i've got some explaining to do to myself how do you do to apply such pressure to yourself i've got a doctors degree in apathy and a black belt in misery i need to set the record straight got demons i need to liberate i got to defuse my hidden hate i have to set the record straight the one thing that i've learner living this life of mine is that often it's shit even if it seems fine it's often worse than it seems life is like an evil fiend in the darkest of dreams for a quarter of a century it's been bad and then some got to organise this pandemonium there's so many problems i need to contemplate i've got the good and the bad and the in between to seperate why wish you luck don't give a fuck life isn't fair why should i care the next breed under construction exposed to spirital liposuction nothing is intact radical fear reduction the future is cracker the future is a fact the breed need to succeed
fake positivety spirituality make a completely free mentality obey the hidden dream to provoke self esteem we are not what we seem add a new dimension to a tame intention exist as soul extention be your own invention let the voice inside be heard sometimes we need to be disturbed fed on plastic mind-control fast-food for the soul narrowmind levitate the inside the inflate punctured pride positive aggression rid me of oppression my life is my concern open up, live to learn narrowmind, let it burn infiltrate the true truth inject the mind with youth angels leave neon tracks let's us relax try a fresh flavour explore new behaviour imagination act as saviour be alive instead of dead let the new you do what the dead you dread let the love inside your head guide you through instead the universe is quite complex but fear is only a mere reflex fear can be overcome no longer numb
it's the story of a kid extremely allergic to fur it's the story of what he did he went where the animals were to visit the zoo, a dumb thing to do turned out a lethal lesson logic overthrown by passion tigers and donkeys and lions and monkeys makes me happy i know i shouldn't resist it i couldn't i went to the zoo i want to go to the zoo i've got to go to the zoo if you've never lived you cannot die better to crash than never to fly? from your shadow you cannot hide sometimes desire is suicide to get the cookie you open the lid sometimes it feels great to be stupid a deadly allergy not enough to stop me from going to the zoo
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once upon a time, two lovers broke down froze stiff in the cold in the killing breeze of a lie untold i can smell the cancer from inside your soul a moment of betrayal got out of control wrapped your lips around the truth to try to swallow the filth stomach was to weak to digest the guilt what is it you're trying to say to me? with love torn apart we slowly explode look into my heart and let the truth be told show a sample of your expertise in sin let the curtain fall and the charade begin something you've done eclipsed the sun the odds of a future is none to none let your demons loose and when that is done from that moment on be gone passion has a rotten smell tell the truth that hurts like hell too late to regret i need to know to forget
to fall in between the normal and the average dream built to break the more we fail the more we try be me, cursed am i designed to die enemy to myself born to mess with my life i confess and deny self-abuse so confused enemy to myself anti-rebel without direction stripped of skin inverted erection not evil nor good minus or plus, i'm not one of us in pursuit of a dream harmony self-esteem facing me in between enemy to myself freaks come out at night and with water we multiply rebels without a reason maybe because it's impossible for us to slip back into safe normality even if we wanted but since we're not wanted that's not an option we are the ones who cannot live nothing to gain, nothing to give we're teaching problems how to fly the more we fail, the more we try
monday morning is not a point in time it's a punishment for some forgotten crime tuesday came as no surprise just to witness my demise wednesday made no sense at all spent thursday waiting for night to fall a week straight, a week bent extremely unpleasant a week came, a week went a week spent without intent don't know why or what it meant friday passes slower than a stoned snail gave me gasses left a slimey trail saturday was soaked in passive stress in madness in darkness on sunday i realise only one day remain then i'm back to monday again a week meant to annoy me a week sent to destroy me a week lived, a week less a week built on weakness omnipresent pointlessness a bleak weak is not unique a bleak weak, not worth exploring a bleak weak is worth ignoring a week lame beyond boring below depression is my norm i've turned boredom into an artform therefore i quit before i start i turn boredom into art
Never Mind The Bollocks, mind the Six-Pack we didn't mind the PISTOLS or BLACK FLAG havins sex to PORTISHEAD and MASSIVE ATTACK and to Papas Got A Brand New Bag GRANDMASTER FLASH, BAMBAATA; RUN DMC we got The Message peace, love and unity having a Black Celebration all alone PARLIAMENT, FUNKADELIC AND THE FAMILY STONE MILES DAVIS, COLTRANE, THELONIUS MONK lived jazz; BOOTSY didn't fake the funk HOWIE B, SQUAREPUSHER; APHEX TWIN gives a glimpse of a new era about to begin STEVIE WONDER took THE CHILIS to a Higher Ground then a party meant socks on cocks all around PINK FLOYD dissembled The Wall in the shadow of greatness we feel small my record collection makes me feel rich EDDIE VAN HALEN made young fingers itch TALKING HEADS on a tv at a ski-resort then we listen to the WEATHER REPORT The Symbol os a phase in my evolution was PRINCE & THE REVOLUTION we REFUSED to forget LED ZEPPELIN with HELMET on we let ZAPPA in musician, politician extraordinare he amused, annoyed and made people aware Enter Sandman, his name is Lars we welcome ZIGGY AND THE SPIDERS FROM MARS a Scary Monster, a thin white duke at Roskilde Festival i puke to FLUKE respect paid where respect is due to all of the above and to you don't blame us, you made us x3 you made a monster
...sometimes everything is boring give me a break let me play have you seen the rainbow today al the colours faded away set me free from reality be a baby, maybe become the bureaucrat fill out the form forget what you've got follow the norm i can still remember the heat don't want to get used to defeat that is why i vote for retreat be a baby, maybe maybe be a baby tiny, pink and carefree be a baby, maybe
the soul inside you can't erase out loud i'll claim my place in space solitude can be a warm embrace in the minus degrees called the human race some people have a tendency to abuse and distract and annoy me i never cease to be amazed by the stupidity that people insist on dumping on me don't like to be dressed up in feathers and tar i'll say, life looks better from far away leave my life alone let me live my life live it the way i like leave my life alone i will never be what you want me to be i will never do what you want me to do i will never say what you'd like me to say your game i'll never play i'll go my way i'll challenge the world to a game of minding one's own business so consider your hobby to harras me unprovoked hereby revoked forever my moon my sun my time will come some day i'll say my life my way
it's so easy to get sucked in into the machinery so many "helpful hands" who knows what you want to be what you don't want to be is so easy to become like the father letting you down growing up as his son to get trapped in the bullshit is easily done in the corporate circus you forget to have fun it's so much business not enough art too many cold calculations not enough heart caught in the trap you enjoy the glitter and the teen-attention some day you're the bitter one they forgot to mention got to squeeze the juice before the fruit is rotten before the freak is old news before you're forgotten with one foot in heaven and one caught in the trap always out of balance trying to live in the gap trying to live in the gap trying to live in the gap with one foot in heaven and one caught in the trap a part of my is part of a machinery
inside-twister-sedate me-sister sick of life and giving inner annihilation me and my existence need a vacation turn me off, i'm spinning, turn me off brain rotating world vibrating mind in chaos mental-floss breakdown-expected-already-infected suffer insomnia sanity in slumber life out of focus dumbest, dumb, dumber no rest at night world in strobe-light i've had enough turn me off
too busy not having a life to live slow-motion is silver, silence is gold we don't need a future until we get old inside i'm soft, outside it's cold we odn't need a future until we get old present and past in constant competition forming a reluctant, regressive coalition a mutated ambition in sedated condition making "making my mind up" someone else's decision why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold we don't need a future until we get old to save me i put my personality on hold we don't need a future until we get old blurred vision, a future gone fishing i live inside an intermission too busy not having a life to have time to live yesterday choke tomorrow when calling all there is, is gravity and the fear of falling
liner notes
Psycadelic Hardcore Your favourite song(s) on this album Set The Record Straight Narrowmind The Zoo Zoo (Part 2) Smell The Cancer Enemy To Myself A Week You Made A Monster Be A Baby My Life Part Me, Part Machinery Pandemonium A Future Gone Fishing Score
