5/17/2006

Anketa a nejposlouchanejsi skladby

Burkse mi preposlal z jejich bloggu Bordel na Kolečkách
takovou obskurni muzickou propagandu ve forme hlasu o nej skladbu v poradi 1-10 v mem zivote. neco jsem tedy sesmolil, doporucuju precist texty tech veci, ktere treba ani neznate.
Mel jsem trochu problem, pac deset desek by se mi skladalo lip nez deset skladeb, ale budiz. Dal posilam anketu TRUCE, DISPARITY a EK0LCE.

Moje poradi za poslednich par let:

1) Einsturzende Neubauten : Die Befindlichkeit des Landes
2) Einsturzende Neubauten : Beauty
3) Einsturzende Neubauten : Die Interimsliebenden
4) Snog - this is capitalism
5) Snog - hooray!!
6) Nirvana : Rape me
7) Citizen Fish : barking
8) Uz jsme doma : Uprostřed slov
9) The Doors : People are strange
10) The Doors :


Die Befindlichkeit des Landes

Über dem Narbengelände
das langsam verschwindet
so nur Phantomschmerz bleibt
Es dringt kaum hörbar ein fieses Lachen
aus der roten Info-Box
und in den Gräbern wird leise rotiert

Alles nur künftige Ruinen
Material für die nächste Schicht

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
schwebt über der neuen Stadt
und über dem Land

Über den Schaltzentralen
Über dem Stoppelfeld aus Beton
Über den heimlichen Bunkeranlagen
die nicht wegzukriegen sind
Marlene go home!
auch über dem Marlene-Dietrich-Platz

die neuen Tempel haben schon Risse
künftige Ruinen
einst wächst Gras auch über diese Stadt
über ihrer letzten Schicht

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
schwebt über der neuen Stadt
und über dem Land

Im zerschnittenen Himmel
von den Jets zur Übung zerflogen
hängt sie mit ausgebreiteten Schwingen
ohne Schlaf, und starren Blicks
in Richtung Trümmer
hinter ihr die Zukunft aufgetürmt
steigt sie langsam immer höher
übersieht letztendlich das ganze Land
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?

The Lay of the Land

Across the scarfaced terrain
slowly disappearing
only phantom pain remains
Scarcely audible foul laughter seeps out
from the red Info Box
making some turn quietly in their graves

Nothing but future ruins
material for the next layer

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher,
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
floats over the new city
and over the land

Over the control centres
over the stubble fields of concrete
over the secret net of bunkers
refusing to be wiped out
Marlene go home!
also over the Marlene-Dietrich-Platz

The new temples are already cracked
future ruins
one day grass will also grow over the city
over its final layer

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher,
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
floats over the new city
and over the land

In the lascerated sky
flown to bits by the jets rehearsing
she hangs with widespread wings
sleepless and with frozen gaze
pointed at rubble
behind her the future piling up
slowly she flies higher and higher
at last surveys the entire land
What is the lay of the land?
What is the lay of the land?
What is the lay of the land?
What is the lay of the land?


Beauty

You see half the moon, its crescent, and one of the planets, maybe Saturn, maybe Jupiter, in the early night sky over Berlin, through the windows of a taxicab, near Potsdamer Platz.

You think: Beauty.

No, this is not beauty, maybe not, maybe, this is the rest of it, maybe not, maybe, the rest of beauty,
maybe not, maybe, what remains of beauty, maybe not, maybe, what is visible, certainly, uncertain.
Your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary to form an adequate gesture for beauty
(You know that, don't you?).
So, [ ] beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body.




Die Interimsliebenden

Während nur eines Zungenschlags
gibt es Urknall und Wärmetod
vom roten Riesen bis zum weissen Zwerg
die ganze Skala
Mir fallen kosmische Dimensionen
aus dem Mund
in der Beschreibung eines Kusses
der Interimsliebenden

der Interimsliebenden
im Interim

Zwischen Mikrophon und Makrokosmos
zwischen Chaos und ohne Ziel
zwischen Plankton und Philosophie
zwischen Semtex und Utopie

gibt es sie
die Interimsliebenden

In ihrem gemeinsamen Mund
lebt ein Kolibri
Mit jedem seiner Flügelschläge
dafür das Auge viel zu träge
Kulturen erblühen und vergehen
ganze Kontinente untergehen
Hier gibt es keine harmlosen Worte
alle viel zu gross
und das einfachste Beispiel explodiert
in 10ˆ14 für
die Interimsliebenden

die Interimsliebenden
im Interim

Zwischen Zahnschmerz und Nelkenöl
zwischen Genesis und sixsixsix
zwischen c" und Vitamin C
zwischen ultramarin und maritim

sind Interimsliebende intim
die Interimsliebenden
im
INTERIM

Während nur eines Augenaufschlags

haben sie geputscht
die Regierung gestürzt
Parlament aufgelöst
haben Wahlen abgehalten
das Ergebnis annulliert
haben Wahlen wiederholt
sind letztendlich exiliert
von Geschichte ausradiert
Ich stapfe durch den Dreck bedeutender
Metaphern
Meta, Meta, Meta für Meter
mit Gesten viel zu breit
für die Interimsliebenden

die Interimsliebenden
sind Liebende im Interim

Zwischen temporär und Tempura
zwischen Seil- und Säbeltanz
zwischendurch und auf dem Meeresboden
zwischen Semtex und Utopie
liegen sie sich in den Armen

verschlingen aus Durst
das letzte bisschen Licht
Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht
die Liebenden
die Interimsliebenden
Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht
nicht wirklich
die Interimsliebenden
Es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht

Interimlovers

In the space of just one slipped beat of the tongue
there is big bang and total entropy
from red giants to white dwarfs
the whole scale
of cosmic dimensions are falling
out of my mouth
in the description of a kiss
of the interimlovers

of the interimlovers
in the interim

between microphone and macrocosm
between chaos and on no course
between plankton and philosophia
between semtex an utopia

there they are
the interimlovers

in their communal mouth
lives a colibri
with each humming beat of its wings
too swift for the eye to see
cultures flourish and perish
whole continents vanish
here are no harmless words
all by far too large
an example most simple explodes
in 10^14 for
the interimlovers

the interimlovers
in the interim

between toothache and oil of cloves
between genesis and sixsixsix
between c" and vitamin c
between ultramarine and navy frigate

the interimlovers are intimate
the interimlovers
in the
INTERIM

in the course of just one
winking beat of an eye
they have putsched
the government was felled
parliament dissolved
elections held
results annulled
new elections called
then finally exiled
in history reviled
I wade through the filth of mighty
metaphors
meta, meta, meta by metre
with gestures far too wide
for the interimlovers

the interimlovers
are lovers in the interim

between temporary and tempura
between rope and sword dance
between times and on the sea floor
between semtex and utopia
they lay in each others arms

thirstily devour
that last little drop of light
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
the lovers
the interimlovers
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
not really
the interimlovers
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet


Snog - This Is Capatalism

The lie that's the news,
almost everyone's generic views.
The crushing of dissent
and the money that's already been spent.

And more... much more than this...
this is Capitalism...

Propaganda as education,
no rising above your station.
A totalitarian state,
all the victims that can hardly wait.

And more... much more than this...
this is Capitalism...

Snog - Hooray!!

I got a notion but the notion is wrong.
I got an idea but the idea has gone.
I got a message but my message is wrong.
Can't keep my eyes from the dying sun.

Hooray!!, I say for the end of the world.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of it all.

Hurry-on, madness.
Hurry-on, disease.
Hurry-on, insanity.
Hurray-on, please...
Hurry-on, the bomb.
Hurry-on, the plague.
Hurry-on, disaster.
Hurry-on, the rage.

Clean the slate.
Turn the page.
The final breath of the final age.

Don't wonder. Don't fear.
Peace at last will be here.

Hooray!!, I say for the end of the world.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of it all.

Hurry-on, the void.
Hurry-on, the end.
Hurry-on, abyss.
Hurry-on, my friend.

The final day, the final chore.
The age of shopping no more.
All the hassle, all the sweat.
All the boredom, all the mess.

Hooray!!, I say for the end of the world.
Hooray!!, I say for the end of it all.


Nirvana: Rape me


Rape me, my friend
Rape me again

I'm not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again.
Waste me
Taste me, my friend.

My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn


Citizen Fish : Barking

Think back to a bar surrounded by crazyness
Unthinking drunken punk excess
Lives exploding from the stress
Of thoughts restrained by soberness
Misconception misdirection
Shredding lifelong friend connection
Contorded faces barbed wire words
Fighting talk that goes - heard

ABC defences rise
From loss of all pretences - why
This is real as one perceives it
But total shit as the other sees it

Bang - two friends get seperated
I hate to see it generated
One dog barks the other runs
To get another bigger gun

Observers stay but know the fun
Has gone - you know that everyone
Has half an idea what went wrong
But being drunk the idea's gone
The idea's gone

The questions all get theorised
The answer sleeps unrealised
See you in the morning then
I hope we see those to again
Clinking glasses eye to eye
Friends like that don't compromise


UJD : Uprostřed Slov

První: "Odveden!"
Druzí: "Odveden!"
Třetí: "Odveden!"
Čtvrtí: "Odveden!"
Pátí: "Odveden!"
Šestí: "Odveden!"

Neboj Neboj ti první odejdou
Věřím Věřím že druzí nepřijdou
Třetí Třetí se již nenarodí
Čtvrtí Čtvrtí ulehnou v záhrobí

Stádo - stádo - co všechno ti kradou?
Stádo - stádo - kde máš hrdost mladou?

Stádo - stádo - místo mozku ládo-
Vání - vání - už nemáš nic rádo!

Stádo - stádo - vzpomeň kolik padlo
Ovcí - ovcí - na to panský sádlo

Chápu tvé obavy - i já mám strach
Pátí až posoudí mne na vahách
Není kam ukrýt tělo - není kam
Uprostřed vojáků je člověk sám

Pak umažou mu ruce od krve
A pozná svoje místo teprve
Neboj Neboj - i pátí odejdou
Šestým se odmítneme - pojď se mnou...


První: "Padl!"
Druzí: "Padl!"
Třetí: "Padl!"
Čtvrtí: "Padl!"
Pátí: "Padl!"
Šestí: "Padl!"

Uprostřed slov "voják" je slovo "člověk" samo!


The Doors : Peope ar strange

People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange x3
People are strange when youre a stranger
Faces look ugly when youre alone
Women seem wicked when youre unwanted
Streets are uneven when youre down
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange x3
When youre strange
Faces come out of the rain
When youre strange
No one remembers your name
When youre strange x3



The Doors: The End

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest

The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you

Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

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