Scribble :: Yummy

Lyrics :: Eat the Rich

You eat cake when we hunger
Just like queen mary antoinette
No don’t you hold your nose too high
Or you will loose your big dumb head
You better pay back what you owe us
And we won´t accept no cash
Tonight I bite on the hand that feeds
I really want my pound of flesh

Chorus
Black rumour in the mall
Tonight it´s free for all
Yeah baby spread the news
Tonight we gonna chew
and...
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat, eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich
Eat, eat the rich, eat the rich...
Let’s go!

The rich wage war the poor men die
Don’t support this capital lie
ain´t no struggle of the classes
Tonite we gonna kick their asses
That´s the way to do it, babe
This dog-eat-dog way of life
But better them than us, my dear
So get your fork and knife...

Chorus

Eat, eat, eat the rich
That’s what they’re good for
Eat, eat, eat the rich
We don’t need them anymore
Eat, eat, eat the rich
If you got a bone to pick
Eat, eat, eat the rich
If there’s a wound to lick

Chorus
Adlib

Scribble :: By any means...

Lyrics :: Paint it Red (Gentrification)

Welcome to another day in hell
that we build ourselves so well
Take a good look at your neighboorhood
you ain't cursing but i know you should
No more music under the bridge
all the windows are black as pitch
greed demands its own reservation
And they call it gentrification

Chorus
They say the city thrives (kick ‘em all out)
But we’re waiting for their tower to fall
And then we’ll kick em out (kick ‘em all out)

Welcome to another dream gone bad
That we brought down on our head
Listen to the noise that’s coming near
It’s happening and it’s happening here
they take streets away from us
make room for the next Starbucks
Welcome to the conflagration
brought to you by gentrification

Chorus
And united we’re all standing tall
2nd Line
paint their city, paint their city, paint their city red…

Instrumental Solo

Bad businessmen, queer politicians
Social distortion, no medication
By revolution or revelation
by any means fight gentrification

Chorus
They say the city thrives (kick ‘em all out)
But we’re waiting for their tower to fall
And then we’ll kick em out (kick ‘em all out)
And united we’re all standing tall
2nd Line
paint their city, paint their city, paint their city red…

Break

Paint it red, paint it red (paint it all red)
Paint it red, paint it red (waiting for their tower to fall)
Paint it red, paint it red (paint it all red)

Scribble :: How I met my girl

Lyrics :: Graveyard Girl

I met my love in the witching hour
At the olde voodoo shack
Where the drums beat all nite long
To the Resurrection Rag
I met my love in the witching hour
She’s as sweet as they can get
My baby she’s a graveyard girl
My baby she’s undead

Chorus A
I’m in love with a hungry graveyard girl etc...

My baby came from the other side
She’s got the hoodoo heart
She make my mojo risin high
Death will never do us part
My baby came from the other side
And she’ll never get enough
Tell me what you hunger for
And tell me who do you love

Chorus A
Chrous B
I love my graveyard girl etc...
Instrumental

I’m in love with a graveyard girl
My sweet cemetary bride
Here she comes in her wedding dress
Made from rattlesnake hide
I’m in love with a graveyard girl
And i’ll never let her go
Gonna keep her six feet under
And let wild roses grow

Chorus A
Chorus B

Lyrics :: Rock'n'Roll Buddha

You are so beautiful, we are all beautiful
Only on the tv, only on the tv
So show me your style
When you fake a smile
Only on the tv, baby give it to me
Never been right – always took the wrong way
Never been rich – always got hell to pay
Never been nice – never sold out my soul
(he’s coming)
Long live rocknroll!
(chorus)
Save me rocknroll buddha
Guide me rocknroll buddha
Take me rocknroll buddha
Far far away

Your life is beautiful, you got it plentiful
Show it on the tv, show it on the tv
I’ve seen your shiny cars
I’ve seen your implant scars
Show it on the tv, baby show it to me
Never too fast – only do what you’re told
Never too slow – every step is controlled
Never for true – always money beats soul
(he’s coming)
Long live rocknroll!
(chorus)

You are so beautiful, we are all beautiful
Anorexic bodies twitching in the stage light
So show me your style
When you fake a smile
Baby give it to me, never turn off the light
He’s comin’ up – with a license to kill
He’s comin’ up – when you pop the right pill
He’s comin’ up – when you’re stuck in a hole
(he’s coming)
Long live rocknroll!
(chorus)

Oh how money makes me hum…

Annotated :: No Rose for Valentine

Anmerkungen zu den Lyrics von"No Rose for Valentine", Textstellen hervorgehoben


Der Song beschreibt in leicht fiktionalisierter Weise das legendäre Valentintags-Massaker am 14. Februar 1929, das als eine der blutigsten Gewalttaten des Organisierten Verbrechens gilt und entscheidend für den Mythos von Chicago als Hauptstadt des Gangstertums war.
"Kneecapping some losers" - das Zerschmettern von Kniescheiben z.B. bei säumigen Zählern gilt als Spezialität der damaligen Gangster. "Shotgun George was grinning" - Shotgun George war ein Alias von Fred Samuel Goetz, einem der Tatverdächtigen. Dass er hier namentlich genannt wird, jedoch kein anderer des als "American Boys" bekannten Vollstrecker, hat jedoch keinen tieferen Sinn. "Big Al has given his OK / to rub out Moran's Mob" - das Valentintags-Massaker wurde von Al Capone angeordnet, um die rivalisierende Northside Gang von 'Bugs' Moran zu schwächen. "We drive to Lincoln Park /dressed as policemen" - die ersten von Capones Leuten, die die Garage betraten, in der das Massaker stattfinden sollte, waren als Polizisten verkleidet um die Nothside Gang in Sicherheit zu wiegen und kein Aufsehen zu erregen. Weitere Vollstrecker in langen Trenchcoats folgten, unter denen sie ihre Maschinenpistolen verbargen. "In the days of the Mob / ruled the Tommy Gun" - Die Thompson Sub Machine Gun, auch bekannt als Chicago Typewriter ist die ikonische Waffe der Mobster der Prohibitionszeit.

Der Text unseres Songs ist als historische Fiktion zu betrachten, ohne sich hiermit identifizieren zu wollen. Egal auf welcher Seite der Tommy Gun sie standen, es waren alles üble Gesellen.

Lyrics :: Elements of Misery

Nicola Tesla’s
all covered in dirt
And St. Jude got stoned
While fixing his hurt
And everybody’s blue
But the roses are red
That grow wild on
Kurt Cobain’s head
A storm is coming
with voices in the sky
complaining to me
that they can not get high
The archangel he peddles
Porn and gossip so loud
That you can’t hear me
And I’ll have to shout

Chorus
I
Don’t wanna fucking hide
I really gotta fight
The elements of this
Fucking misery


Billions are weeping
Now the ocean is full
You wonder what secrets
I keep in my skull
It’s all in the open
It’s all in your face
Like Marsellus Wallace’
Famed briefcase
Let me call fire
Now down from the sky
To cleanse your wounds
And burn off the lie
The truth is ugly
But someone has to do
What no prophet
Has ever done for you

Lyrics :: 16 Tons

16 Tons (hier die bekannteste Version von Tennesse Ernie Ford) berichtet vom Leben der Kohlenminenarbeiter und ihrer fortschreitenden Verschuldung. Zuerst von Merle Travis 1945 aufgenommen, ist es eine einfache, aber eindringliche Nummer, die sozusagen in den historischen Graswurzeln des Rock liegt. Thematisch liegt es irgendwo zwischen den Spirituals der Baumwollpflücker und dem Blues der 30er Jahre, taugt aber auch als Gedenklied der Gewerkschaften (die es in den Vereinigten Staaten nie leicht hatten)...

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong

Chorus
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"

Chorus

I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

Chorus

If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will

Chorus

Lyrics :: Assassin of Love

I wanna blast it out for sure
To make you see and believe
All rules are rotten to the core
(Nothing ist true, everything is permitted!)
I gotta point it out to you
To make you see and believe
Money beats soul everytime
(Nothing ist true, everything is permitted!)

Chorus A
Heed what the old man said
Up on that mountain high
Either you live free
or die

I wanna blast it out for sure
To make you see and believe
Noone gets out here alive
(Nothing ist true, everything is permitted!)
I gotta point it out to you
To make you see and believe
All's fair in love and foul in war
(Nothing ist true, everything is permitted!)

Chorus A
Chorus B
The assassin of love
Will show you paradise
The assassin of love
Tell me lies, don't tell me lies

Call me assassin of love
I'll make you see and believe
There's no one you can trust
(Nothing ist true, everything is permitted!)
Will you lie for me?
Will you spy for me?
Will you die for me?
(Nothing ist true, everything is permitted!)

Songs from the Crypt :: Dry Water

Dry Water, oder "Trockenes Wasser" ist der vergebliche Versuch, mit Hilfe des gesprochenen Wortes der Paradoxie der Liebe Ausdruck zu geben. Natürlich, solche Gedanken hat man ungefähr, wenn man gerade aus der Pubertät herauskommt und die ersten Ladies am Start hat. Oder auch nicht. Ein bischen poppig, ein bisschen peinlich - wie es halt so ist, wenn die Hormone köcheln. Immerhin - diesen Oldtimer trägt man am besten nicht mit einem jauligen, sondern eher mit einem bitter-resignierten oder ironischen Ton vor. Also, Ladies...

Why do I have to feel so lonely?
Why do you misquote my needs?
I'll always crave your lovings only

Chorus
Can't you see I need attraction?
Tell me how much is the fee
I pretend to give perfection
Is this what I wanna be?

Our passion is oozing away
It's just as impossible as dry water
Oh how long do I have to pay?

Oh maybe our love was a mirage
What do you see in our mirror?
Is it a painting or just a collage?

Lyrics :: Into the Zone

I can’t see the / Moon anymore
Don’t know just what I’m looking for
It’s dark all day / And glows all night
There’s just too much of neon light
Stars and starlets / Spread legs and lies
On dirty television skies
And gravity / Is acting queer
I think we should get out of here

Chorus
Into the zone, into the zone
Bring me into the zone
(...)
Into the zone, into the zone
Bring me into the zone
(We gotta get out of this trap)

I can not hear / The blackbird’s song
White noise is just too goddamn strong
It’s in my ears / And in my mind
Buzzing where the sun never shines
I think your shrink’s / pretty well paid
But I don’t care for your mental state
Do I have to / draw you a map?
We got to get out of this goddamn trap

It’s born of pain / born of sorrow
This pale world has no tomorrow
I’m in the groove /I’m on the ball
I’m in the Zone, / And they will fall

Songs from the Crypt :: Harvest Falls

When you lost all your taste for livin’ & love
And you can’t stand to look below or above
You know somethings wrong but can’t change a thing
And you don’t wanna listen to the songs the blackbird will sing

When you’re walking streets you never seen before
And your soul is aching & your feet are sore
You want to get away from all the pain
But you carry it with you, so it’s all invain

When you’re staring at rooms that you once knew
It’s not really the ceiling that’s blue
At midnite even God won’t answer your calls
So like a ghost you keep on haunting these halls

All your life you tried to do what’s right
So they fucked you up & doused your light
And now you’re all empty & twisted & torn
And someday you wish you were never born

The one that you loved she went away
And into night has turned every day
But the television keeps feeding you lies
It blares so loud noone can hear you cry

So you gotta keep on walking these godless streets
With an unhappy face & tired feets
You stagger like an idiot drunken clown
But you gotta keep on movin’ or else you fall down
chorus

It ain’t funny being an outcast
But I know these feelings will not last
So quit your lamenting & stop to moan
Consider this: You won’t be forever alone

Someday your luck will change I’m sure
And for your sickness you will find a cure
Maybe she’s blonde - or even red
I hope that you’ll find her, don’t wanna see you mad

Songs from the Crypt :: Law of the Fools

Ain’t justice doing time for having a good time
What motherfucker wrote the book on what’s a crime?
Sometime they’ll get you for breaking their rules
Even if that’s just a wrong answer in school
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

Cops spoil your face with the chemical mace
Cause you don’t wanna be no part of the inhuman race
They’ll hound you and wound you and run you in
They’ll even end your life in a sardine bin
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

You been fucked all life, someone fucks you soon
Someday under the shower you will taste the goon
When yer bleedin down the john is that the fee
It costs to pay your debts to society?
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

Some guy in the block will sell you horse
First time it’s good but will only make it worse
Till you don’t give a damn about nothing at all
And throw burning toilet paper down the hall
.... it’s the Law of the Fools

Lyrics :: Bullet Ride (Insomnia)

Suburbia sleeps
in a state of fright
I stumble thru the heat
and the bloodred light
I see a million people
sitting in the shade
waiting to get murdered
waiting to get laid

chorus
Shoot up the night
Our aim is right
Shoot up the night
We’re on a bullet ride

Am I alife
Or am I dead
Have the lights changed
from green to red?
There’s blood on the street
There’s blood in the sky
Each time I look up
I see the future die

chorus
break/flow

Tomorrow I’ll wear
My imaginary hat
Don’t worry, babe,
We’re from the internet
We know the score
We’ll update your brain
Superconnected
Superinsane

Chorus
We’re on a long sleepless ride

Lyrics :: No Flowers for Valentine

I was kneecapping some losers
When a call came thru the line
Shotgun George was grinning
Said boy, you know it’s time
Meet me at the ole place
Pack your rod and oil it well
We’ll round up some fellas
Who are ready for the kill
This time we mean business
We got order from the top
Big Al has given his OK
To rub out Moran’s Mob

Chorus
Got no flowers for Valentine
Got no flowers for Valentine
They say true love will never die,
But I got no flowers for Valentine

Well a man’s gotta work
And he’s gotta do it well
So grab yer tools and send
Those sinners straight to hell
Drive to Lincoln Park
We dress as Police men
The garage cold and dark
And the Trenchcoat boys walk in
Ain’t no surprise you guys
That’s the way it’s done
In the days of the Mob
Rules the Tommy Gun

Chorus

Oh the bodies twitched and jerked
To the rods’ deafening ring
Like horrible marionettes
Dancing on Satan’s strings

Chorus
Repeat chorus
Shoot ‘em up
Line ‘em up
Against the wall...

Lyrics :: Slippin

I’m looking at an / old photograph
It’s black and white / but beautiful
All said, all done / the window’s shut
It’s pretty clear that I’ll be leaving soon

Slipping tru the door
To the life I had before
Slipping thru the door
(back) to the life I had before

I know always comes / an evening
And all the colors / fade away
But still I keep on / wondering why
I can’t see your face in my mind (my mind)

The old loveletters / pinned to the fridge
Are folded up / and tucked away
A last I love you / a last good-bye
I leave no witness as I walk away

Lyrics :: Summernite

Passend zum schönen Wetter heute mal ein weiterer Song aus der Gruft, so ungefähr aus dem Jahr 2000. Passend zu verringerter Geschwindigkeit, am besten in einer eindringlich schwitzig-unheimlichen Tonart...

Suburbia sleeps
in a state of fright
I stumble thru the heat
and the bloodred light
of a summernight
of a summernight

I see a million people
sitting in the shade
waiting to be murdered
waiting to be laid
in a summernight
in a summernight

Am I alife
Or am I dead
or have lights just changed
from green to red?
in a summernight
in a summernight

See my tears
Taste my beads of sweat
I don’t know, but do you know
If you’re sane or mad?
in a summernight
in a summernight

There’s blood on the streets
There’s blood in the skies
Each time I look
I think another city dies
because of summernights
because of summernights
kill the summernights
kill the summernights
no more summer nights
no more summer nights
no more summer lies
no more summer lies

Lyrics :: Back to the Bayou

Hey baby – I got something to say
- I figured something out
Hey baby – I’ve come an awful long way
- Think I took a bad turn
Well I walked on barbed wire
‘Tween the snake-pit and the fire
Hey baby – was that right or wrong?
- Lord I gotta sing this song!

Chorus
Like lightning out of the blue
I’m coming home for you
I’m coming home, coming home
Coming back to the bayou

Hey baby, I know, long time no see
- But now I’m back for good
Hey baby – Would you run with me?
- Well I know you could
Oh I travelled all nite on the 61
From the good I did and the killin’ done
Gonna go baby – where we belong
- Lord I gotta sing this song!

Chorus

I wish I was a boy again
With no scars to show
I wish I was at the place again
That only you and i do know
I wish I could turn back time
And the bad things we’ve done
I think I’ve been singing this song
Ever since the world began...

Chorus