Laibach lyrics

Message From The Black Star

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I am the storm bringer and the bearer of light I set up the Nobel prise and invented dynomite I raised you up after the fall Without me you would be nothing, nothing at all I am the builder of Babel, a stairway to Heaven He replaced the tower with a million nations And then He told you to love, love one another Then again He said, fire! brother against brother He is the dreamer who demands too much I am the realist, I expect nothing as such Beware false idols, belive in me Beware false idols, belive in me He says I make work for idols hands That sloth, envy and rage erode time's sand Plus gluttony, greed, impurity and pride That makes seven ways to keep Him occupied He fulfilled every step in my masterplan When His son upon this earth did crashland He was my twin, my faithful negative It was me who really showed Him to live He is the dreamer who demands too much I am the realist, I expect nothing as such Beware false idols, belive in me Beware false idols, belive in me Welcome to Hell, you already know my name For that you have your Lord Jesus Christ to blame He did my work well, He was my greatest creation Through Him I spoke to you and to many a nation It's hard for you with your dying breath To speak my name ang go into death Knowing that I and only I am the one The only one...

NY, NY

ICE-T "The Seventh Deadly Sin"
The seventh baby... [Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA All the way to (NY NY) Touched the Iceberg baby I'll send you under like the Titanic Gun fight romantic Gigantic on the pages Of the hustler trade World reknown for my realness Only the real will feel this Stainless steel is The straps that I'm copulating Touch'em a lady () Blow your hand off African stand-off The general Ice the hardest mineral Feel me, a gem correct One thing that I got you'll never get's respect I stick the pits on ya I represent California Home of the shooters The looters The drug movers Girl barracuda Set you up for the kill Where you're really not ballin unless you got 10 mill I shine so bright I blind ya Cross my crew, we'll find ya It's a motherfuckin shame My dominance to this game I live for gun smoke aroma Mack yo' bitch into a coma Two hoes like Noah of every type Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still breathing While half you busters in this damn game are still teething Believe it if you say it enough that you'll be it You never lived none of your raps, or even seen it I mean it, every word a brother say Everyday a brother play, kid I politic and parley The fact is I practice Camoflauge to this R & B androgynous Get the most play So I get fly Do a movie - quadruple my cash You just went double platinum Let's see if you last Every word that I say is documented and repeated The truth is, I dropped the raw game, boy believe it I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough legal Bounced to the Bentley from the prime-it-up Regal Like Biggie says, It's unbelieveable My street pull You even play like step in my way You'll meet my people [Chorus] I've been round the world ballin, did it all, what's next While most of y'all busters on your first rolex Been deep in the life kid, since 76 Touched the water, the crack game, the jewelry licks Fix yourself if you're broke fool, that ain't my fault The game must be taught and comprehended, then implemented Moves done illegally, carried out strategically Or else incarceration is felt, the hand is dealt You lose it's frightening Hit with 10 indictments Kiss your baby and your wife You're riding kites for life Alot of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do I'll move at least a half a mill of this before I'm through That ain't the most, but I've done this longer than you Plus it ain't my only gig, I'm still connected With the boys that can flip a thou to a ticket Wicked My stature when you're in my rapture Meet me on the street I'm the nicest brother you meet Confusing sometimes, the way I bust a rough rhyme You might think I'm lying, cool I like that I smile in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back In your stomach, then I'll smile again Don't want to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend Only the real win in the game, but what's the prize Every man goes through mad drama, and every man dies Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain't like you The evil I've done, I've got lots of retribution to do That's an impossible task, 'cause every night the gats blast So I look to the sky and ask I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it You got a problem, work through it I love New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw You might see me in New Orleans at Mardi Gras Or Miami at the Lex, in the Oaktown live Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, true P.I. Pimp or Die, Ice baby, it's a well known fact That true players play the whole map. And we play all the way to (NY NY) [Chorus]

Everything Is Fair

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Low End Theory"
chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's Let's Take It to the People ): Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city (8X) Q-Tip: Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane Barely knows her name, struck by fame She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends Rollin down the block, checkin out the spots She winks at the cops, always give her props She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her Hangs out for the loot, makes her papes from the gutter Tried to make my moves on Miss Lane, she called me young boy Told her not to dis me I just want to be your love toy You young boy, my love toy, I doubt that very highly Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me Business oriented, egos never dented Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it Distractions never hurt, always did the work Always was alert, she never got jerked Queen of the feats, thrive to compete Love the funky beats while she drive down the street She was justified, couldn't get a job Had to feed her family, so she had to play, then rob Pullin out the ooh wop, listenin to doo-wop You don't have to say a word (gunshots)That's all ya heard chorus(4X) She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater Put me on her roster, to rid her of imposters And to sell the buddah for the sexy drug ruler Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive Plus I needed duckets to fill up my buckets Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches Cuz if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me I played my cards well, try to live swell For the G, I would sell, cuz I was deep in hell But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie Elaine, she kinda new, that I would do the do But she didn't tear, I did my work with care That's all that really mattered, he money never splattered As long as she was paid, she was in the shade You can't really blame her for holdin on a flamer Society taught her, but they didn't tame her A ten clip salute, hunny heres a troop She will never stop until she reach the top Top, top...

Pidgin English

ELVIS COSTELLO "Imperial Bedroom"
There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested Too terrified to answer back Too tired to have resisted Many hands make light work Shorthand makes life easy When he's out on night work Make sure no one sees me It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises A change is better than a rest Silly beggars can't be choosers One of a thousand pities you can't categorize There are ten commandments of love When will you realise There are ten commandments of love I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss In this Pidgin English If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes Take it to the bridge she sighs You go cheep cheep cheep between bulleyes and bluster Stiff as your poker face Keener than mustard From your own back yard to the land of exotica From the truth society to neurotic erotica Silence is golden Money talks diamonds and ermine There's a word in Spanish Italian and German In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish Have you forgotten how to say it In your Pidgin English? (chorus) PS I love you

I'll Find My Way Home

Jon And Vangelis
[shooting] [movie like speech:] Frankie: Okay, this is the picture. Johnny's been hurt. He's been hurt bad. Woman: Look, we can't leave him here, we can't. Look, he's in a pool of blood. He's gonna die, I know it. Frankie: We've gotta leave him here, honey. We gotta. He won't talk, I promise you that! Will you Johnny? Woman: Frankie, I don't care whether he talks or not, I just can't leave him like this. Johnny: Listen. Leave me here I... I... I can ... I can ... handle it. Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no... [interlude] Frankie: The cops are outside. Luke's in the car. Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint. Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun! Frankie: Listen. We got three million... Listen, [spud]. We got three million in the can, here. We can't look after him, I'll send the bird to his mother. Come on, let's just get out of this place, we can do it! Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no... [interlude] Frankie: Okay now, just lean up against that door. When I give the word Go we just..., we just go through it and blast at the same time. She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane That Saturday night dark masquerade Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart But then, as nothing happens quite the same Investigation is the game He had to check her story right away-he dead Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo [movie like speech:] Woman: Hey, there's a really terrific dress shop. Can we stop this raid while I buy a new gown? Frankie: I'll buy you the whole factory, sweetheart. Don't worry. That night, the double crosser got it right Pretending he was really dim He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn) He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun They'd left a note to lead him on The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet- Early thirties gangster movies Set to spellbind population From Chicago to Hong Kong Via Istanbul the Talking Tong Dirty rats thru' prohibition Money flowed thru gangsterism Acting out this fantasy In Hollywoods vicinity The best part for the best rendition Al Capone he sent to prison Citizen Kane came fast and quickly Conquering ol' New York City Poking fun at superstition Media became television Give me Cagney anyday Or Jimmy Stewart for President Or Edward 'G' and all those guys Who always shoot between the eyes Between the eyes Between the eyes [movie like speech:] Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend? Spade: Allright. So you've got me in it. What about her? Brigid: Don't worry about me, I'm okay Kasper: Very magnanimous, sir, very magnanimous indeed, ha, ha, ha Mr. Cairo: You mean..., you won't make us an offer we... we can't refuse... Father love do you work, do you work for Mother Chances could call, and accept that, be no other Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population Father love do you work, do you work for Mother Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other Media Kings give us now give us total movie Straight right now, give it clear, give us total movie Now being here, being now, being here believing [movie like speeches:] Man: I don't know which words to put in there sweetheart, you know, I can't do it. Pretty kind of useless, though, don't you think so Mary? Man: Come with me to the far lands of Baghdad. Woman: Oh, if only I could. That's what I want more than anything in the world, but it could never be... Man: Of course it can... Woman: But my father would find us wherever we went. Yes, he has forbidden me to... to even speak to you, if he finds me now. I don't know what he'd do... Man: But he doesn't know that I'm... I'm a prince. Before, I was the thief of Baghdad now... Woman: It doesn't matter... Man: Then follow me, darling, follow me now to the ends of the Earth One on one to talk to you Like film stars they get close to you You've mirrored his appeal He wants you so, he wants to be beside you Then you pass by giving him the other side of you Like the mystics do So that every time he moves, he moves for you Soul and light can always see The meeting of true love and she This silent night and I, I guess a lonely mind might see I've seen love on the screen I've seen a screen goddesss and me-oh How often this, how often, this the power of you And so, I must confess Whatever I see I'm meant to be there with you With you with you Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints Stardom greats I've followed closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat Longer that expected-ther were great- Oh love oh love just to see them Acting on the silver screen, oh my Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan Fantasy would fill my life and I Love fantasy so much Did you see in the morning light I really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light And I was privileged to be as I am to this day To be with you. To be with you [movie actor like speech:] Mr. Cairo: Listen. I have arranged this display for... for all of you people to... to come here this evening and I... I know you have been searched, but, what you... you don't realize is, is that in the back of the Maltese Falcon, I have it ...

I Work For The Streetcleaner

Impetigo
I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mishap Blood and twisted steel are dnine The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love And the cadaver I carry will be mine My lover and I are pathetic Fellating the bones of the dead Fornication with the remnants of the dismembered carcasses Sodomizing the worm eaten head... We bathe in the blood of the unlucky stiffs Keep their eyes, tongues and brains in glass cases Smear our naked writhing bodies in the grue and pus Lick the rotted sinews from their mangled beaten faces We are aroused and enticed, my lover and I, By the sanguine stench of the deaceased We writhe among piles of gelatinous dead flesh And suck the hepatic tissue of the diseased I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... Jars of preservation fluids Inhale the nauseating fumes On the wall decaying purulent corpses Putrefying in my room... I feel the clots on my face and skin The carnage of the violently expelled Masturbate with the blood of mutilated stiff Explose with carnal joy among the entrails Writhing an dwiggling in a bed full of death My inhibitions existing no more French kissing the skulls, the foetid breath Making love to the cadaverous whore We are psychotic, my lover and I Only the sick couls share our delight We take turns mounting the detestable stiff Our moans continue through out the night... The jellified skin running through my hands The joy of arousal from the dead corpses touch The necrotic thirst for unconcenable love The love a corpse cannot give too much... I'll procure the corpses 'til my storage shelves are full I remove the fluids from your skull... I work for the streetcleaner And though it's never been said It's fun to be paid To dispose of the recently dead The insane lust of the necrophile A bizarre emotion that cannot be described The thrill of violence and its horrible result Creates an urge from which our sickness derives Tonight we will indulge in forbidden delight To quench our desires, it's what we must do Beware if you drive on the highway tonight The next cadaver we fuck might be you!!!

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