Laibach lyrics - Kapital

Le Privilege Des Morts

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Seit wann, Soehne der Wahrheit, seid ihr Brueder der Nacht? Was hat eure Haende blutrot gemacht? Der Ausbruch in der Nacht ist die Bluete des Leids, mit ihr kann nichts entschuldigt sein. Nicht zerschlagen laesst sich der Luegenaltar, der Altar der die Form vervielfacht immerdar. Unbeflecktes Bildnis, Lichter ohne Pein, schauriger Naechte Schutz allein Des Geistes Kinder sind wir und Brueder der Nacht, deren Versprechen nicht zustande gebracht. Wir sind schwarze Geister von dieser Welt, besingen des Kummers verrueckte Gestalt Die Erlaeuterung ist die Peitsche, und du tropfest Blut: Zum hundertsten Male zersplittert der Spiegel der Welt, eure Mueh' ist vergeblich; wir haben die Nacht ueberwunden. Unsre Schuld ist beglichen und unser das Licht (Laibach Apology Since when, sons of Truth, are you brothers of the Night? What has made your hands blood red? The outbreak in the night is the flower of pain [?], nothing can be excused by that. The altar of lies will not be broken, the altar that multiplies the form forever. Immaculate portrait, bringer of light [?] without pain, only protection for horrible nights We are children of the ghost [spirit] and brothers of the Night, that does not keep its promises. [?] We are black spirits of this world, we extol the mad shape of sorrow The explanation is the whip, and you drip of blood: Break the mirror of the world for the hundredth time, your hardship is in vain; we have defeated the Night. Our debt is paid and ours is the light) ( Laibach-Apologie (or Apologija Laibach as the Slovenian original version is called) was written in 1982 by then frontman of the band, Tomaz Hostnik, who committed suicide in December that year. I believe it was his suicide note. It doesn't appear as a song on this album, only as a poem (translated into German) in the CD booklet, but it appears on at least three other Laibach albums. A live version is found on Baptism - Krst Pod Triglavom (their score for a theatre production). A studio version is found on Trans Slovenia Express , a 1994 collection of Slovenian bands covering Kraftwerk songs, and on the 1987 album Slovenska Akropola , released in former Yugoslavia only.) (There is a much better English translation in the book Neue Slowenische Kunst , but I don't have it.)

Ballad In Plain D

BOB DYLAN "Another Side Of Bob Dylan"
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn I courted her proudly, but now she is gone Gone as the season she's taken. Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away From her mother and sister, though close did they stay Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. Of the two sister, I loved the young With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone By the jealousy of others around her. For her parasite sister, I had no respect Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect Countless visions of the other she'd reflect As a crutch for her scenes and her society. Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused The changes I was going through can't even be used For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped Noticing not that I'd already slipped To a sin of love's false security. From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies Till the tombstones of damage read me no question but, 'Please What's wrong and what's exactly the matter ' And so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream At the peak of the night, the king and the queen Tumbled all down into pieces. 'The tragic figure' her sister did shout 'Leave her alone, God damn you, get out' And I in my armor, turning about And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness. Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground And she in between, the victim of sound Soon shattered as a child to the shadows. All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is. Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me 'How good, how good does it feel to be free ' And I answer them most mysteriously 'Are birds free from the chains of the skyway'

Beach House On The Moon

JIMMY BUFFETT "Beach House On The Moon"
Cameron's getting logical, A Vulcan in disguise, The mysteries of the night are Putting sparkles in his eyes. He's looking for sound reasoning, But the best that I can do, Is this transcendental story, That I'll pass along to you. Past the falls they call Victoria, Down the river named the Nile, Drifts a tiny little handmade boat, It's shaped just like a smile. And steered by a magician, With the knowledge that he needs, To keep him on his destined course, Past the crocodiles and reeds. He's the Admiral of the ocean, The Lone Eagle in the sky, He gave me my first sextant, And he taught me how to fly. It's been quite a lengthy passage, From the dawn of time till now, He has weathered the infernal storms In his trusty petite dow. He has soared about colossal waves, Sailed the endless sea. Sometimes he resembles you, Sometimes he looks like me. I saw him through my telescope, On a cloudless night in June, As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon. There are windows to the galaxies And hallways to the past. There are trapdoors to the future And a splintered ancient mast. There are relics from Apollo trips, When the earthmen came to play, And a hammock from a distant star, Out in the Milky Way. He's the Admiral of the ocean The Lone Eagle in the sky. He game me my first sextant And he taught me how to fly. I saw him through my telescope On a cloudless night in June As he rested between voyages At his beach house on the moon. A stripped bass breaks the surface As the sunset fades away And our journey from the Sea of Storms Takes us home beside the bay. We go fishing in the ocean We go traveling back in time Like the song says 'teach your children' To go fishing with their minds. Cameron's contemplating I'm not sure just what he thinks 'Is my dad some kind of lunatic With his stories and high hi-jinks'. Then he says when I get old and gray And feel like I'm marooned, He will take me in his rocket ship To that beach house on the moon.

A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue

CRADLE OF FILTH
Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life Gnathic and Sapphic Needs begged gendercide Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds To Archangels in bondage From light to night hurled Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl....... But soon, Her tarot proved Hybrid rumours spread like tumours Would accrue And blight Her stars To better bitter truths Of cold bloodbaths As bodies rose In rigid droves To haunt Her from their Shallow burials imposed When wolves exhumed Their carthen wombs Where heavy frosts had laboured long To bare their wounds To the depths of Her soul they pursued Wielding their poison they flew Like a murder of ravens in fugue And knowing their raptures Would shatter Her dreams She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies So Hallow's Eve As She received Like Bellona to the ball Those enemies Fell-sisters heaved Her torturies Cross stained flagstones To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon Like a murder of ravens in Fugue For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares And even Her dance In the vast mirrors cast Looked the ill of Her future If fate feasted there....

Body Pillow

ATMOSPHERE
then there was this one night when i took the time to examine a napkin in a chicago hotel room i wasn't alone it was a night after a show space was full energy was consumed there was a girl emphasis on the L she was noticin the detail as well and the two of us found something with each other previously undiscovered hell is for the lovers and the daylight is bright always makes me squint but it feels like magic when it touches my face suffocate myself overwhelm myself and let the sunrays abandon me floatin through space *and she still wonders why i'm so insecure she giggles because i sleep with a body pillow intentions are never nothing short of pure but theres a price to pay when you try to live a little* and attractive as that napkin ever could've been my how it unfolded hold it to the wind try now to be a rock but she's caught under the skin ex-lover and a best friend just like the rest of them then there was this one night i stopped to watch someone bite the tip of a cigarette to hold it inbetween her lips never met nobody like her please brace yourself danger danger this might hurt the playground feels a lot different when the sun's out she wasn't messin round she came in with her guns out screamin bout the ocean anybody wanna go with me never knew punk rock could be so pretty now catch your breath and then catch the ball and sit by the phone so you can catch the call write catchy one-liners on the bathroom stall here i go wouldn't you know still learnin to crawl *Chorus* i've always dug the way you love the way your tattoos intimidate men i guess i'm one of them standin right next to you from way over here ex-lover and a best friend (ex-lover and a best friend) then there was this one night i noticed a tree that stood by itself about an hour up north and i can picture her holding onto the limb wearin a summer dress and a grin swingin back and forth talkin bout the breeze and how it easy it is to leave all the worries in the backseat teach me please i need the abilities to live silly me i tried to measure it by what i can give but she didn't need anything just a pair of ears some strong fingers and someone to share the tears read the fear feeling it inadequate now lets make-believe that i can handle it *Chorus* and i still get to talk to you every now and then definition of over doesn't have to be the end it's good to see you grow girl shake my hand that's all i want from my ex-lover and my best friend i got your back don't ever fucking question that i got your back always have i still got your back (in background) *Chorus* 2x

Galactics

Killarmy "Dirty Weaponry"
Killa Arm 9-8 this L.P.'s a banga yeah [Chorus] Yo, Killarmy in ya Galaxy in ya continent in ya state in ya city take'em to war throw ya grenade this shit is gritty rollin' tanks, carry shanks while ya'll niggaz shoot blanks livin' gun powder roll black down dealin' wit ranks Yo, Killarmy in ya Galaxy in ya continent in ya state in ya city take'em to war throw ya grenade this shit is gritty [Verse 1] Yo, What's the sign's on ya crab ass niggaz out here in this rap shit turning this shit into some fuckin' after shit step into my chamber I hang ya like a stranger out tah dry with the mic cord rapped around your neck like 2 times design to leave you breathless to the pointt where you past out flat lined simple mined ass cats get ya fingers snap back outta place (what) and dislocated reaching for that mic device kid I'm Nice [Verse 2] Yo, We never timid break the street limit state laws and glass jars and fake malls, burst pause we take jobs wiseguys who want a prize guy we snatch mics bitch right turn out the light mathamatics strikes a site make me pull my fist tight we wild every night bump shoulders clubs over night crips start to fight wnet to Santalaw pulled out the dialog bashed his dome with the smearin' off now he scramin' off razor sharp face off killarmy cut, pushin' through like what always housted up double edge leave you with a buck fifty three nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3] Terrorist arch nemesis this is my testament eternal life is through the mind the 1st element the 1st to settle it the 1st to pull the medal the 1st to defeat the devil the 1st to take it to that level feel the valume ajust the levels enjoy the treble, the 1st and last rebel crush a stone into a pebble they be trackin' holy water baptise my rhyme is sort of ice mentora mental explorer my guardly aura star bright light up your life like night light heard you wanna fight return ya ass twice mental and physycal [Verse 4] Yo, the last star fighter Princelton soldier northern exposer built with Noah easy adtic aposer mic feel the black thrower to retrieve renagade anroid seek and destroy any man ??? paranoid ??? time zone at 1751 we bury a 100 course of rome prince of dogs is cloned lyrical arthritus contain this to the bone my rhyme battle star galactica terrorist star detector scarfaces are mass discourage weak lyricist are perish I ??? courage physical fight ??? package razor blazes so sharp to slice ya eyelashes rap is gossip while I speak gospel like teachers crisis with the apstols the mind and matter people to the science smother Mc with a pillow livin' dying science [Chorus 1.5X]

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