biased falsities would like to inform our fans and people in general that Kirlian Camera indeed, is a neo-nazi and racist band. Even from the beginnin of our activity with our present name there were inherent problems but recently the "democratic hand" (or at least presumed so) which is hostile towards us has shown an admirable determination in trying to spread informations which can harm us. It is clear that we are fed up of being considered "criminals" by various political groups who flaunt traditions of democratic struggle as well as vast cultural knowledge but are not even able to report precise news about us, in fact they choose, wich success the way of pure defamation. It is strange to think that all this happens without any checks and the first people to be amazed by this are ourselves and our public. It is strange to think that this "New Holy Inquisition" is supported by very notable entities such as the large circulation media, but all of this is happening and there are no doubts about this. The need to write this strange and unusual communiquè is therefore the result of the negation of our most basic rights, among which the right to free speech, since almost nobody agrees to let us refute the declarations about us, denying us space in the media which is instead only allowed to our opponents. Let's look at a few examples... In edition 17 of the German weekly "Der Spiegel" on sale from the 26 April 1999, four pages were dedicated to the Littleton massacre in Colorado which happened in spring this years where two students called Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris killed twelve of their school mates and wounded a number of others. One can understand the interest of various media and information organizations. What is not so understandable however, is the fact that a certain German sociologist called Alfred Schobert, once interviewed by Mr. Martin Wolf, declared that the members of Kirlian Camera go around blissfully giving nazi salutes in public and spreading propaganda on the subject. Mr. Schobert seems intent on demonstrating that bands like ours are to be held at least partly responsible for events such as the one in Littleton and makes false statements in a major national and international publication like "Der Spiegel", which in turn denies via fax the right to reply of one of our external representatives who asked for the possibility to refute such statements. The reason for this refusal seems to come from the fact that several eye witnesses claim to have seen us give "nazi salutes" in public. This is not possible, since a fact of this kind has never occured, and what's more, the use of the plural form would tend to involve all members of the group. It may have happened only in a couple of occasions that only Angelo Bergamini showed a "salute" indicating belonging both to the extreme left as well as the extreme right, not to mention various religious doctrines and in particular the Christian one. Someone might have noticed something in the beam and hand motion above the beam which occurs when one wants to modulate the sound of the Roland MC-505 synthesizer (which has a device which is similar to the old Theremin on it). This is a confused movement which is similar to the gesture in question, but it is beyond any doubt that no nazi salute has ever been given on stage. What Mr. Schobert and his friends are trying to demonstrate is very serious. Very serious indeed because it is completely distorted and truly persecutory. We are not here to apologize or to profess a political faith, rather we are here to formally ask that these people be limited in their attemps, carried out in bad faith; therefore we are also here to claim the right of the public to unbiased information. Those who have been asking us for for awhile to take a definite political slance to calm the ever increasing number of accusations and threats (even death threats) against our band. No, we are not here to take a stance since the right to a secret vote exists and every citizen can exercise this right in a country presumed to be democratic. We would not like to discover that for KC this right has been denied. Indeed, we do not think that our political beliefs (if they should exist) are relevant and we repeat our intention to demonstrate that an "official position" in one direction or another is not our obligation, and this should not lead to us being considered racist, as other self-proclaimed "democratic" organizations would like to happen. Not long ago, on the 2nd of August 1998 we held a concert in Berlin and we were informed that a person from a radio station (whose name we still don't know because of the usual accomodating silence) had encouraged the listeners not to come to our show as we were to be considered "neo-nazi and racist" again. Our singer-collaborator and friend Nancy Appiah (pseudonym of Grace Osei) who is dark skinned and was born in Ghana doesn't understand much about European politics but she knows that nobody in this band has ever shown her a lack of respect or given her problems because of the ethnic race she belongs to. She has played with us live and recorded with us in the studio, even appearing a few times in our official group line up, as photographs could demonstrate. It is therefore strange that nobody has ever noticed her! Yey, at present, we are one of the very rare European groups, in our musical area, which works with a "coloured" collaborator also when playing live. Maybe we are the only ones at present. Why, therefore, do those interviewers who ask us leading questions about our presumed racism, almost never remember Grace and the fact that our in "incriminating track" called "Erinnerung" we sing lyrics by the Jewish-German poet August Stramm?!? Let's say there existed a case of us being extreme right-wing... But how have we shown ourselves to be intolerant, racist and anti-semetic, since even our ex-guitarist / keyboard player Paul David Sears, involved officially with the band from 1982 to 1985 was Jewish, as was our ex-producer Allan Goldberg who worked with us from 1982 to 1987...?!? Could it be that they are all masochistic?!? In KC there has always been space for any race or ideology without any restriction. We have always demonstrated in a concrete sense, how people with different ideological views and from different races can live together and actually have a close relationship based on true respect and friendship. We have been one of the few to be so active in this sense. Therefore, we were a little surprised by the anti-KC demonstration held in Utrecht in Holland at the end of October 1997, where we had gone to play. Somebody told us that it had been organized by the antifascist organization "Antifa", but personally we wouldn't be in a position to confirm it. The above-mentioned organization may do it themselves since it seems that wherever possible... they try to sabotage our concerts, circulating strange declarations about us via the various channels of information available today, eg. e-mail, fax, etc. Clearly, we give the Antifa organization the possibility to reply or explain better and confirm the suspicion that we may be part of an extreme right-wing organization. If we were to have this reply, then we could be aware of all the so-called crimes committed by us, and if they were to be revealed once again to be inexistant, then maybe it would be the case to point out, even legally, that someone is really going beyond the limits allowed by the law, assuming that at this point someone still cares about what the law says, as we are tempted to think. Once again antifascist organizations are threatening the peaceful progress of our European tour in Autumn of this year and already one can see the first results: our appareance at the Duer festival (Belgium) which should have taken place on 10th July 1999 was cancelled due to fears about public disorder. If this were true, one would be facing a veiled... threat, so we will try to shed some light on this umpteenth little alarming chapter. The fear to find oneself in front of a worrying and sinister enemy must certainly have prompted the article by a certain Fabrizio Marcheselli in the Italian daily newspaper "Gazzetta di Parma" published on 8th January 1998, where one gets the sensation that KC are actually, a neo-nazi band. Marcheselli, after an interview based on questions to Angelo Bergamini, carefully omitted certain points made by the group member concerning three directions like Babenko, Visconti and Fassbinder (who they have never been fascists and, on the contrary, have often showed appreciation of left-wing politics). These points were of real appreciation. Once again, the videos projected by us during the performances turned out to be to worrying politically, with their quotes of Tarkovskij, Pasolini, Leni Riefenstahl, Liliana Cavani and others, and by the various film clips, including even a well-known top model, probably considered by some to be the reincarnation of Eva Braun! Recently, an organization called "Grufties Gegen Rechts" declared on the Internet that our videos are inspired by the nazism and our band is used to give "nazi-salutes" in public (?!?!?). The fax-addresses of this group are +49.(0)421.3777511 (Bremen / Germany) and +49.(0)381.454310 (Rostock / Germany). We apologize to whoever has bought this CD for deciding to insert this information in what should be, in our opinion "a normal means of spreading music", but there was little alternative choice since very few people give the space to reply in, as already mentioned. Maybe it's better if ideas circulate and people don't accept "the silence game" to which it sometimes seems we are condemned. We know that seldom, has a group before now, opted for such a radical choice and we accept responsability and we will face the consequences, however damaging they may be for the existence of Kirlian Camera itself. But we want our public to be aware of what is happening and finally know the reason why sometimes they have to go home without our concert having taking place. If they told you that we had measles you mustn't believe them unless we subsequently confirm it ourselves. This communiquè therefore seeks to represent a particular stance taken and a declaration of war (not bloody) against whoever is organizing the latest inquisitions, and restate the right to respect for any political or religious orientation as well as whoever adopts a position, or to express the concept better, "for who takes positions which are not tolerated by the Modern Inquisition". This war started a long time before us. This communiquè is a declaration of adhesion to that war. DAYS TO COME (OFFICIAL VERSION) Don't be sad and come, come to lock out of the windows in a wasted morning, this lost and menacing sky is yours, it's just my gift, my gift for you. Only my hate still remains, only closed eyes and hazy shouting which are dying out so lazily while everything shatters my idiot plans. Let's go for a walk to foggy streets, foggy like the dreams we dreamt about and keep on staying alive in the frozen dreams which somebody sings the praises of. Here is just the hand of your cruel friend, in a silence "vie" with no return, then you push me back, back to the tiredness where I come from... alone? Maybe time ago I did give up, losing something I was fond of, but there is no trick, no lack of awareness, if I look back. Some hours again, in the loss's sun, and also your eyes will get a flower, born among the new fear of the crowd, born while waiting crimes to come. I have open eyes and I still breathe and I breathe pure wrath in the cut air, and believe me scorn is not enough for this heaven. And I breathe the streets of loneliness even though they told I was dead and I can't forget the boundless winter and what it whispers. Only for your eyes I might cry, but I cannot look, cannot look at you. I have joy and death within myself. I have joy and death. DEAD ZONE IN THE SKY (VINTAGE SOLUTION MIX) There's an obscure place in the sky holding momories of what really occours Nobody knows where it is, not even God, and its gate is lost in the mist. There's no bright praying, nor your name's sound. It holds the shapes, shapes of souls, the dead zone in the sky. There's no bright praying, no name's sound. It holds the shapes, shapes of ghosts. The dead zone in the sky. The past of the ones going there will be erased, not found any more. There, the final space where some lives will succeed in dying, becoming eyes. There you'll become silent death living invisible as God himself. There, in the final space where some lives will succeed in dying, becoming eyes. DEATH OF A MAN (note: written by Death In June) Suffocate! In our shroud of regrets Where wars of idealism Are fought - and lost! To the bitter angels of our nature Where our shadow falls in tears Time turns voices into stone Where our shadow falls in tears Time turns voices into stone Death whispered on angel's frozen breath Borne down by hoary wings A butcher's kiss A butcher's caress Where our shadow falls in tears Time turns voices into stone Where our shadow falls in tears Time turns voices into stone THE DESERT INSIDE I saw their faces go away towards the shining sun and everything reminds of their names but I can't explain this cold. And houses, houses all around, across this uselessness. I'm using all the words I can... Can you understand an ill soul...? There is not anything simpler than this sense of defeat and the dreams which remain unchanged, like monuments to pity. And I will wake up one morning after sorrowful long years giving ice and snow to earth on the wings of a lost heart. And then I will kill the daylight and its shameful poor old tricks, 'cause your smile is just the only thing I need to save in me. This winter is calling me, with its sad angels, around. Outside. I loro volti andare via verso il sole infinito e tutto mi ricorda i loro nomi in questo gelo e luci e case tutte intorno questo niente dentro ed uso tutte le parole e il cuore, inutilmente. There is not anything simpler than this sense of defeat and the dreams which remain unchanged, like moments to pity. And the air seems to be still, and no one may feel the kiss of those cold and gentle lips which give the merciful first rest. Just an icy heaven's rising on the ashes of the world, turning off flaming horizons with his boundless frozen dawns. This desert of ice is calling me... me again, with his large arms of loneliness. This desert of ice is calling me... me again, 'cause he's the father of mine. The desert inside. DRIFTING So here I am close to these windows, watching those eyes just for a frame, feeling I can't stand that reflection, while everything flies into flames. Thank you my friends for giving me kindness, for understanding what I need, forgetting you will be not so hard. All that remains. All that remains. And here's to you your beloved ghost. The things I've seen in me are lost. Dear lovers you... you know who I am, thank you for having killed me so gently, for all the tears I cannot cry. All that remains is just a fool who talks with monsters you don't see. All that remains is just "bare wisdom". I beg you tell me silent words 'cause every time I close my eyes a scary light denies my sleep and a well-known terror suffocates me. So please I beg you let me fade giving me your warm lost hand to hold on to. All that remains is just sleep. All that remains. All that remains. ECLIPSE Watching those flowers burning out tonight Screams and soft lovers, memories of a fight. Slowly the clouds are fading into a cage, While from my hands is falling another page... Dreams and lost days are burning in the past, Velvet black rays are drifting now so fast, And in the great light I cannot see no more Where is the right side, where is the golden door. Mornings and colors are playing out of here, Because I don't remember the memories of fear, The aura of the moondawn is loosing her contours, Sweet angels of heaven are missing their return. Echoes of whispers so similar to paint, Distant, so distant, like diamonds in the rain, And if for a moment there lights are on your lips, I know, there's no answer, but a wonderful eclipse. EDGES the night's filters do not respond sweat is dropping on the pillow and my mind is in a larger agitation which is pressing the temples echoes of wind / echoes of wind my hand are searching your fingers the death of sleep and the artificial caress i wait for the morning time around the night in silence the watcher dreams the joy that man was in the garden the devils are waiting echoes of wind / echoes of wind my hands are searching your fingers behind that door there's somebody calling edges have no end EINTRITT IN DIE FABRIK Lachen über das Schicksal der Besten Lachen über die Schoepfung Gottes Lachen über den Haß der Helden Den Tag oder den Krieg wählen ... Sollen wir eintreten? THE END OF DAY And at the end of day, pain's getting real as no more light could shine for thousands of years Where is the gentle haze that brings on the peace Father of fear you ate the dark heart of night Mind weeping rides away tired of these long white nights in silence I percieve the years rolling by for it's a puzzling feeling that grows so much inside, inside, inside my dream tired and trembling I hide A long night should feed the dawn but no light dwells here The way to find the sun seems so distant now Father of fear, my Lord, what are you for real? You gave my aching heart to the wind from the abyss Tollings of the new sun have the same noise of dreams while things just fall apart and I can't resist and like in troubled waters I might now drown so inside, inside my dream tired and trembling I go And death mows with her wing as darkness drops down again and wish I had courage now equal to my desire and have that proud look shining in my eyes, as though I had gazed, gazed for days into the burning sun EPITAPH (note: written by King Crimson) The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath As silence drowns the screams. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying. Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rules. The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools. ERINNERUNG (note: words taken from a poem by August Stramm) Welten schweigen aus mir raus Welten, Welten Schwarz und fahl und Licht! Licht im Licht! Glühen, Flackern, Lodern Weben, Schweben, Leben Nahen, Schreiten, Schreiten All die weh verklungenen Wünsche All die herb zerrungenen Tränen All die barsch verlachten Ängste All die kalt erstickten Gluten Durch den Siedstrom meines Blutes Durch das Brennen meiner Sehnen Durch die Lohe der Gedanken Stürmen, stürmen Bogen bahnen Regen wegen Dir Den Weg Den Weg Den Weg Zu mir! Dir Den Weg Den ich umbrausten Dir Den Weg Den du umträumten Dir Den Weg Den flammenzerrissenen Dir Den Weg Den unbegangenen Nie Gefundenen Weg Zu Mir! THE ETERNAL (note: written by Joy Division) Procession moves on, the shouting is over Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone Talking aloud as they sit round their tables Scattering flowers washed down by the rain Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden Watching them pass like clouds in the sky Try to cry out in the heat of the moment Possessed by a fury that burns from inside Cry like a child, though these years make me older With children my time is so wastefully spent A burden to keep, though their inner communion Accept like a curse an unlucky deal Played by the gate at the foot of the garden My view stretches out from the fence to the wall No words could explain, no actions determine Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall EXPLOSIVE DIE Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte non è certo un turbamento per noi microbi astuti ma il teorema rimane irrisolto e il nemico lancia il dado sbagliando la mira This is the deceit of hate in binding us to our enemy in a close embrace This is the obscenity of war in the intimacy of blood reciprocally mixed into a bleak intersection lustful closeness of two soldiers stabbing to each other staring at their eyes virile sacrality of trouble E intanto il nemico inesistente lancia il dado esplosivo Caressed by the wish of blood we drink blameable tastes on our bodies like old daydreaming widows' coiffure Diamond-like mounted skeletons are now watching over our breath but, by now, are useless spectators of a useless empty curtain shut up in the oblivion of a mind which won't dream anylonger E intanto il nemico inesistente lancia il dado esplosivo sbagliando la mira THE FOURTH RAY OF LIGHT Every night the air covers itself with blood and on awakening everything returns as before The icy wind is following our existence and we talk about strange dreams Something is coming here but nobody knows what war is and nobody fights From up there it looks like a movement of small coloured pies and it would be funny if somebody realizes it but to be merciful with idiots is wrong and the truth lies hidden behind a few leafs I look through a window your steps carrying you away invincible, disenchanted steps Every night the air covers itself with blood and on awakening everything returns as before FÜR IMMER Ein engel ist geworden... Deine tränen weinen die nacht herein, hoffnungslos weiss, stumm; langsam. Große stille schneeflocken. Deine tränen weinen die nacht herein und dein körper geknentet aus schnee. Wir liegen katt und tot, ums weckt kein singen, keines friedens grüß. Nicht für uns... Wir harren whol der aufer stehung zu, tag um tag, wie ein geweither dolch unsre totensonne schlitz. Der lorberkranz, der heilige leib... tage zertrummert, marteriahre. ... Und schauer von licht. Oh, diese augen den weitenhimmel leeren... Es hat der schnee über nacht... meine totenmaske gemacht. THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (note: written by Europe) We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back, To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown... We're heading for Venus and still we stand tall Cause maybe they've seen us and welcome us all With so many light years to go and things to be found I'm sure that we'll all miss her so. HEAVEN'S CORRIDOR (DYING CULTURE) (note: written by :wumpscut:) "I'm interrupting something, you were explaining Jack, How we'd be better off without him around here" Dying culture Don't abuse me You'll need me soon Fighting for You i'll tear up your bodies Taste the sweet smell of blood Slow death i cause And nightmares i bring Dying culture No more money counts Only a fear of senseless praying Dying culture Your blood's on my hands Dying culture Was there an ending What was on your mind Your own breed collapsed Suffered from cancer Taste the sweet smell of plague Dying culture It's the last time i squirt the poison of truth Into your swelled body Dying culture Your blood's on my hands No one will stop me The blossom of death So feel my cape covering mankind Dying culture Your blood's on my hands On my hands Fuck you Dying culture Your blood's on my hands HEAVEN'S DARKEST SHORE 1 Don't tell me that you are not really alive Oh how many dreams I'm having in this life Sometimes I see the daylight, but prefer to look over its whitish borders, going with my eyes over the memory of it. Just a hazy memory, not even so nice She was a completely drunk, was laying on the bed. That time I recognized the place surely better, feeling distant even more. She went on asking me to hold her tight. Her skin was so warm. Then I pushed her head on the frozen grass while the first snowflakes were falling down. She suddenly turned to me with insane demon-eyes. She was feeling hurt and won. I let her go away. Flat with no warm rooms shone in those year's anguish, at night, when their mouths had been singing with that voice Their paralyzing voice, and when their screams became my music itself. So, where will you take me once I talk to you? Take me away because it's too late. Now I'm getting better I always laugh. Yes, I always laugh. HELDENPLATZ Silent so silent and silently One tear for my years White days after white days The old churches still remembering Whispers and souls of youngmen in love And now I recall the warm heart of my emotion The silence all around the snowy gardens And late at night the last open cafe in a dark street Down some stairs She's gone into a distant light Silent so silent and silently One stone for my years And all the others are gone The silence all around the snowy gardens And late at night the last open cafe In a dark street down some stairs The fable's ending Vienna is still shining Her chant cuts with a lament The dying sunset beams Blue blood of Winter She's gone into a distant light THE HIDDEN VOICES I have looked at the light one last time into the light as I had nothing to lose. Colours... Colours, show me those killing colours friends of your best hours, the special depth of your soul. Amaze me with your voice the same one I've ever heard among invisible... colours. But today you're elsewhere. I don't know why every star is a failure shining in somebody's hidden dreams... Oh sure, so your dreams come true... So, I'm waiting still, So, I'm seeing this great show, blessing your kind soul. No, there is no chance to talk to my dog, as everybody says I've to await my turn... All that you touch sounds, all that you tell shines, wonderful night friend what may we do, now?!? Bringing tears to your eyes believe me it's so sad... Then I no longer expected you to come. Sure, we will have fun leafing through your pages... My dear sweet blue eyes, for sure you didn't know that mercy itself is here. So love me, dear ghost on this opaque shore. The head of my dog will be our great food. I AM THE LIGHT I know all the waters 'round me now are flowing to the sea and every spoken word is a cancer that slowly kills this hope in deep and all the shadows on the curtain are only traitors of a dream... So, please, come to my empty lost room because the lights are getting white and then the figures on these ice walls are cutting fingers in my head and I'm not joking, I'm seeing they're coming over my trembling and unsteady legs. So you go on to say the waters are only rivers to the sea, but please, remember I'm so tired and your rat-words make me afraid. So my dear father and my good mother my nightmares are your good friends. My tears are vain and I've no more voice, for all these years I screamed my name. The glasses hide my tortured twilight I've no more time to turn now back. Why don't you know the spring is rising...? You cannot follow me, because I'm dead. I am the light, now... I am the light. THE ICE WING I see your body laying down what are you doing ?.. You're joking... I hear you laughing I hear you laughing so, come, wake up it's time to go why don't you move your legs I'll tell you a story in your room when we'll be back home so, don't you be so uncertain can you remember me? I will take you in my friendly arms and I will see you in the sun we will go everywhere you want and you'll smile forever it's time to kill the sea itself and every breath of life I don't want to see anymore those faces all around and I will eat their pulsing hearts under the rain of glory so don't you be so uncertain can you remember me ? the time has come to kill the light arrogant witness of the skies the icy wing is rising up to kill awfull horizons so don't you be so hesitant the CORRIDOR is shining please don't you be so scared can you remember me ? THE ICY DAWN A lifeless first sun ray is knocking at the dawn while drifting tries to save me while drifting tries to find me. ... And silent his shadow is floating upon here and seems to breathe this warm air and wants to forget the fog outside in vain. Your silent lost eyes recall the fall and nothing will trouble our far fading souls. A deep endless sleep is taking away all sounds and dreams from life THE IMMATERIAL CHILDREN In the dark, every shape creates flashes of fear and this night's chilly breath is shaking my thoughts like old autumn leaves. Sometimes I'm happen to dream... and I don't know the truth. I'm seeing you... just seeing you... again... holding out for a non-existent guilt, for every repressed scream. You waited... waited... but your mother was not looking at you and your not many years were freezing the room and all of the eyes around there. When I saw you... you were dead. Then, I saw a shadow passing by So I got a bit confused. Don't dry your tears, Now they must see your pain... IN THE ENDLESS RAIN Dead cities. Me inside me. Spring's coming from you in this solitude. Lost in the true of death. Sands. Icy Miami Cyborgs Icy Miami Cyborgs, Inside, inside... These men without my eyes, they don't know, they don't know. The warm wind's calling from the sea. Waters in which I'm drifting. Golden desertical beachs. Eternal love, eternal cry. I see the windows, I see Uranie hotel from the inside, old chairs on the edge of the wall of shadows, and all that I love... Dad is dead in my arms, and so, all each others.. Mother! The trees rebirth around him how can I explain it to myself..? Lights of life, lights of life so near to me, one step again, only one in your rain; laying on the sand.. Rain's falling on his body. There's a point in that immensity, in the obscure ocean. And now Miami is dead, Wet sands... wet sands... IRGENDWO (note: written in 1957 by German poet Ingebord Bachmann as "Im Gewitter Der Rosen") Wohin wir uns wenden im Gewitter der Rosen, ist die Nacht von Dornen erhellt, und der Donner des Laubs, das so leise war in den Büschen, folgt uns jetzt auf dem Fuß. JULIA DREAM (note: written by Roger Waters) Sunlight bright upon my pillow Lighter than an eiderdown Will she let the weeping willow Wind his branches round Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Every night I turn the light out Waiting for the velvet bride Will the scaly armadillo Find me where I'm hiding Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams Will the misty master break me Will the key unlock my mind Will the following footsteps catch me Am I really dying Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams JUSTICE Those eyes were staring at me through the glass. A silent face filled with anger filled with blind hate and despair. I couldn't say anything more and I couldn't clear my name. I've been sentenced 'cause I've been dreaming but it's too easy to say these things... And the eyes will stare at me again through the cold glass of the whole world. And they'll sentence me again all those moments I feel myself falling down. So they'll sentence me again for the wrong things I have made all days when I've been thinking I would have lost my strenght. In the end they did find me and my weapons were stained with blood Don't remember... but I would swear I have been not really harmed. So, they did find the corpses which I don't remember having killed. One cold morning after a restless night I remember I was trembling had a blinding light in my brain and my eyes were so tired... Yes, a blinding light was coming down coming down to my eyes. What would be the point of telling the truth when everybody wants me to forget about it...? KOBNA DOB (THE SINISTER SEASON) Vi{e me ne pla{i buka Gotovo da je ni ne ˜ujem Dole u dvori{tu stoji par koraka Jesu li to koraci za mene? Tek jedno maleno ubistvo... Ponekad, deca se igraju Smeju se, preziru Ki{a staje Smem li sada iza}i? To je samo jo{jedna smrt Koja ne}e kasniti K-PAX A sunny morning, almost spring, your drowsy smile grey like a kiss some weary lover would have given to a glorious jewel from the abyss. Where are the hours of your rising night...? Worn-out and incredibly bright... And then again we both wake up saying hello to our own world a dust like gold was everywhere filling the room, the reborn air unseen a spetter was waiting for that invincible soldier. He had my eyes and my cruel heart my secret days, my chilling flames was near to you while staying apart watching his days lost in a game made for some ghosts looking like him but I can swear he had a dream. A sunny morning, maybe March And now must turn my face to you, I must realize what is that arch enemy looking for your blue but willing and merciful arms. Don't say a word. The world has gone. K-SPACE-Y 1 In every death there shines a star. Every sorrow recalls frames of a no return to life. May you see the brightness of lost distant Jupiter's rings? One day sunrise never will come. No return to life. Flashes of life chase each others. Would have cried all my tears... down there I found my breath. And heart doesn't beat anymore but life's dreaming into dread. Mars sky's layers are licking me. No return to life. LEARNING TO LIVE A warm, peaceful river flows down there. Blue horizons on your head... You are lucky, get relaxed... Do believe me, everything is running fine we are here just for you, trying to save you and keep you calm You're not lost, so don't care if you see any shining 'round your bed, in that room So be strong, and hold on. There's a place near this house and your daddy will take you there... So talk to me, no, don't lose your will now... A warm, golden river that flows filled with mice... ........ Little mice, little world, just a kingdom to belong to... ........ Little world, little mice, just a kingdom to belong to... No she's not able to speak to anybody else but her dreams, she's a fool, she's a lunatic, she's never really existed... just a joke of your mind... So, come on, make your choice... Save the whales / Kill the flies Don't eat meat / Don't kill pigs / Save the planet / Save your soul Get left-wing / Get right-wing / Read Bukowski, don't waste time! ... And be kind, and be grateful / Tell me how you're so special Buy a flat and some pet / and do not forget your roots! Trust in Satan, he's the truth / Anyway you're nothing... nothing And inside you are God, you are free, you are my son. Keep on taking drugs and pills... Got addicted? Get cleared out! Let's change treatment / Drink less coffee... There's a light in the sky. "Welcome to you all, come to me call by phone and excuse me if I don't speak so well... Let your friends come with you!". She's never really existed... just a joke of your mind... Keep on taking sedatives... There's a light in the sky. LETTER TO MY KILLER Here again, speaking with you... and it's September. Here the two of us. So many the written sentences to be ashamed of, in which I can't accept myself. Your always beeing there almost made me believe you didn't exist or, at least any longer. You think I'm only speaking to my own self. It's logical and seems to be right. Though for the first time you seem different maybe you're not afraid of me any longer. Soon it'll be morning and I'll hear again these ludicrous birds singing. Come and sleep with me. Let's try to rest. I know you'd laugh, you feel agitated. You don't believe in sleeping. What else could I do if not talk to you... This closeness is very gloomy but sometimes, it seems to let me breathe. I can take it for Paradise. Where is the child...? Tell me, if you can do so. Now, someone comes in... THE LIMIT Everybody is sleeping now I've been traveling for hours Outskirts' first lights start to appear down there I've always liked these cold and gloomy underpasses. But I think I would like to fly away... Yes, I think I would like to fly away. I don't know what they're dreaming about I don't know how they are able to sleep. We have been talking a lot, today We have been laughing more than ever. These lost nights... These lost nights succeed in calming me down. Some days ago we have lost the way, we had been going the wrong way So, we decided to stop there drawing up the car to the side... Then we lit a cigarette remaining there for a while Countryside was so flat flat and quiet There was no hill around that pale sun and corn was slightly rippling. We'll wake up a bit later, tomorrow Tonight we sleep more. Yes, we'll keep on dreaming... keep on dreaming. LOOKING FOR EUROPE (note: written by Sol Invictus) He went looking for Europe, took love in his hand With eyes of sunlight, like burning sand Went to the west, rode to the east Heard of life and honour, looked into the eyes of the beast Stood in a city, in the gold house of whores Said: "I'm looking for Europe", then you're looking for war Sat on the throne of Arthur, held Boudica's sword Kissed the flags of the great, beneath the towers so tall Climbed up the hillside, where the eagle still flies Said: "I'm looking for Europe", well be ready to cry He walked to the forest, to the lair of the wolf Said: "I'm looking for Europe, I'll tell you truth." Some find it in a flag, some in the beat of a drum Some with a book, and some with a gun Some in a kiss, and some on the march But if you're looking for Europe, best look in your heart MAY Maybe it's the wind The wind of May That screams for us Endlessly Maybe it's the wind The wind of May That cries for us Without a rest And maybe it's the wind The wind of May Calling his children Forever lost Maybe it's the wind The final light... And when your're dying And can't go on For years and years So far from home The last sweet home So far from here When everything dies The nights don't give Their final rest... There's only Sun A hateful Sun MEINE NÄCHTE SIND HEISER ZERSCHRIEEN... (note: written by German poet Ernst Wilhelm Lotz) Meine Nächte sind heiser zerschrieen. Eine Wunde, die riß. Ein Mund Zerschneidet gläsernes Weh. Zum Fenster flackerte ein Schrei herein Voll Sommer, Laub und Herz. Ein Weinen kam. Und starke Arme drohten. Ein Gram schwebt immer über unsern Nächten. Wir zerren an den Decken Und rufen Schlaf. Ein Strom von Blut wellt auf Und spült uns hoch, wenn spät der Morgen grünt. MERCY (note: written by Dive) Holy god holy and strong holy and immortal have mercy on us have mercy on us Let the rain wash our tears away let the water free our soul from sin don't let evil come into our heart it will makes his home there Holy god holy and strong holy and immortal have mercy on us have mercy on us MISSION DIARY 1 Logbook. Up here, in this part of the sky, each nerve transmits sounds. Dimensional space is cancelled, and there's no interruption in its purity. The desert is nothing, now... There are no falling sleeves, here, no day reminds of another, as no instant is similar to another. No life crosses any other lives, and never will do... as every being has been conceived for a sole aim, and is held in a page apart. Lunar vista is a source into oblivion, It shines with a light which is not comparable to any possible atmosphere, simply, with refinement. Chill and dream both become questions, There's no breath any longer and the eyes will remain shut. Here stars don't belong to any painter's poor vision and every entity is comparable with infinity. Thought analyses itself on diagrams of everlasting light and heaven loses its borders. MOON IS GETTING CLOSER I can't talk to you any longer... sure. Don't you see anything coming, getting closer, now? Yes, it's the hazy moon still, motionless and cold Yes, just the summer moon still, motionless and tired. Moon is getting near to calm down your fear. This flight has been easy get ready to get off. Yes, it's the dreamy moon still, motionless and cold Just the hazy moon... Now your heart is going away. NEFERTITI ONE (Year 2005. A small but powerful spaceship called "Nefertiti One", only containing the corpse of a beautiful 33 year-old woman, has been launched to space, for the purpose of making possible extraterrestrial intelligent forms of life admire human beauty at its best. The body has been teatred with CS4BETA2, a revolutionary mummifying process created by the Canada-based firm Innovative Icon Laboratoires. Nefertiti One should be in a position to travel by space one thousand years approximately, before becoming a wreckage lost into eternity) Blue suns, crystal and soundless. Right the third year after departing. Meanwhile, down on the mother, another ape is feeling sad. Lasting fine scent as a human impossible history made by French or Italian liars, tattoed lipstick and grey eyes thrusted in your sculptural mournful sleep. On earth, October's last blossoms are smelling intense filled with life one minute before getting shadows. While like an enemy you're going towards the final empty exile to glorify a far off decline. Your arms today look slighly tanned as maybe stars have touched your skin, going beyond the proof blue crystal. A new world is coming up to your ship tomorrow's dawn will see the shape of a star sanctuary's dream valley. NIGHT PARADE Now night is falling china dolls open their eyes heedless of those presents Besides, everything, everything is silence and the eyes of the others are sealed by a sound sleep Often the dolls begin to dance but sometimes their tears are so irrepressible so irrepressible, unrestrainable that cover whole beds swelling their face Then they nearly get breathless until they feel they're suffocating They know they shall not be able to die They keep on smiling but their lips get bigger and softer and their face gets torn Something starts moving inside the stillness of their own matter like a worm devouring them ... Meanwhile they keep on dancing NIMETÖN KIRJE ecov aim al è non atseuq. outiba im ocop nu opod, am, isratsefinam arbmes, etnemarar es ehcna, amsatnaf ehclauq. eniduteiuqni otnes, otnat ingo, ottut etnatsonon, am. itnetrevid, etlov a, izna, ivittac onos non. azneserp orol al eritnes onnaf otnat ingo ehc inimo iloccip itnat onos ic, irossecorp i ortned, ivac i art e erotartsiger oim leN A NOTHING LIFE (note: written by Sixth Comm) I think of you now standing all alone In a life that's passed a time that's gone before A quick pain will come to close your tired eyes There's no more hurt there's no more loving ties And sweet Jesus talks, talks with bastard lies The smell of the soil, evergreens the pines and ice Was tortured and bled in a nothing life Now tortured and dead for a nothing life My brothers in woe, my brothers in war And they are still standing, standing all alone Desider of fate a child insane A face that tells all things wise That face of youth has shrivelled and died My brothers in woe, my brothers in war OBSESSION (note: written by Animotion) You are an obsession. I cannot sleep. I am a possession, unopened at your feet. There's no balance, no equality. Be still, I will not accept defeat. I will have you, yes I will have you. I will find a way and I will have you. Like a butterfly, oh wild butterfly, I will collect you and capture you. You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me? You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me? I feed you, I'm thinking by day and by night. I need you, I need you by sun and candelight. You protest. You want to leave. Be safe, there's no alternative. Yes there he is again. I see the fugitive. But I see danger, strange everywhere. A circumstance in your naked dreams. Your affection is not what it seems. You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me? You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me? My fantasy has turned to madness and now my goodness has turned to badness. The need to possess you has consumed my soul. My life is trembling, I have no control. I will have you, yes I will have you. I will find a way and I will have you. Like a butterfly, oh wild butterfly, I will collect you and capture you. You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me? You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me? THE PATH OF FLOWERS Sadly every night I pour wine in the silver glass you loved Sadly once again I drink your past and close my eyes sitting near you, empty. And still I am here with your smile thrusted in my heart every night. All the words all the downs all the men all the shame all the lies all the ruins all the sounds all the damned suns all the beasts all the bastard sons are about to know who you were RIVER OF NO RETURN Lost in this final night I look at those words That I have seen dry In every missing day... And see I'm falling down, Too down to get in. And the lights now are phantoms in the dawn. River of no return. River of no return. The memories are so thin And like tears are glittering In a short distant ray So so vanishing. And so baby, Don't look so sad at my hands And so the spectres... 'Cause I'm no more here... River of no return, River in which I'm drifting now, River, the edges are waitin' in your hotel Of no return. River Of no return, River in which I'm drifting now. SCHLIEßE MIR DIE AUGEN BEIDE (note: written by Alban Berg/Theodor Storm) Schließe mir die Augen beide mit den lieben Händen zu; geht doch alles, was ich leide, unter deiner Hand zur Ruh. Und wie leise sich der Schmerz Well' um Welle schlafen leget, wie der letzte Schlag sich reget, füllest du mein ganzes Herz. SCHMERZ Padre mio raccomando lo spirito mio nelle tue mani E così dicendo lo spirito uscì fuori dal corpo E rimase col capo chinato e sul petto Oh, com'era l'anima della madre allora Quando lo suo figliuolo vedea con tanta pena venir meno E gridare e piangere e morire Dhé, or che faceva allora la Maddalena sua fidele e diletta discepola E che faceva san Giovanni, il quale era amato da lui sopra tutti gli altri E che facevano l'altre due sorelle, e che podevano elle fare Parte sì tutta la gente e rimane la tristissima madre sua Con quelle altre quattro persone che dette sono Porsi a sedere a lato alla croce E contemplano suo diletto figliolo E piangeva e lacrimava senza rimedio ognuno Guardavan le ferite delle mani e dilli piedi e del labbro Ora all'una ed ora all'altra E il volto e il capo E vedeva le punture degli spilli La barba divelta E la faccia brutta di sputo e di sangue E guardando e piangendo non si potea saziare SEA OF MEMORY Sea of memory, sea of memory wind and water in my dreams passing through my fingers passing through my brain fragile sand castle on my shore Where is my lover where is my father where are the smily eyes of my youth wind and water in my dreams wind and water in my dreams Sea of memory, sea of memory wind and water in my dreams passing through my fingers passing through my mind fragile sand castle on my shore Sea of memory, sea of memory... SEASONS OF THE WORLD God dies in the mind of those who are unable to stay Now sit down and wait for wait for your end While the rays of light are shuting you up while your eyes are sparkling pain while your heart does not succeed in saying a word anymore Do you recognise the smile of that man? Do you remember about him? There are no more memories... and what remains is just wondering what happened before who did you see and kill? Think... It shouldn't have been this way Now, all that remains is laughing THE SECRET OF THE THIRD COMMUNICATION A brown door hides the punishment of God. It snows always, here. Oh, my tempest! Let's praise the sleighs in their night cry under the wonderful winter sky... Let's praise the distance of the dreadful light. Banned... is... the light... forever... I remember... to know where the joy is. Let's drink from the earth, from the mouth leaks the ice... Forever and ever again... I am the prayer to Enned, the creature framed by an useless teacher who will carry behind and within Himself, his useless end. They stopped, surprised by the monument magnitude; there, in the wood, that terrible and beautiful... monument. What are you doing... I'll kill you... I will poke your eyes out from life... I will offer you the Sunset... to cry about, and I will demand silence. You won't get out from this place, perfumed by water on the wood and by musk. The black monument. Erected upon this pale grief. Now somebody guards it and somebody else slides among the pipes. Every... time... I... have... to explain... matters... which... you... couldn't translate!!! Everywhere people make war... everywhere... never seen... He was the war. He was the fading shadow and the next moment the dream to forgot. And I am... the lost dream... go back and play before the house. The night is still there and promised not to go away. The snow and the sledges remained for you. I'll bring a friend and someone else will join us later. Breathe your adored chill, feel your lungs alive. Again. Nobody will come here. And we'll go through the forest, along our paths, and the animals will be scared but won't seem ridicolous to us. My sister stands by you, you met my friend. You cried for her grief. Then you switched off the world stars and put candles on. Our fates are chapped from cold. The glorious day has ended. Let's go to the monument, we'll poke the eyes out from those who will look at it and eat their soul and heart. SHE'S DEAD (REMIX BY KIRLIAN CAMERA) (note: written & released by :Wumpscut:) She's Dead I Crushed Her Head SOLARIS IV/A Downstream floating Restless breathing Toxin Flowing C.N.S. screaming ...Homewards! Feelings folding Ears resounding Tears drying C.N.S. screaming ...Homewards! There's Nobody home, Mother I'm drifting I'm drifting I feel myself like Shining on the ice of Solaris isn't it funny? Your sick son Mother! Where are her hands? Where is her life? Kill me, ocean... STILL FOR ONE NIGHT I've got you There's nobody here And I've lost myself... THANKS PIGS Fly with your mind to hot summerland Take a break in the morning air While everything runs in the best way. Let's call on the phone your closest friend... Maybe tonite we will reach the West watching the nightsky dreaming the best. Dreaming the sun sky, getting the best... This is not the right place for those psychopaths I write about in my trendy craps... (Lucifer is an angel living on the violet hill)... Hawaiian shirts and some vodka-ice Don't wanna see any well-known faces ... Writing reviews for some music mags... ... eating hot-dogs on the golden sands... sands... Nobody can do anything to me This isn't fiction and not a film. "We're just the alternative ultra-chic... Killers exist only in your fantasy..." DER TOTE LIEBKNECHT (note: written by Polish writer Rudolf Leonhard) Seine Leiche liegt in der ganzen Stadt, in allen Höfen, in allen Straßen. Alle Zimmer sind vom Ausfließen seines Blutes matt. Da beginnen Fabriksirenen unendlich lange dröhnend aufzugähnen, hohl über die ganze Stadt zu gellen. Und mit einem Schimmer auf hellen starren Zähnen beginnt seine Leiche zu lächeln. UNAUFMERKSAME LEUTE Höre min zu, Du erinnerst Dich mehr daran, was passierte... Höre min zu, Es match nichts... es match nichts... Verbleiben ist nutzlos. Höre min zu, Es match nichts... es match nichts... Das ist nichts... nichts mehr. Höre min zu, Wie viele Sterne hast Du in dieser nacht gesehen...? Höre min zu, Dachtest Du wirklich, es war das Licht des Winters...? Höre min zu... Ja, Du hast wirklich gedacht, es was das Licht des Winters. Höre... Du wirst mich nicht mehr besitzen. Sie mich. Schwarzes Licht, Du wirst zurükkeren... in mir. THE UNREACHABLE ONE Tonight's snow has given a little break, in a way. I've spent some minutes looking down at the square. Yes, the "famous" square... This heaven's famous square. Hours have gone by, today is yesterday. Yesterday I was watching Sea... Sellers on the screen. Today I will see Sean Seller's own bad dreams. These rooms are getting smaller, while the phone keeps on ringing... It's ringing, ringing, ringing... and laughing, laughing, laughing... It continuously looks for somebody's lost trails... It walks along the walls and sings in hidden dawns. There's often a hazy shade in the evening ray of light that stands against the door, so feverish and "stoned". Perhaps I'm being wrong, as snowy nights are strange. The phone laughs and laughs, and walks with funny paws, it seems almost blind, white times to catch the flies. So reach me whenever you want, my time is on your side... Be sure I will be kind playing with you. One day you'll get the feeling to catch a glimpse of something and it'll seem to you that a hazy shade is laughing. And it'll seem to you that a hazy shade starts moving. VERONIKA VOSS (MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS) (note: written by Dean Martin & The Easy Riders in 1956) Take one fresh and tender kiss Add one stolen night of bliss One girl, one boy Some grief, some joy Memories are made of this Don't forget a small moonbeam Fold in lightly with a dream Your lips and mine Two sips of wine Memories are made of this Then add the wedding bells One house where lovers dwell Three little kids for the flavour Stir carefully through the days See how the flavour stays These are the dreams you'll savour With His blessings from above Serve it generously with love One man, one wife One love through life Memories are made of this Memories are made of this VIENNA (note: written by Ultravox) We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane, Lying and waiting. The man in the dark in a picture frame, So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry, It stays with you until The feeling has gone only you and I. It means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. The music is weaving Haunting notes, pizzicato strings, The rhythm is calling. Alone in the night as the daylight brings, A cool empty silence. The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky, It fades to the distance. The image has gone only you and I. It means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. This means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. WASTED BRIDGES Waiting for the silent men watching the solar nights while in these mornings sparkling drops of young spears are falling from the trees... In the boulevard of light In the boulevard of light. Fresh waters and fountains reappearing in the quiet zones where is possible to rest laying on the blue bed at the edge of heaven. And if in the night I cannot see anymore flights I can hear some distant screams lost in the great obscurity; when fog is turning back from the front of a black war I am walking near that river that leads me through the rain as the gates of the wasted bridge... as the gates of the wasted bridge... Night of echoes, missing faces missing steps of missing men in a dream of grey old shadows smoking cigarettes at last on the bridge of broken leaves. Smoking cigarettes with ghosts on the bridge of broken leaves. WE WILL ROCK YOU (note: written by Queen) Buddy you're a boy make a big noise Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day You got mud on yo' face You big disgrace Kickin' your can all over the place Singin' We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Buddy you're a young man hard man Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day You got blood on yo' face You big disgrace Wavin' your banner all over the place Singin' We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Buddy you're an old man poor man Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day You got mud on your face You big disgrace Somebody better put you back in your place We will we will rock you We will we will rock you YOUR FACE IN THE SUN All those years are passed by and lost and I don't want to remember again faces and memories, stars without life like absent shadows or vain empty words Now the twilight is burning its red wings while I'm watching you sleeping at night And in this light I can see your smile taking away all this pain for a while. When this ocean of rays is vanishing when the screams of the children are dying. I can recall only distant fragments, His voice is calling our death in the hail. Lay your hands on these tormented sons and forget the blood on that lost hill. Hope is a cruelty and terror the fruit worrying and tired like the portrait of Christ. And tomorrow will bring another sun, other hateful loves and mercyless new dawns Please, take me in your holy arms and after this bury my skin and then burn me in your soul. Please, take me in your holy arms and after this bury my skin and then burn me in your soul.
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