LYRICS
SMOTHER NATURE
(written 1993/recorded 2008-2009)
(additional latin lyrics from Carmina Burana [CB 34]/approx. 1217-1243)
there must have been something
that festered in my hand
feathers of a smudgy sea gull's tail
desert and dead was the land
believe there must be something
visible through plumes of smoke
and my lungs are getting sicker
from the air on which we choke
"i'll guide you into the glades of home truth
i'll show you little hidden parts of whoever you are
i'll point to something realized unrecognized
i'll demonstrate you some these penetrating, devastating time bombs"
see one more smirk on faces on crowded streets
going nowhere but straight down to the hell we seek
***
mama said: "please don't go"
when you left her without good-bye
indecent
hearts will rive, hearts will rive
an oilcan in your hand
no, no, no, go-getter
trend-setter
exterminating ammunition, fen fire
pauperism
hearts will rive, drink and drive
jerrycan in your hand
she said she'd like to see you in a burning hellfire
where did you become a litterbug
no glimpse of hope, just starved and dire
get up, you wimp, died on the vine
one-way street, puppet show
as i said to thee: „learn to save“
public lies, open eyes, constant cries
a fuel rod in your hand
no, no, no, boondocks
acid raindrops
dumping at sea, indignity
hearts will rive, hearts will rive, rive, rive
a lighter in your hand
***
as i walked away from home
reflecting on myself for one
kick that tin can in the shrubs
so many garbage flubs
i walked on the dark side of the city
loaded dice, hostages of vice
an empty idea called civilization
an ungentle evocation
out then in the night club
me part of the howling crowd
and the spiral of a cigarette turned into a mushroom cloud
it's party when you poke
party 'til you puke
a worldwide jamboree beyond our means and the remains are shrouded makeshiftly
time out in the night club
me part of the tired crowd
and the spiral of a cigarette turns into a mushroom cloud
it's party when you've poked
party when you've puked
a worldwide jamboree beyond our means and the remains are shrouded makeshiftly
***
cut down mother
that we trample upon
we had a gangbang
but i did not belong
or was it me
who threw that can away
cut down mother
i know the time of day
rolling by
in my limousine
i'm not at home today
but it's heated hot like hell
cut down mother
my favourite rubbish heap
i wash my hair away
five times a day
cut down mother
me your private sucker
you oughta expect much turpitude
on an earth that's been filled and subdued
***
guardian angels
bearing the mark of death
rat race claiming comrads in the trench
you're lost and blind with wrath
godless vault
awaiting the gas attack
no chance for a back door in a bad dream
it's real and i risk my neck
ethnic tensions
religious fanaticism
a call for strong-arm policy
dictators and recidivism
sorry, mama
for you bore me for that i die
still i crave for your good-night kiss
while i'm living a dirty lie
nightly march
wiping the cold sweat away
pit-a-pat in my heart of hearts in my chest
ague, chill blue, what a jay
the dust it settled
jeremiad on a winter's day
housewives resume to wash
the memories from the clothes away
infested rivers flow
into infested seas
infested clouds emerge
and rain on infested trees
and we will get
a medal for a spoilt illusion
of harmony of man and ambience
and we will get
a medal for the wrong conclusion
that chosen people will destroy the roots of greed
***
am i a bon-vivant, a fast liver
or a philosopher, or is it just the same
i care for everything, for everyone
but penetrating time bombs, they're too much for me
oh – it's new year again
all my good intentions of yesteryear left me in the lurch
and oh – i'm falling again
am i already past redemption or still getting closer to the verge tonight, tonight
listen to reason
listen to reason
***
ad corpus infirmitas
capitis descendit
singulosque gravitas
artus apprehendit
refrigescit karitas
nec iam se extendit
ad amorem proximi
nam videmus opprimi
pupillum a potente
nec est qui salvum faciat
vel qui iustum eripiat
ab impio premente
from oppression by the ruthless
(ab impio premente)
from oppression by the ruthless
(ab impio premente)
a funeral feast
for our oppressed poor mother
a funeral dance
for our oppressed poor mother
a funeral march
for our oppressed poor mother
a funeral pile
for our oppressed poor mother
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