coming home from work I always find
there’s a slight distortion of my mind
with my thoughts just a heap of trash
flood of poison running through my flesh
it takes cash to buy you some cigarettes
it takes cigarettes to buy you back some cash
to buy you, to buy you, to buy you to love you
to love you, to love you, to love to buy you
coming home from work I always find
there’s a slight light motion in my mind
with my thoughts now a banana tree
and my body full of cavities
coming home from work I always see
a fork that’s on the floor and stares at me
in my heart love divine
aborted in the wash basin
to buy you, to buy you, to buy you to love you
to love you, to love you, to love to buy you
it takes krash to buy you some gigamettes
it takes landalettes to buy you back your krash
you really need some landalettes
to bly you, to bly you, to bly you to lurve you
to lurve you, to lurve you, to lurve to bly you
to make a poem you need
more letters than on the menu
more than you have here, indeed
we need a poem that’s new.
for a poem you need less
than the loud ones shout
in everlasting gravidness;
we need clear verses out.
a poem requires exactly,
if anything needed at all
for this “piece of sky that’s free”
but trivial and tearful.
for a poem you don’t need nothing;
we’re better off in it’s absence;
our gale is certainly coming
with no consents or consonance.
I'm the Antenna
Catching vibration
You're the transmitter
Give information!
Wir richten Antennen ins Firmament
(We are aiming antenna to the sky)
Empfangen die Tone die Niemand kennt
(Receiving tones no one knows)
I'm the transmitter
I give information
You're the antenna
Catching vibration
Es Strahlen die Sender Bild, Ton und Wort
(The transmitters send image, sound and speech)
Elektromagnetisch an jeden Ort
(Electromagnetically to every town)
I'm the Antenna
Catching vibration
You're the transmitter
Give information!
Radio Sender und Horer sind wir
(We're radio transmitters and receivers)
Spielen im Ather das Wellenklavier
(Playing the waves-keyboard in the Ether)
I'm the antenna catching vibration
You're the transmitter give information
I'm the transmitter I give information
You're the antenna catching vibration
Over the milky-way in blue sky, there is an white small boat
There, living a cinnamon tree and a rabbit
Sailing without a mast, without a pole
But sailing smoothly to the west
Cross the milky-way to the world of cloud
After passing by the world of cloud, then where to go?
What is the twinkling, shinning thing far away?
It is Venus, the lighthouse to guide the way
Nobody knows
Where it is
Little we know
But it’s known
Beyond the mount
Beyond the valley
Beyond seven, beyond eight
And elsewhere,
And crazier,
Through mortal,
Through bitter
Through haw thorn,
Through thorn bush,
Through heat,
Through restraint,
Through suspicion,
Through doubt,
Beyond nine, beyond ten.
Even deeper,
even stronger,
beyond silence,
beyond darkness.
Where roosters
never crow.
Where horn
Can’t be heard.
And elsewhere,
And crazier,
Beyond the reason,
beyond God.
There’s one Blue river.
It’s wide.
It’s deep.
It’s hundred years
Wide and
thousand years deep it is.
Don’t even dream
About its length.
That’s murk and darkness
Full of grieving.
There is one Blue river.
There is one Blue river.
We should cross that river.
in the morning
and for sunny day
our cocoa stalks you
your dreams are its prey
midnight is near
then cocoa’s here
never early
and never too late
cocoa’s up
with some milk in a cup
ready you must be
to wake up instantly,
the world’s going loco
over instant cocoa
in a cup of tea
its face you cannot see
so think about it,
you better think about it:
cocoa’s up
with some milk in a cup
a palid dawn
shall hear hammers’ moan
homes shall have grown
to places unknown
the locks shall shine
for those on the breadline
and gadgets new
that can’t be true
what/for whom/how?
(too many questions appear)
but feet are trooping now
while our hands don’t fear!!
"Let's sharpen our scythes,
"Wheat already ripens
"And it's already harvest-time!
"Let the steel start singing,
" Let the song resound,
" Let's sharpen our scythes,
" The Wheat is ripe!
"To battle for life in freedom!"
The cry goes from village to village
" Or else we are in for slavery and suffering,
" Let's sharpen our scythes,
" The Wheat is ripe!"
Time is gettin' crazy people clockin' out
They're robbin' all the cribs on a death wish route
Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system
20 pounds on the bar betcha can't lift 'em
Ya throw two punches now you got no wind
Hittin' mega pipes gettin' super stupid thin
Crying all the tears smokin' all the squares
Workin' for ya boy ya came short and full of swears
Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up the product
Walkin' round the town, skeptalepsy illaroduct
Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past
Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast
The will of stone and those muscles
Rising from our lonely fight
Country whole will start to follow
C'mon comrade, join our might.
Hands in labor, hearts in flames
Our song is heard aloud.
With a sickle and a hammer:
The sleep of calm and the joy of proud.
Work and work, build and drill, scrape and
Dig and give you strength
In all beauty, soon we shall see
Our homeland in its width and length.
The hand of steel creates wonders
And so does our healthy mind,
In any place, with strong willpower,
we'll make factory, road and railways.
Our wonder's here already
Turning dark nights into days
Dreams become real and steady
And our reality will be like dream.
Work and work, build and drill, scrape and
Dig and give you strength
In all beauty, soon we shall see
Our homeland in its width and length.
Me, I wear plastic suit,
And plastics is my food
Maybe I'm plastic myself
Me, I'm alone in my sky-scraper
I'll open my doors for you
So you can be the same as me
Plastics, plastics....
Rewind to dark
they signal to us
Rewind to flaws
for ancient cause
Rewind to mud
dip calloused hand
Rewind to battle
for your motherland
Rewind to calamity
both village and city
both old and young
let’s all rewind
Song of comrades heard around us,
Song that glorifies our work
Our hearts of joys are singing
Praise our work, our work, our work.
Let's raise foreheads to the skies,
We the heroes of our work
Soon whole country will be ours
Praise our work, our work, our work.
Savages had bows and arrows!
We've got railways, cities, towns -
All of these our hands created
Praise our work, our work, our work.
Our youth, powerful and strong
Has lined up again for the work
Our young strength , more robust than the rocky hill
Flies forward on the wings of enthusiasm
Hurry up, comrade! Faster, faster yet,
To give yourself for the happiness of your country!
Let steel resound! Let stone groan !
Let this exploit of ours be glorious!
Brigades of workers' young muscles-
Let high conscience speak through them
Over the mountains, over the valleys
Our strong fist shall build railroad tracks!
Hurry up, comrade! Faster, faster yet,
To give yourself for the happiness of your country!
Let steel resound! Let stone groan !
Let this exploit of ours be glorious!
Under the massif, the locomotive
Shall spread sharp, metallic booming
The banging, roar and buzzing of machines,
That sound will be the Anthem of Construction!
Hurry up, comrade! Faster, faster yet,
To give yourself for the happiness of your country!
Let steel resound! Let stone groan !
Let this exploit of ours be glorious!
all these men who work the land
should evaluate themselves and make a stand
can't they see beyond the rhetoric
the lies and promises that don't mean shit
and all the men who learned to hate them
they keep themselves hidden away
they keep themselves upon the hill
afraid that they'll have to pay
for all the crimes upon their head
and all the men who learned to hate them
Everything
is green again
everything
Someone is walking neatly
His necktie on the wind
Dogs are barking on the chain
Dogs are barking on the chain
Everything
is green again
everything
Laughter is flying by the ballons
A sheep slowly felt from a hill
Dogs are barking on the chain
Dogs are barking on the chain
Everything
is green again
everything