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The Wolf Song
03:23
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in a forest night a wolf meets a wolf
and he thinks, oh, it´s a wolf
and a man meets a man -
and he think and imaginated
danger, it´s a murderer
deep in the forest night
we are hunted by our fears
and killed by the certainly of perfect progress
it´s just a question of normality and the reduction of dreams
our grandparents were used to bath in the rivers
but for us it was already a matter of course that it was not possible to do
and our children the idea will never occur
that could swim azt the shores of the oceans
and our grandchildren will find it normal
to protect themselves against the sun beams
with synthetic protecting cloths
when they move - if they moves
from oasis to oasis
on the last habitable zones of europe
just like once the wulfes
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2. |
Ozonik Hunter
05:24
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1.on red wet ground
with orange light around
the grey sky is high
we´re proud not to crie
when flashy little lights
are on their search
on immateriel highways
called nerves
do you want to drift away
cappilar´s sparkling
inthousand heart´s beat
step by step faster than light
deserts of ice, within the lungs
run
neon-writings, danger signs
run like the hunter
the hall bizare-avon´s dschungel
cryptical ells, break free by a flame
red and blue flashes
crossover time
explode out that tunnel
the oceans of night
glides all over horizon
2. you´re standing in a corner
with a quizzical smile
i see the fire in your eyes
when you let them all pass by
flashlight couloures up your face
the crowd moves like a wave
i´m screamin for a view
i´m dancin just for you
although it´s just another game
in your illumned mind
i´m obsessed by your hate
i´m tortured by your saying
can you hear me callin ?
you´re isolated by a fear
3. the world is changeing all the time
in a pleasant beat
idiot ballromm, drugs and wine
you´re searchin for the heat
you can´t support the silence
because it is too loud
aggression and non verbal violence
you fear death in the crowd
listening to the pleasant beat
there is a new impression
it´s someone warm you meet
causing a chain reaction
so move to another place
to enjo your interaction
if you stay, you´re too cool
it´s a commercial place
with commercial rules
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3. |
Ethnological Hazard II
04:15
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4. |
Muzak Transmission Line
02:21
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weltweit arbeiten 80 millionen menschen muzakberieselt.
das extract mit dem synthetischen aroma wird den angestellten
in genau berechneten dosen eingeträufelt.
15 minuten muzak, 15 minuten pause.
in perioden der ermüdung, im letzten drittel des vormittags
und des nachmittags wird die dosis unmerklich gesteigert.
der rhytmus beschleunigt sich nach und nach, der klang
verdichtet sich um eine spur. auf diese weise wird die kurve
der arbeitsbereitschaft genau in dem augenblick sanft umgebogen,
wo sie der natur des organismus gehorchend deutlich abfallen würde,
und die kreatur wird ohne produktionseinbußen in die pause,
in den feierabend oder - in den tod getragen.
die musik wird rhytmisch dem herzschlag angeglichen.
die periodik ist streng symetrisch, soli und klangkontraste
werden vermieden, gesang und gesprochenes wort sind verpöhnt.
die musik erregt keine aufmerksamkeit, weder durch intensität
noch durch abflachung. es gibt keine entwicklung, keine schwerpunkte,
kein hoch und kein tief, nicht einmal im tonumfang -
kurz, es ist alles da, was zur musik gehört,
außer einer kleinigkeit: leben.
muzak sichert das funktionieren am arbeitsplatz.
muzak verdrängt die probleme, die die produktion gefährden in das
privatleben der betroffenen, wosie den menschen in seiner existenz
gefährden.
muzak schiebt ermüdung, langeweile, einsamkeit, die kommunikationsfähigkeit
von den arbeitsstätten vor den fernseher, in die hausbars, überläst sie den
ärzten, den psychiatern, den sozialarbeitern, den totengräbern.
der organismus gewöhnt sich an kalte streicheleinheiten und wird
unempfindlich
für wirkliche zärtlichkeit, die auf knopfdruck nicht zu haben ist.
der muzak kranke überträgt die vermeintlichen annehmlichkeiten auf sein
privatleben.
der radiowecker trägt ihn frühmorgens auf die klippen der wirklichkeit,
nach feierabend wird er, vom happysound enthemmt im supermarkt sein geld
los,
die leichte welle schwemmt die abendliche fertigmahlzeit hinunter.
das monotone nachtprogramm geleitet ihn in den schlummer,
wovon wird er träumen ?
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5. |
The Algorhythm Dream
05:31
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6. |
The Saxon Invasion
02:15
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clean in line and a mind of opportunity
always ready for submission and cowardice
from 33 to 89 in german manner
unfit to rebellion
insurrection dreams like publicity spots
dreams of escaping beyound the shooting wall
and a hypocratic public proudly on the 1st day in may
sometimes later the wall os stalinism fall down in hungaria
and i see the so called brothers and sisters
on the collective run to the border -
crawling through the mud into the big brothers land
i saxon cities i see demonstrants with wide open
patriotic jaws and banners in the design of west-german banknotes
otherone fight their heroic fight on the speedway
by corrctly observe of the tempo limit
the fist on the steering wheel by the run away
in the land of economic wonder and homeless pauperism
proudly hypocrites sang the blood stained hymn
of the germans and declare to collective escape
to the heroic german revolution of 1989
and the world can shiver again
when the nation of concrete faces is reunite again
the saxon invasion arrive the west
and the great revolution party starts in every ware-house
clean in deutschmark and south fruits
and the world can shiver again by the awakening
of blood stained german patriotic feelings
nightmares by a reunited country
nightmares by a reunited state
w i r s i n d w i e d e r w e r
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7. |
Individual Robotron
04:14
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when i have to feed you
on the port of the factory
my bones are smashed by the machines too
when i have to feed you
on the port of the factory
my mind is hurt by the robots too
in the soft morning light your eyes warm me up
in the cold misty grey i want to stay
when this zombie view creeps in your eyes
i might cry and destroy i might scream and kill
them who torture you with the so called work
in which you gonna drow in deep stangeness
these robot´s programmed
to form robots out of human material that also gives
who wanna form a robot out of you
who want you become a senseless machine
i want to push away the sadness in your eyes
but how could i do that - without burning down the factory
i want to see you walking - proud and strong
i want to free you - i want to touch you
out of here -your smile is a light
out of here - we are free
believe me, it´s not you and me that makes this world crues and strange
it´s you and me who gives a little light it which let shiver the masters in
fear
when slaves start to life, to love and to fight,
no one could stop them
at the end of the night
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8. |
Tanks Of Xiao Ping
03:11
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my mind walk through the streets of peking
follows the roaring sniffin´the trial of the tanks of xiao ping
this is no massacre - this is a sympton
staring in black eyes
sleeping in streams
staring dead angles brought to death by
the tanks of xiao ping
this is not a massacre - this is a sympton
collapse - cadaver- control
these events are so normal-standart-regular
showing the norm of human interaction
between them who try to lead and them
who try to live
this is not a massacre - this is a sympton
of the disease with the thousand names
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stepenwulfes are in the city again
all together and no one show control
public, but not for everyone
steppenwulfes walk down the street
a vaporized flame
in disorder - out of the law
the death call gloom
softly and outta control
a liberty dance beyond the doom
steppenwulfes in the cities
floating and free
the dawn - anarchy
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10. |
Teuton
04:54
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days were grey like never before
and we were fighting our frenetic fight
we tried so hard to show people
the right way of living and thinking
but it was a great pressure of time
we faught for the people
and against the last great catastrophe
the last great catastrophe of this world
and it will be our own end even
and days were grey like never before
and we were punished by our aknowledgement
by our sad fear and the hope in our minds
we workked so hard to show people
how to live together in freedom
how to use their mind and their power
how to trait their brain and their bodies
but days were grey like never before
and it was a terrible race we had to stand
it was the only possibility to realize freedom
to live it the whole time against state
against law and order and god
and no government was able to stop us
there was no possibility to chain us
´cos our monds didn´t accept the jails
so we lived the live we wanted
and the days started to grow fancy
fancy like our live´s were
when i think back to that time,
brothers and sisters,
it was a hard one we never had been sure to win
but we faught, ´cause the faught itself
freed our minds
when i think back to this time,
i shiver about the great danger
we have been able tpo prevent
´cos days had been grey like never before
... then .. once upon a long long time
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11. |
Submissioned By Machine
03:07
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