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What's My Name?
04:50
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What’s My Name? I say: „You gotta tell me!“ But no, you just shake your head, no you won’t tell me my Name! / You brought me into this world, so now please complete me, but you won’t tell me my Name! / You close your eyes and you smile and stick your tongue in my ear, but you won’t tell me my Name! / Please, just come on! But you say: „No, No, No, No!“ No, you won’t tell me my Name! / What’s My Name? / Ahhh, tell me my name! / My life is nothing, my thoughts are nothing, therefore I am nothing. I don’t deserve to live. I don’t deserve to die. Don’t I deserve to be named? / „You are just like a crow. And nature’s incognito. One day, they’ll find your bones. On them in grey-fawn tones a name will appear. Then the people will know.
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Lou Suffers, But Why?
02:32
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Lou suffers, but why?
Just a regular guy
feeling crippled inside.
Lou suffers, but why?
Well, why indeed does he suffer? Is it because of everyday hassle?
Is it a sort of début de siecle ennui? Oh Lou....
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Walk away as you´re moving forward
Difficult but you haven’t seen anything yet
From the start everything´s so normal
It´s this voice that’s approaching
This is for me
This is forming, just for me
This is for me, for me, for me
This is for me and just for me
Nobody had a plan for it
Still everyone´s a part of it
No one knew it was coming for me
Everyone knew it belonged to me
This is for me
This is forming, just for me
This is for me, for me, for me
This is for me and just for me
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4. |
My Stump Wrote Poetry
04:12
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My Stump wrote poetry
Single-handedly
A silly blasphemy
Dedicated to me
Man, what a life.
A Lump has grown in me,
singing harmony
ladidida
and it goes…
Do we know: Where will we go… weg o?
We don’t know, where we go.
Furthermore: What can we know… we know?
We don’t know and it shooooooooooows
Success came rapidly
A freak show company
Sold me instantly
Brushing aside my humanity
What can I do?
„Folks, please come and see
The rhyming amputee
For only a dime“
and we sang…
Do we know: Where will we go… we go?
We don’t know, where we go.
Furthermore: What can we know… we know?
We don’t know and it shooooooooooows
Then the papers reviewed me
„Shallow and ugly“
„A Washerwoman‘s philosophy“
„Don’t spend money on / listen to this deformity“
They were rather blunt.
I left silently
Throwing away my celebrity
But we still sing…
Do we know: Where will we go… we go?
We don’t know, where we go.
Furthermore: What can we know… we know?
We don’t know and it shooooooooooows
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whiteGraveBlackYard
03:37
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Namib, Gabun, Buru, Tansa,
Ruan, Togo, Ghana, Tschada.
Niga, Papu, Kongo, Kamru.
Whitey checkst du jetzt wie viel Blut den Boden tränkt.
Namib, Gabun, Buru, Tansa,
Ruan, Togo, Ghana, Tschada.
Niga, Papu, Kongo, Kamru.
Whitey nichts ist oke es ist nur lange her.
Sklaventreiber!
Retro-Cracker lümmeln frech in der Hängematte.
Lassen sich herab,
erklären den Wilden die Welt.
Auslöschung hängt über dem Kontinent.
von Wissmann, von Trotha - ihr beschissenen Mörder!
Namib, Gabun, Buru, Tansa.
Nichts ist oke, nur lange her.
Leichen gehandelt,
zur Schau gestellt,
konserviert was geschieht?!
Ihr macht mich krank!
Drecks Wichser ich zerhack eure Kinder.
Humboldt rück die Schätze raus und halt dein Maul!
Über 100 Jahre habt ihr euch gedrückt.
Kommt lebt die Hölle denn sie taten es auch.
Euer Blut jetzt!
Völkermordstil, weiß tötet Schwarz.
Geldreperationen sind ein scheiss Witz, stecht euch die Augen aus!
Zerstörte Leben bleiben zerstört, stecht euch die Augen aus!
Whitey die beutest immer noch aus, stecht euch die Augen aus!
Weiße Seelen wollen Balsam kaufen, pfählt die Großeltern auch!
Stecht euch die.
Pfählt die Großeltern.
Weißes Arschloch!
Aneignung läuft immer.
Aufarbeitung bleibt ein scheiss Fremdwort.
Rassistisch-weiß fährt die koloniale Amnesie.
Insgeheim sehen sie ihre Schuld niemals ein!
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6. |
Song Of David
03:10
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Love is my main motivation. Pain is the seed that started all. Time is the root that gave me structure and shame is the fuel that heats my heart. / I saw you standing there, as much as you are waiting for somebody, you might be just waiting for me. You smiled at me, so I decided to play hard to get. / You know, you like when I stare. / Just two seats behind you and it feels like we are cheek to cheek. You look nervous but that’s a little game you like to play. You are texting somebody, but I know you are thinking about me. Come on sweetheart, just give me another squint. / You know, you like when I stare / You like when I stare. You are not so pure, you like to observe how I’m watching you.
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7. |
The Amazing Dancing Bear
04:23
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They burn my paws, just to make me move.
They cut shapes into my fur.
These humans work, oh so very hard.
They need me to see: It’s a beautiful world.
People want to stare.
Trap me in their lair
But I should be proud,
that they really care.
I roar and I slash around
as I dance next to your carcass.
I loved you, but they danced you through:
You worked just as hard, as the humans do.
People want to stare.
Trap me in their lair
But I should be proud,
that they really care.
When they make me dance, they all take a glance and they take it right out of me.
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8. |
The Vengabus Never Came
02:23
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Club Med, Antalya, Turkey 1999: My mother -freshly divorced- and I, aged 10 are on holiday. Just the two of us. Despite the sunsets, the ayran and the kids club, it was a bit of a rough two weeks. I fell in with the wrong crowd. Dustin and Debbie, two fat cousins from East Germany started to mob me. It all culminated with them putting Dustin's first pubic hair on my Pizza Asterix.
But I saw it.
Didn’t eat it.
I started to distance myself from the Kids club and its animation team and spent my time on the beach in a lonely grey bubble between Slush Puppies and Donald Duck comics. But everyday around noon from the speakers by the pool this positive message was blasted in my head: A bus would be coming, dwarf all my worries and make me, my mother and probably even the bullies bounce together in a joyous way. I started to believe it and saw it as my last chance of achieving happiness. I took an ayran, sat myself in the driveway of the hotel and looked out for that glorious Euro-Dance-Vehicle.
Man, I waited.
Cried and waited.
And then it never came...
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9. |
Mr. Wheeler (A Comedian)
04:04
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Wheeler’s on stage, talking about the life he’s lead.
Equipped with a pun, which he then points at a spectator’s head:
And „Pop“ goes that head.
But Wheeler just laughs and says: „Comedy equals tragedy plus time!“
Wheeler just step down, you won’t make us laugh,
Come and face the justice of our silence.
Wheeler, give it up, you won’t kill tonight!
„Some of you are alright, don’t come to the open stage tomorrow.
What a great audience you are!
I’ll paint your faces in grinning red sorrow!“
And then he joked us all down.
Man, what a great bit. Great crowdwork, deadpan delivery and wit.
Wheeler just step down, you won’t make us laugh,
Come and face the justice of our silence.
Wheeler, give it up, you won’t kill tonight!
All you people, you don’t know your place (So he’s joking us down!)
I’m just a single guy, but the master race (So he’s joking us down!)
The little girl back there has a slightly weird face (So he’s joking her down!)
All my existence is my own roast (So he’s joking us down!)
From all the audience, mommy heckles me the most (So he’s joking us down!)
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11. |
Jazzo
04:23
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12. |
Massive Muppets
03:39
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Systems were created by humans to make task way easier, for their enjoyment. Now systems create systems to eliminate humans, so they improve more / Should I read Terms & Conditions? Should I get legal advice? But they are like 20 pages! I’m just gonna skip over it. / Download, Press Download / They’re asking me to update the latest versions on my PC, but I think I haven’t done that since 2014. First got my Pentium 4 with Windows 95, and then they were changing all platforms to Windows 98 / Download, Press Download / Why suddenly I have to open a form in Acrobat, when they are telling me you can fill the form online, I installed Adobe pirate from my cousin 20 years ago, and now the PDF is asking to sign up with my Username / I’m trying to Print the form so I don’t do any mistakes, but there’s a warning telling me to sign up on time, a pop-up button is asking me if I need assistance, but a robot messenger is going through all those steps again. / I can feel your hand, gently touching and steering me right where you want. Pushing me this way or that way, just so I never get a start. One day I’ll be well, I think, as I look to the sky. Realizing, that you planted it in me, I let the thought fly by. / I saw this offering in the job-center and they said apply online, you need a fucking smartphone to scan those new bar-codes that everyone is using, I have a Nokia (3310) and I don’t wanna buy a iPhone like every fucking person on this motherfucking planet.
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13. |
Catdog Stevens
04:01
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All the funny days, that you missed (They won’t happen again)
Getting your first hospital kiss (That won’t happen again)
Receiving positive mail (That won’t happen again)
When you were shampooing a snail (That won’t happen again)
All those places and those faces… they seem to me like melodies from here.
And all those screams and those fights (They won’t happen again)
And all your hermit delights
And all your Heidegger Days (They won’t happen again)
Or when you were building that maze (That won’t happen again)
Or when you were turned into dough (That won’t happen again)
Or when Ceasar told you to row, row, row (That won’t happen again)
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14. |
Joan & Mary
05:07
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Joan & Mary went down to the Bar
to get a drink cause the night was still young.
Their first holiday since oh so long,
they planned ahead so really nothing goes wrong.
Sitting next to a lovely sunset with a feeling of great ease in their souls.
They managed to leave all their worries at home and explore the wonders of the Galapagos.
Now they feel alright, cause they see the world from its other side.
Jimmy never did much, laying round on the couch watching all the anime, that he could.
He wants to get exhausted, so he calls his ranger uncle and as a team they then chop 8 tons of wood.
Now he feels alright, cause for the first time in his life he is tired..
Yes he feels alright, cause he finally fulfilled his desire...
Joan & Mary, Timmy, Rose and Johnny got one thing in common: They found their love. Living freely, doing what they want to. You can come and join them and find your love.
Poor old granny Rosie always had a love for arson, looking all her life for something to burn. When she came across some nazis, she just saw her moment and made them all flare up and learn.
Now she feels alright, because her enemies went up in a fire.
Johnny was a Bass Note laying dormant in a fender, just waiting for his day to be played. When he echoed through the hall, folks were having a ball, as life in him gently waned.
But he felt alright, because he put the audience a bit higher.
Yes, he felt alright, because he finally fulfilled his desire.
Joan & Mary, Timmy, Rose and Johnny got one thing in common: They found their love. Living freely, doing what they want to. You can come and join them and find your love.
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15. |
Lissabon
01:40
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I am from the upper class, got a PHD and a master from Brown, want to find a place, where I can be in nature wearing my yoga pants. / I am from the lower levels, have no running water or health insurance, wanna find a place, where my kids won’t never ever starve to death. / I am from the middle high, have a lot of choice but less budget, wanna find a place where I get a lot with doing so much less. / We are this diverse world, we are not satisfied by anything. If we are here, we want there, there is not so much to comprehend. / and then we say: I just want to go, I want to flee, I want to feel as if I have it all. / Lissabon, Istanbul, Mexico, Prague, Paris or London, I don’t know if there is such a place.
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16. |
I Collect You (For NMN)
04:56
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Hello!
My silent friend,
I press play and hear you sing. I press play multiple times, yet still no answer-letter arrives. But I’m generous and I can’t be alone anymore. You’re still my friend. Even though the word itself might be too small…
My hero, my idol, my everyday inspiration… That’s more like it. Haha.
By the way… You hear that? That’s the Bass-amp-model you always used. But not tucked to the side… gotta stand on your own feet, artistically speaking. Especially as a bassist.
At first I wanted to thank you for stopping with the band. I mean, you were my life-blood, but you can’t imagine what it did to my assets. They skyrocketed, simply skyrocketed.
You knew my motto:
Every step you take (on vinyl), and every move you make (on vinyl), I’ll be buying you! And now it pays off. I mean, yes, the music, ladidadi… but here we’re talking actual worth!
Which brings me to my first question: Regarding the pickguard you used on the Euro-Tour ´96. I bought it. And… The blood stains on it… Are they from june 28th in Poznan or from june 29th in krakow? It’s not that important, Poland is Poland. But still.. I would like to know. I got this disagreement with a guy online, He is wrong. But you know what they say:
Dissent is better than no scent at all. Especially among the collecting kind. You see.. Enjoying music always should have been a competition. I’m so bored with my life.
One more question: Did you ever consider selling the music, the artwork, the shirt designs, the photos, gigposters, live-footage, appearances, physiognomies, bearings, styles of movement of the band members, voices, countenance, modes of gesticulation etc. as NFT? I would gladly help you set it all up for some exclusive access, if you catch my drift? There’s one item in particular I’d be interested in. The way your voice breaks in the line „You gotta love 'em“ from your performance of „Everyday I part to booze“ on may 14th 2013 in Copenhagen. With that equally gruff, yet touching timbre. I need it. I want to buy it. Sell it! But you always: No way, man, no way. I don’t care. I’m human. Across the boundaries of time and space I will hunt you for that Voice Crack. You may let the years drip from my face, I will shove the canadian 1000-dollar notes up your ass… and call #em stinky. Hahahaha
I will never be the same, it will never change, cause I bought you!
Goodbye!
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