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?

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 :: 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 :: The Orchid Song

Und hier noch ein letzter alter Song aus einer Zeit, als ich nichts hatte ausser gesundem Haupthaar und meinem guten Aussehen. Und ja, Brüder und Schwestern, es hilft sich diesen Song mit einer leicht jauligen Stimme á la Robert Smith vorzustellen... (Hullo!)

I was walking all night to the sound of my heart
A desease in my mind and the cure in my ears
I was dieing all night to the sound of my heart
Every smile I gave was drowning in tears oh tears

But then I saw you all dressed in black
With a silver skull and diamond bones
Adorned adorned like the venus
Adorned like Velvet's Venus in Furs

And I thought I loved you tasting your tongue
The heat and the beat the pain and the stain
Were blowing my mind
I was born again in your gloomy eyes
Entangled and choking in your gloomy hair

I was floating floating like a priestking
On his funeralship floating down the Nile
I was devouring every smile of thine
Your blackness blackness was melting with mine

Suffocating under the weight of your love
Intoxicated by the perfume of your virginal blood
Love's like a flower smelling so sweet
But maybe oh maybe it's a carnivorous one

Oh love is a sponge on the meat of reason
And you are the bug allured by the smell
And the insect's been crushed in an instant
Jaws so red so smooth so red so sweeet
I'm gonna take you I'm gonna eat you
My arms around you
are clasping
now

Lyrics :: Tawny Gold

Und hier noch ein weiteres Meisterwerk *hust* aus der Vergangenheit, weniger weinerlich, weniger unverständlich, aber gleichermassen eigentümlich. Es hilft, wenn man weiss, dass "Tawny Gold" die Haarfarbe eines hübschen Mädchens mit grünen Augen beschreiben sollte. Hexenaugen.

Tawny Gold emerald eyes
Thousand violins in the way she grins
Teaching soft sins to pied harlequins
And pierrots, oh Tawny Gold

Tawny Gold all steamed up beauty
Northpole icefields melt in her light
Lost in the dead night I'm satisfied
In the cold with Tawny Gold

Tawny Gold glittering jewel
Gleaming bright like a pearl in her shell
Wait in your dell this is not farewell
Just goodbye my Tawny Gold

Sun and moon, blistering stars
Thundering waves on towering stone
All in nature isn't alone
And I have you for my own.

Lyrics :: Parody of Love

Liebe Gemeinde, als ich neulich in meiner Musikbox blätterte, fielen mir ein paar tränenbefleckte Seiten malvefarbenen Briefpapiers entgegen, auf denen fast vergessene Moritaten und Klagegesänge aus der Steinzeit (80er) niedergeschrieben standen. Was wollen uns diese Worte sagen?* Keine Ahnung, Mann, ich arbeite hier nur...

I'm in love for the very first time
The taste of your tongue inside my mouth
The touch of your velvethand aflame
In Strawberryfruitcakeland my love

chorus
I'm in love for the very first time
It was the last love for my first love
Fingers carve inside my bleeding heart
But in her eyes there's nothing not a shadow

Your emerald curls in the heavens
Take my bleeding heart eat me alive
I'm paralyzed by the slow motions
Of your fingers pointing at my grave

Meet me inside my mindhell flophouse
United in the pain of a kiss
Take my bleeding heart eat me alive
My soul escapes in a cat like hiss

We're united in a parody
Of Love and her seven odd children
Maybe you love me maybe you don't
But be sure in agony I won't

* Alter, Du hast damals definitiv zuviel Cure gehört

Lyrics :: Vinyl Lobotomy

Der wahrscheinlich beste Song aller Zeiten *hust*, fängt langsam an und wird immer schneller. Irgendwie tragisch, irgendwie absurd, wie das Musikerleben nun mal ist...

I'm sad
I'm dead
Wanna cry
Wanna die
I don't live
I don't love
I don't run
have no fun

chorus
Skelettons dance
On gradma's fence
Muggin' intense
A dead man's plans
Getting higher on the pyre
Getting lower in the sewer

Noone bears
Salt of tears
In the mud
Of sweet blood
Pretty bone
jewelry stone
Wanna suck
Jesus' blood

Noone cares
For brain pairs
Wanna blow
Wanna show
Wanna shock
Wanna rock
I can't afford
Another chord

Lyrics :: Vertigo Girl

Ein weiterer Knaller aus der Vergangenheit: Mische die Ästhetik von Hitchcok mit der Musik der Doors, und ein kleines Schüsschen Paranoia... Mhmmm...

Vertigo Girl/ smiling on a postcard
Your bright smile nows seems awkward
Vertigo Girl/ waiting on a screen
Can't await your image my silver queen

Vertigo Girl/ left in a movie
Technicolor face of better days
Vertigo Girl/ I seem to lose my mind
You're just a vision of a special kind

Vertigo Girl/ your passion is so strange
A creature in the cinema comes out of the range
Vertigo Girl/ I don't know if I care
Following your footsteps to the moon upstairs

chorus
Movies
Trophies
Academies
Awards
Cowards
Insanities
That isn't dead that eternal lies
On our bright television skies

Lyrics :: The Positive Song

Der folgende Liedtext entstand irgendwann gegen Ende der 80er Jahre und wurde nur unwesentlich verändert. Heutzutage ist er wahrscheinlich nicht mehr politisch korrekt, aber was ist das schon?

Well I’m so positive
‘Twould make you wanna puke
Just to know how postive
Why dontcha go jump off a cliff?

chorus
Well maybe you will o.d.
Before the next century
Maybe you’ll be positive
Or just be bored stiff
If you’ll invent XTC
There’ll be no dubiety
You have to have a clever whiff
If you wanna think positive!

Blimey wanna have it right
Whiskey keeps me up all night
Red wine’s almost fine
Keeps the spectres from my raind!

The world is bright and positive
Don’t believe in any warnings
If you keep yourself positive
You’ll live to see the morning!

It’s fun being a positive
Like Little Sunshine said
If you’re a blasted positive
You can do what thou wilt!