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01.10.1996 |
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4. | Useful idiot (Instrumental) |
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8. | Intermission (Instrumental) |
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12. | Cesaro Summability (Instrumental) |
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Something has to change
Undeniable dilemma
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear
Constant overstimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way
Just
Not enough
I need more
nothing seems to satisfy
I said
I don't want it
I just need it
To breathe
To feel
To know I'm alive
Finger deep within the borderline
Show me that you love me and that we belong together
Relax, turn around and take my hand
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure
Say the word and we'll be well upon our way
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
'Til you will not want me any other way
But it's not enough
I need more
nothing seems to satisfy
I said
I don't want it
I just need it
To breathe
To feel
To know I'm alive
Knuckle deep inside the borderline
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to
Relax, turn away
Something kinda sad about
The way that things have come to be
Desensitized to everything
What became of subtlety?
And how can this mean anything to me
If I really don't feel a thing at all?
I'll keep digging
'Til I feel something
Elbow deep inside the borderline
Show me that you love me and that we belong together
Shoulder deep within the borderline
Relax, turn around and take my hand
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He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
We'll miss him
I'll miss him
He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
We'll miss him
I'll miss him
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him
It's so long now
We wish you well
You told us how you weren't afraid to die
Well so long
Don't cry
Or feel too down
Not all martyrs see divinity
But at least you tried
Standing above the crowd
He had a voice that was strong and loud
We'll miss him
I'll miss him
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart
We'll miss him
I'll miss him
We're gonna miss him
We're gonna miss him
There's no way
To recall
What it was that you had said to me
Like I care at all
But it was so loud
You sure could yell
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud
Standing above the crowd
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade 'cause I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground
Someone who seemed to feel the same
Someone prepared to lead the way and
Someone who would die for me
Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin' lie
Don't you step outta line
Don't you step outta line
Don't you step outta line
Don't you fuckin' lie
You've claimed all this time
That you would die for me
Why then are you so surprised
When you hear your own eulogy?
He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
He had a lot to say
He had a lot of nothing to say
Come down
Get off your fuckin' cross
We need the fuckin' space
To nail the next fool martyr
To ascend, you must die
You must be crucified
For our sins and our lies
Goodbye
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What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
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join in my.. join in my child
and listen.. digging through my old numb shadow
shadow's shedding skin, i've been picking scabs again
i'm down digging through my old muscles for a clue
i've been crawling on my belly clearing out what could've been
i've been wallowing in my own confused insecure delusions
for a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in
i wanna feel the changes coming down
i wanna know what i've been hiding
in my shadow
my shadow
change is coming through my shadow
my shadow shedding skin
i've been picking my scabs again
join in my.. join in my child
shadow's closer to me...
i've been crawling on my belly clearing out what could've been
i've been wallowing in my own chaotic insecure delusions
i wanna feel the change consume me, feel the outside turning in
i wanna feel the metamorphosis and cleansing i've endured
in my shadow
my shadow
change is coming
now is my time
listen to my muscle memory
contemplate what i've been clinging to
forty six and two ahead of me
i choose to live and to grow
take and give and to move
learn and love and to cry
kill and die and to be
paranoid and to lie
hate and fear and to do
what it takes to move through
i choose to live and to lie
kill and give and to die
learn and love and to do
what it takes to step through
see my shadow changing
stretching up and over me
soften this old armor
hoping i can clear the way by
stepping through my shadow
coming out the other side
step into the shadow
forty six and two just ahead of me
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fuck off fer- fer...you peice of shit
Figilio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?-1
Hm? You think your cool right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people out of your house
i tell you this, one of three americans die of cancer,
you know?Asshole. Your gonna be one of those.
i didn't too courage to kick your ass, directly.
Don't have enough courage for that, i could you know.
You know your gonna have another accident?
You know im involved with black magic?
Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think your so cool, Hm? Asshole.
And if i ever see your fucking face around,
in Europe or italy,
Well ill... That time im gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you, fucking americans, yankee.
Your gonna die outta cancer, i promise.
Deep pain.
No one does what you did to me.
You want to know something? fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figilio di puttana.-2
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
a sucare cazzi su un aereo!-3
-1 Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
-2 pieice of shit, son of a bitch.
-3 Die piece of shit, and go sucking dicks on a plane!
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I met a boy wearing Vans, 501's, and a
Dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
After '92,
From The first EP.
And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
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What was it like to see
The face of your own stability
Suddenly look away
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Eleven and she was gone
Eleven is when we waved goodbye
Eleven is standing still,
Waiting for me to free him
By coming home.
Moving me with a sound
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
Showing me where it all began,
Eleven.
It took me so long to realize
You were the voice that's been
calling me back home.
Under a dead Ohio sky
Eleven has been and will be waiting,
Defending his light,
And wondering
Where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost and numb.
So glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading home.
Hold your light,
Eleven.
Lead me through each gentle step by step
by inch by loaded memory.
I'll move to heal
As soon as pain allows so we can
Reunite and both move on together.
Hold your light,
Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step
by step by insufficient memory
'till one and one are one, Eleven,
So glow, child, glow
I'm heading back home.
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Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier
In eine Schüssel geben
Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen
und KEINE EIER
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen
und Keine Eier ..
(in english) THE EGGS OF SATAN
Half a cup of dust sugar
One quarter teaspoon of salt
One pinch Turkish hashish
One half pound of butter
One teaspoon of vanilla sugar
One half pound of flour
150 gram ground nuts
A little extra dust sugar
... and no eggs
Into a bowl give
Butters stir in
Ground nuts admit and
Knead the dough
Eye Ball size piece of the dough molds
In the dust sugar rolls and
Say the magic word
Abracadabra
On a greased griddle puts and
With two hundred degrees bake for fifteen minutes
and NO EGGS
With two hundred degrees bake for fifteen minutes
and no eggs..
(in accurate english)
The Eggs of Satan
Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoon of salt
One pinch Turkish hashish
One half pound of butter
One teaspoon of vanilla sugar
One half pound of flour
150 grams ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs
Place in a bowl
Stir in butters
Mix in ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Mold into Eye Ball sized balls
Roll in the powdered sugar and
Say the magic word
Abracadabra
Put on a greased griddle and
Bake for fifteen minutes at two hundred degrees
and NO EGGS
Bake for fifteen minutes at two hundred degrees
and no eggs..
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I saw the gap again today
while you were begging me to stay
Better take care not to make me enter
Cause if I do we both may dissapear
I saw the gap again today
while you were begging me to stay
managed to push myself away
and you as well my dear.
(the singing above is whispered but apparent in live versions)
You know that
I will choke until I swallow...
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge or strike you down?
But you're
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
Pushing and shoving me
You still love me, You still love me
You cheated me, Pushit on me
You still love me, You still love me
You cheated me, Pushit on me
Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
You better take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.
But you're pushing me,
Shoving me.
Pushing me
Shoving me
Pushing me
shoving me
Pushing me
Shoving me
Pushit on me.
I'm pushing if your shoving me
I'm pushing if your shoving me
You're pushing and shoving
I'm slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.
But I'd trade it all
For just a little
Piece of mind.
Pushit on me
Pushit on me
Pushit on me
Pushit on me
You're pushing and shoving, scramblin
Keep my feet flat on the ground.
Push me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.
Saw the gap again today
While you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well my dear
If, when I say I might fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.
Pushing and shoving
Pushing and shoving
Pushing me
There's no love in fear.
Yeah, staring down the hole again.
Hands are on my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.
Remember I'll always love you,
As I claw your fucking throat away
It will end no other way.
It will end no other way.
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Some say the end is near
Some say we'll see armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bull-shit, three-ring
Circus sideshow
Of freaks here in this
Hopeless fucking
Hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is
To flush it all away
Any fucking time
Any fucking day
Learn to swim
See you down in
Arizona Bay
Fret for your figure
And fret for your latte
And fret for your lawsuit
And fret for your hairpiece
And fret for your Prozac
And fret for your pilot
And fret for your contract
And fret for your car
It's a bull-shit, three-ring
Circus sideshow
Of freaks here in this
Hopeless fucking
Hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is
To flush it all away
Any fucking time
Any fucking day
Learn to swim
See you down in
Arizona Bay
Some say a comet will fall from the sky
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still
Followed by millions of dumb-founded dipshits and
Some say the end is near
Some say we'll see armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid shit
Silly shit
Stupid shit
One great big festering neon distraction
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied
Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim...
Mom's gonna fix it all soon
Mom's coming 'round to put it back the way it oughta be
Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim...
Fuck L. Ron Hubbard
And fuck all his clones
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wanna-bes
Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim...
Fuck retro anything
Fuck your tattoos
Fuck all you junkies
And fuck your short memory
Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim...
Fuck smilie glad-hands with hidden agendas
Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses
Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim...
I'm praying for rain
I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way
I wanna watch it all go down
Mom, please flush it all away
I wanna see it go right in and down
I wanna watch it go right in
Watch you flush it all away
Yeah, time to bring it down again
Yeah, don't just call a pessimist
Try and read between the lines
And I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend
I wanna see it come down
Plug it down
Suck it down
Flush it down
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(speaking)
See I thing drugs have done good things for us, I really do.
And if you don't believe that drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor.
Go home tonight, take all your albums,
all your tapes, all your cds and burn them.
Cause all the musicians that made that great music that has enhanced your lives throught the years,
real fucking high on drugs!
Dreaming of that face again.
it's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide and
Comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up and wiping the
webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In..Out..In..Out..In..Out
A child's rhyme stuck in my head
It said that life is but a dream
I've spent so many years in question
To find i've known this all along.
So good to see you
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
and blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
but the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song....
So good to see you.
I've missed you so much,
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Prying open my third eye.(x4)
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
You thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of a dogma
Opened my eye
Opened my eye
Opened my eye....and there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.(x10)
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