01. Amherst Pandamonium (Part 1)
You own.
You own everything.
That's why there is nothing new.
That is the face of the change.
All in all,
This is the face of the change.
Why not face it?
I've seen the old guard running around.
All of these kids are cops in my town.
I've seen the old guard run us down.
You...
This is the face of change.
Face of the one.
Face of the framed.
02. Amherst Pandamonium (Part 2)
You all talk the same,
Calling out.
Your turned to facts,
Calling out,
"The old guard is dead!"
"The old guard is dead!"
"The old guard is dead;
I've seen it with my own eyes!"
Regroup and strategize.
03. Chaos Ain't Me
Your chaos ain't me.
It's a hat that I put on and I wore it for too long.
And I hate to break your little heart,
But chaos definitely ain't you,
No matter what the shirt says.
Buy a book.
Read up.
I'm on every page.
04. Loft Party
You tell me that passion's passe.
You're just in it for the breaks.
Well the breaks break me down,
Now how does that sound?
And in 1999 all the kid stood in line,
But now our party's a bore and we don't care.
We'll take Brooklyn over Manhattan any day of the week.
And our party's mystique will be our capability to think.
We got it. You want it.
Don't have it? You flaunt it.
And it fits just right, too tight.
05. I Wanna Fight
This is a letter to you:
"Hey friend, you don't know me,
but you think you do,
and I want you too.
I'm everybody's friend,
and I'm personally connected with you.
This song's on the house,
and this one's for you.
I don't like the way you're treating me.
I wanna fight. Settle it right.
I forgot your name, but I'd be happpy to
beat you to death with a pool cue."
06. A Visit From Dr. Goodsex
Purse you lips and pump your hips
And purse your lips and pump your hips.
I can't begin to understand...
God damn. God damn. God damn.
I start sweating about the time your hand hits my back.
I can't begin to understand...
God damn. God damn. God damn.
We were kissing an hour before our lips met.
I never wanted to have sex till you asked me.
God damn. God damn. I'm a brand new man.
God damn, god damn, god damn; I'm a brand new man.
07. We Love Prison
Got time to learn?
Discipline. Discipline.
What's his face said
What's his name?
All the same.
What's the date?
I can't recall a thing.
Good god, dole it out.
Good god, dole it out
'cause I've been so bad.
So bad, so bad. Good god
Dole it out cause he's always home and the belt's always off.
Good god
Dole it out because I need to be told exactly
what to do.
Dole it out. Dole it out. Dole it out.
08. Fashion Meets Passion
Misaligned misaligned.
Where does my allegiance go?
My heart spits soul.
That's just the way it goes.
Cut off t-shirts make me feel fierce
and you're the dearest to my heart.
Duplication of the commmunique.
09. Trail of the Unknown Body
. . .
10. Class Pictures
You're charitable objectivity doesn't exist.
Aesthetic historical is not dialectical
because the reference is gone.
Where did it go? A past so far gone.
My body of work is exploitation,
And I must say it's astounding.
11. No, We Don't Have Any T-Shirts
Classified with that shit I can't stand.
Gave myself a hand for the grandstand.
It's no fun being the "postmodern posterchild,"
When no one knows what that is.
What gives when content takes a holiday
and the kids have nothing left to say?
well we're here today.
Here today.
We're here.
So buy a record from that band you can't stand,
but don't you dare take a stand.
Don't you dare take a stand.
12. Dissidents In Love
It's you and I vs. everybody.
It's us vs. the squares.
You're my Bernadine Dorhn.
13. Flip the Tape
You and me make out in your car 'till our lips bleed.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.
14. Anals Nin By Numbers
I sweat everytime you smoke,
And I've never seen anything like this.
When you wear that it drives me crazy.
I've never seen anything like this.
Sometimes I forget.
Sometimes I forget myself.
15. Tigers
I kiss the girls that speak Marcuse.
I kiss the boys that speak Foucault.
I love the kids that know Adorno,
and snub their noses at kids who don't.
I make love in theory and touch myself in practice.
What's good for posture is good for the pose.
Who let the tigers out to kill all the lovers?
16. Let's Commodify Sexuality
I've never seen a scene like this.
It's not like the parties we have.
I like it too much.
Screw just because you want to.
Screw because it's fun.
Screw because they don't want you to.
No useless leniency.
Capture the crests.
Capture the violence.
Make it accessible.
Make it sing our song.
I wear pink because all the girls do.
How about you?
Transitions are smooth with a hand up my skirt.
Sex sells more record than rock,
so let's fuck and forget the background hum.
17. Discourse of Desire
Discourse of desire.
Artifice fueled by oils and balms.
Rosy cheeks are for pinching and my body's mine to touch.
That's what I get.
Love myself.
That's what I get.
Fuck myself.
That's what I get.
That's what I get.
Love myself, fuck myself.
18. None More Black
We all need a little penetration.
We all speak our own languages in conversations.
We all need our own generation.
What's mine? What's mine?
Are you defined by this false desire?
Has this false flame put out the fire?
This inverted itch we scratch and bleed for what?
Are you defined by this false desire?
Has this false satisfaction put out the fire?
Get righteous. Get right.
01. New Ideas In Mathematics
I know it's all wrong,
But that's the only way.
Breathe in the dust..
Im leaving...
I hold hands with failure because we are quite a pair.
I've never met someone so loyal,
But i'm leaving you behind.
I know it's all wrong, but that's the only way.
02. Beautification Committee
Maybe we should blow this town up.
You, me, and some dynamite.
We'll hold hands and watch it burn.
Breaking windows and chalking words... My heart is beating so fast.
i can hardly breathe.
Maybe we should blow this whole town up.
We'll hold hands and watch it burn to the ground.
03. Ding Dong Dead
Your wife hates you.
We're doing donuts on your lawn.
It's hard to look good all the time, isn't it?
Drag the bones out.
"This wine tastes so sweet".
Well, it tastes like turpentine to me.
Drag the bones out one by one.
It's do or die.
04. Mono vs. Stereo
Don't froget me
When you're at the thrift shop
I'll stare at my shiny shoes
And look back and laugh
"I haven't heard that in a while"
Feel the need to roll with the punches
An interest in psuedo-progression
"I haven't heard that in a while"
05. Lucky 13
Open your mouth a little bit wider
Wider, wider, wider
You dance better than anyone i know
I know, i know, i know
The only song that exist are theones
I hear when we touch.
You're the reason music is played.
06. Intelligable Audio
Seems like it's been forever, doesn't it?
It all seems so different now,
But we haven't changed as much as we'd
like to think. No we haven't change as
Much as we'd like to think.
You still smile the same, and
You know just what to do.
We know the scabs and we pick them all the time
I'll rip off yours and you can rip off mine.
Just like old times.
I'll rip off yours and you can rip off mine.
Just like old times. I miss it, Oh I miss it.
No one does it quite like you.
07. She Has A Cold, Cold Heart
. . .
08. Eye Gouger
You better watch the xxxx out, this is destruction.
Change the sheets for company, we may never leave.
Rainbows and spit that last forever.
Rainbows and spit that last forever.
09. Panopticism
Is the first wander, the gauze gaze.
Sometimes the best secrets are the worst kept.
You're the only one? Prove it. Prove it.
I see it twisting my feet waiting for the first.
We should laugh so its not obvious.
You held my hand too tight for too long
10. Mean S.O.B.
With eyes closed, you close your fist.
They tell you what to see.
Long arm fell short, you're property until you earn enough to own.
Work hard ethic is a lie.
11. 36 Day Syndrome
I miss you arms around me,
If I only knew this would be our last kiss.
My best was never good enough
But, you were my favorite mistake.
And I wonder do you still think of me?
12. O.S.K.
For the love of hate,
For the pretty ones.
Tear off this face, and
I'll still be singled out.
Eat the candy (shit) you deserve
I'll be sure to step on your toes.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
Sinserity trips me up.
Laugh as I stumble.
One day...
One day I promise.
13. Stagnant
Deny the existence of...
Your philosophical orgasm.
Come down off your soapbox
It's been stood on before.
So much pride in you stagnant idea
Preaching the sermon to the converted.
Tunnel vision.
Rejection.
I'm still looking for answers,
But your answers leave me with more questions.
It fits into your comfortable life
Not everybody has it so easy.
Deny. Deny the outside world and atrophy.
14. Hit The Ground
Scream your name
To the deafest of the dumb.
The darker the better,
I still shake when I see you,
That's not alright.
I want to rip you to pieces
Kiss you until you remember what I meant to you.
I will try my hand at forever.
How can I walk away when I can barely stand?
15. Consumed
Mouth wide shut try not to breath
Pakaged idocy what they want you to be
"I'll eat that shit up with a spoon"
Make it easy. managable.
Unseen overseer.
Makes it easier to swallow
Spoonful of sugar bowlfull of shit
They want you weak and stupid
Congradulations
The motherfucked you all
16. A Written Apology
I can't go home
Tail between my legs
Face to the wind
Face to the wind
Sick of disspointing
Sick of dissapointments
Nothings good enough
When nothings good
I can only say I'm sorry
It all seems so hopeless
No help for the help less
Tired forever
Tired forever
17. Pledge
By the people, for the people
Without and despite us
This money run, partirachial lie
Should be shattered
One nation under rich white men
I will never put my hand over my heart
And pledge my allegiance to this
I'd fight against you, sooner than for you
Policing the world
When we can't trust our own police
Shirked responsibility at any cost
As long as its at no cost to you
You owe us
We pay your debts everyday
18. The Easy One
Plastic box culture crash keeps you in the line
Sedated consciousness
Dry eyes dry mind
Face first to the ground you bury your head
Electronic sickness
Dry eyes dry times
19. Angel
Kiss my hand
I'm gone, you're my angel
Forgot my name
Isn't it funny how things happen?
Since when was I the lucky one?
Judged by letters
Judged by your eyes
Stolen breath
Stolen glances
Sick with this I'll savor the pain
It replaces itself
20. Notes From A Smooth Talker
Set up shot down.
One time too many
I'm the pretentious asshole you know, the one who hates you.
Everything.
I can only say i don't care so many time before it's true
If the shoe fits, cut off your toes
We always fall for that one
21. T-120
. . .
22. Halving The Bones
Too late for never
I've kissed my last goodbye
You won't kill me, I'm dead
How far it's gone to save the face I've lost long ago
I was lost without you
Now i'm just lost
24. Weekend At The Fire Academy
How quaint you can spit farther than me.
Your life straight from a movie scene.
Now on a movie screen.
Sliver skies and black eyes.
I want a peice of cake.
Get your hands off my presents.
Kiss on the face.
Slap on the cheek.
I'll be the one who takes my chances.
Sort of sad, isn't it?
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.
Who's like that anyway?
01. Destination: Blood!!
This is our party
We pick the records
We set the dresscode
And make love on the dance floor.
Like it or not we're the only game in town!
02. To Praise Prosthesis
A machine put in my baboon heart.
And thanks to my new hip I can walk again.
What's so good about being human?
Just a construct-changing definition,
For changing boundries.
My iron lung helps me breathe.
And third glass eye helps keep up appearances.
I'm a technological marvel.
03. Lights Out
You are, you are, and you are...
And I am your warm body
How bad does it hurt?
I feel nothing
But you breathe through me through you
It passes through me-slides off like rain.
Breathe through me, breathe through you, breathe.
You bite my lip when we kiss
It bleeds and I fall in love
You are, you are, you are, you are, and you are...
04. Anna Karina
The newspaper reads:
"Tu est adorable."
And I whole-heartedly concur.
05. I Am Nietzche
"To hear something new is hard and
painful for the ear. We hear the music
of foreigners badly."
I make the sounds that you can't understand
This is my critique!
This is my subversion!
This is my revolution!
I make the sounds that you can't understand.
My fingers, my voice
Slide into every orifice.
You (I) own these words.
This is friendship.
That's what friends are for
I AM NIETZCHE!
1886 was a very good year and you know this to be true
Thus spake me.
06. Victory is Ours
I was born in 1968.
I was born in '68,
And I'm born again!
Fresh face for the stenciled walls.
Debord is always right here
And get scared again, cause I'm reborn.
I am reborn red! red! red! red! red!
07. Don't Rat Out Your Friends
Books in face, books on tape,
Sweet success, I've lost the weight.
It's a dream...
The ante gets upped every time
Evolution lets us down,
There are too many of them, and not
Enough of us. 2"
Join the lowbrow elite.
Education gets IV'ed.
Kids need ventilation,
We'll give it to them.
All systems are gouche.
08. Black Hills
It's too hot here,
Not my kind of town.
But I can smell you, even
Though you are miles away.
I put my hand on my stomach,
And pretend it's yours.
Leave on the lights,
Hand on my back, mouth on
My mouth-I need to feel you
Near me.
It's too hot here.
09. Snow Delay At The Frankfurt School
"Like anywhere else, there are no coincidences, probability makes for accomplices and change creates meaning"
When we move it's a movement.
10. And The Cat Turned To Smoke.
We smiled and said,
"I'll see you this summer."
But we both knew it was over.
That's just what you say to someone
Who's dying.
That's just what you say.
This is to ms.
Our hands fit, at least for a while.
I miss the face, I miss the taste.
I'm sorry about it all.
01. Le Desordre, C'est Moi!
What true project has been lost?
Slip of the fingertips
What true project has been lost?
Snake eyes and a slit wrist
Contest the totality complete self destruction all the watches stop when the first brick was thrown
Chaos is me
Le Desordre C'est Moi
Chaos is me
02. Aesthetic Dialectic
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
Don't even try
I'm here becuase
I was ready to leave
This should mean more but it can't
So dance. Dance
Dance to the sounds of america's best dressed fake out
03. In G and E
I wish I could give you more than this
A save lifer
I wish I could hold your hand and have it always feel safe
Your my best, always.
04. New Jersey vs. Valhalla
Is this starting to make sense?
Bring all your pennies to the five and dime.
Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye.
Say the things I want to hear, but don't the things we say.
That kind of talk is for phone calls at 4am and mix tape nostalgia.
It's to quiet.
Every word means something different.
We'll recover like a brick to the face.
05. Weekend at the Fire Academy
How quaint you can spit farther than me.
Your life straight from a movie scene.
Now on a movie screen.
Sliver skies and black eyes.
I want a peice of cake.
Get your hands off my presents.
Kiss on the face.
Slap on the cheek.
I'll be the one who takes my chances.
Sort of sad, isn't it?
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.
Who's like that anyway?
06. Framecode
5,6, and 10.
Reworking my reality.
Let the record play.
Trancending practicality.
Hand and hoof.
Toes and teeth.
I've done it again.
Let the record play.
Let the record play.
Reworking my reality.
Trancending practicality.
Let the record play....
5,6, and 10.
5,6,10
07. The Action Index
This isn't for you.
This isn't for you.
I speak in tounges.
Teen face for the dream date.
That girl wears black jeans.
paint it all black.
Yea paint it all black.
This isn't for you.
Teen face for the dream date.
That girl wears black jeans.
I want her to kiss those black jeans into me.
08. Death Of A Modernist
When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth.
09. Boy With No Arms
Forever is so easy to say but I can't stand to wait and be slapped in the face.
I'll keep this to myself you can't know.
Smile for me.
Pretend it's alright.
Knocked down what's the use?
I can't make you happy.
I can't even make you feel anymore.
How can you look me in the face and say that?
I believe in fear and complacency.
What do you believe in?
What do you believe in?
10. Invasion USA
Tear up the cul-de-sac it's all the rage.
Tear up the cul-de-sac fevered sensation...
Revolt against recreation.
Spit back what you taught us.
Rebellion on the roller rink.
Those reds can't touch us on the moon.
You say you miss those days.
But we did it right.
Quit the habit started smoking again.
I was crying you where laughing.
Hit in the face, blood on the snow we where never happier...
Here is all Gride's Lyrics
Kudykam - Where To Go
We don't know, we look for, we miss,
we roam, we don't know, we despair
to the left, to the up, forward, we don't know,
to the right, to the nothing
we look for, we despair, we don't know,
we suffer, we roam, we run
to somewhere off
mainly off
we don't know
where to go
the direction is difficult to find
in the motionless mire
we don't know
where to go
and so we beat on a gate by our heads
maybe there is hope
and someone is laughing behind the wall
"it is checkmate by fourth moving"
he is shouting to the silence
Znovu a opět znovu - Again and Again
everything is OK
they tell under breath, by undertone even by shouting
again and again
like an exterminator
when he gives a poison
to the feed for hungry question marks
again and again
the formula for doing truth from lies
Modlitba politického sadomasochismu - The Prayer of a Political Sadomasochism
to shut up
to bend one's head
to one's knees
to bend one's back
the four-year rosary
with beads of authority
government
army
gospel
courts
prisons
we pray for the right to obey
for the promise of safety
Made In Hell
they have been telling us
that hell is not before death
but it's only on the Earth
and has thousand forms
You read Made In Hell
written on label of your bought illusion of paradise
the trade mark of global capitalism
on bared teeth of bar codes
Die Kunst Ist Tot
where a tree should have grown up
even grass scorches there
for a feeling of delight
there is only a plastic flower
in every robot's lapel of uniform
coloured, flavoured
mass culture
a family package
for living in nonliving
Die Kunst ist tot was a motto of avant-garde dadaistic group in Germany after the World War One. This group declared that culture together with humanity had died on battlefields of the World War. They also refused all conventions, traditions and stylistics of conservative official culture. They propagated total freedom of creativity and non-commercial expression. Today, in post-modern society of consumption, almost 100 years after the Dadaist, we recognize the same feelings as they had. Only the diagnosis of the culture's death is a bit different. The culture hasn't died in any war, hasn't been killed by yperite or nuclear bomb but has been killed on production lines of entertainment industry. It is cut to pieces, sterilized and preserved and then sold according to weight. The culture is dead, only consumer goods have remained here.
Echelon
ear of your mouth
makes eyes
for other ears
the eyes of the control of your thoughts
The Echelon is a global spy system, which is managed by US secret service NSA (National Security Agency). The function of this system is to monitor all electronic communication. According to assigned words the Echelon chooses and records all that is interesting for secret services. The Echelon monitors mainly communication with political tasks but some economic tasks have also been added recently. The Echelon contains listening posts and an interpretive system. Involved states carry on listening posts and are able to create so-called national dictionaries. The dictionary contains interest words or forms, which secret services are interested in. All listening posts have all national dictionaries and filters at disposal. Then these posts are able to control acquired information according to all filters and they send results to secret services.
Teď již víme vše - Nowadays We Know All
there are no X nor Y
in the equation of living
the excrements of human mind
have been spread to space
and there is sounding from the ass
"We can be proud of it"
people say it's a highlight of progress
and I'm thinking of
how it has been celebrated by those
who died by hunger yesterday
and according to their answer it seems
that nowadays we know all
but we still don't understand
the essential
Naděje v míjení - The Hope Of Passing
drops flow on the stone
in pain of every morning
the paralysis, born by Loneliness
for pleasance of the father Fear
we whisper secretly
that they killed hope
and meanwhile our and its eyes
meet every day
a spark with a spark
hand themselves their hands
a drop and a drop
dream about the river
how a rock bends to it
the stream in desire
the fire in the river
gives live to dreams
BLU-82/B
15 000 pounds of humanity
egalité, fratelité, liberté
zero in on
only Death knows
what freedom is
and after hard work
she is singing the song of living
War propagandists often view a modern war as a chain of accurate attacks by so called smart bombs. TV shots with effects of these weapons on enemies' shelters are showed and army and political newspeak is enlarged with words like "humanitarian bombing" and so on. The idea, that only "the bad men" die in wars that are waged by rich countries of the North, is propagandised to us. But the truth is different. During these wars, the so-called dumb bombs are often used in a big scale because they are cheaper than expensive missiles with accurate guide. One of the worst bombs which has been created ever is BLU-82/B nicknamed "Daisy cutter". This bomb weights 15 000 lb. and is filled with high explosive gelled slurry GSX. Its explosion has lethal effect about 500 yards from the place where it explodes. It creates perfect democracy system of death within this area…equality, freedom and brotherhood of dying. It isn't matter if a dictator, a member of repressive forces, a women, a child, an animal, a soldier or a peasant are in the circle of its rule, they are equal everybody in this moment. Equal in death that they didn't wish, free to die for higher interests of someone else, united by their tragic destiny. BLU-82/B is pure essence of war, an answer to the picture of modern war refined by the propaganda, sour smile addressed to speeches about humanitarian bombing.
Geometrie řádu - Geometry of a Order
when laws about all will be put out finally
there won't be any reason to be afraid
only thing to ask will be remained
are you with us
or against?
machining of opinions
to linear forms of commands
signposts at corners
tattooed numbers under armpits
Tanec bláznů - Fools Dance
the orchestra tunes up
the conductor bows
silence, please, we are starting
and obedient to the drums
the machine hearts beat
and you dance
in the straitjacket
of everydayness
so dance
life from mercy
in the circle of destruction
left and right side of the bill
so dance
a tooth for a tooth
an eye for an eye
obey to the rhythm
don‘t look for the reason
it‘s long time ago in the asylum
closed in the solitary room
Nutnost? - Necessity ?
a look into the mirror
a look into my own eyes
to be both the executioner and the victim
of my own emotions
into a dark cell
as deep as the bottom of my conscience
there I have locked down my humanity
with seven turns of the key
it keeps on screaming on though
it longs to be free
thus deserves to be punished hard
lash it into blood
despite the pains
it doesn't go silent
a razor-edge plucks up calm
peace in the eye of hurricane
and so I locked it down
to succeed
to both torment and be tormented
and then I killed
to survive
I killed man
in my inner self
Slova - Words
an affectionate caress
to confirm the friendship
a shake of hand
the same as a sting
a poisonous snakebite
forced into a chain
they hold heads bent down
and fingers on the cocks of guns
they administer life's crossroads
the faithful servants of ideas
twisted into dynamite detonator
they count down to explosion
Ve stínu - In The Shadow
I know it is there
somewhere behind my back
in a friendship with time
over a bottle of alcohol
not to spare anybody
when it calls to attack
with no exception tear
the spine out of all bodies alive
I know it is there
I perceived it
through the corner of my eye
in a glimpse of the truth
under the burden of heavy boots
everything shuddered
and the air shivered of pain
he called for help
when under rain of strokes
bent low to the ground
and also the little cloth
with which they wiped their mugs
the one that used to be snow-white
now suddenly red became
like grapes of anger
ground with piston of a press
I know it is there
a grain of dust told me that
with a mild smile of the knowing
from the reverse side of the Moon arrived
entrusted me with its secret
and so now I also know
that even though there might be some light somewhere
there is a dark shadow that's lying on us all
Hranice - The Borders
carefully cut up
the mountains, oceans, the forests
because of the will of hate's messengers
into deeps wounds
full of fire and pus
handfuls of salt added
carefully cut up
the bodies, hearts, the brains
and in a filthy corner rejected
a festive dinner for the toadstool hyenas
and the supper for the vultures
across the borders in our souls
across the scars in maps
from me to you and from you to me
it's further somehow
Argument
when you can‘t find a word
and you don‘t know any facts
when you have got the feeling
that there is no authority
when you must show the world
where the real truth is
then you‘ll use your argument
the argument of clenched fist
the fear on their faces
gives you to know
the feeling of „intelligence“
it‘s an elation just to that point
when someone else uses
the argument of a gun against you
Manipulace - Manipulation
you are persuaded from every side
you meet them on your every step
how could you live so long
without our products ?
cunning investments to advertisement
control human dreams and wishes reliably
there is the only purpose
every body wants things, that were not missed before
and the only lust remains
the lust for buying
Možnost volby? - The Possibility Of Choice
variants, that aren't solutions
now you got the right to decide
will you choice the death by hanging
or rather a bullet into your nape?
Tradice - Tradition
closed in a cage
of inculcated knowledge
proudly talking
about unlimited space
Everybody says it
everybody was told before
everybody believe it
everybody was taught it
the sky is red and the sea is yellow
the sun has been black since ever
without the flag and the hymn
people wouldn‘t be people
tradition accepted
without any protests
dogmas melted
into cerebral skin
the man is a lord of creation
animals are just a feed
woman is inferior
the different ones have no rights
without dogs and the shepherds
the crowds wouldn‘t survive
and „why?“, that is the question
which is never being asked
Posedlost - Obsession
the glitter of gold has burned the eyes to ashes
the life in darkness is more simple
to go straight ahead and don't look around
to don't see the blood on your hands
obsessed by possession
obsessed by power
in a chase for your private Eden
to send the others to hell
vigorous steps grind bones of "the inferiors"
the money talk has drowned out the human cry
Lobotomie vírou Lobotomy By Belief
Oh my god, my lord
there is nothing much than you
my fate is too hard
you are my salvation
please answer me
how to live my life
lead my steps of life
into the kingdom of heaven
onto your altar
all I have I‘ll sacrifice
and my mind I‘ll put to feet of the holy church
I wanna be a puppet
that is capable of everything for your love
Pevné hradby normalizace -Firm Walls Of Normalisation
finishing of the next railing
firm walls made of barbed wire
to regulate human lives
on the right and only way
you mustn‘t turn aside
pressed to tight form
mutilated, you live in silence
in a prison of their laws
and rules
Amnézie - Amnesia
Murders of last days,
death and pain of innocent people
The reason for their suffering
is disappearing in the mist of oblivion
Memory lost in a deepest abyss
White moments in history
It's the clearest symptom of amnesia
Oswiecim
The grave of four millions bodies
The place that you chose
for a rebirth of hatred
The ignorance of the past
Your pity and your humility
is just another false mask
You said you wanted to honor the martyrs
but now you spit on their graves
Oswiecim
The crosses, you built here
they should have had different form,
the form that was here somewhere in time
It was a sign of the same evil
-Fascistic swastika-
This one is immediate reaction dealing with the situation of the former concentration camp Osweicim-Auschwitz. Nowadays, this place became again the place where fanatic hatred and intolerance are spreading their wings in full strength. The cause for it all is the monumental cross-built by poles, members of Catholic Church. Pope hallows this cross. This cross is a trespassing upon a promise given by the Christians. They promised not to build any monumental religious symbols in the concentration camp's area. This was because Jewish religion doesn't enable any Jew to pray in close neighborhood to a cross like this. So the Jews called for its removing. But they were refused and the radical Christian groups are very dogmatic and they don't cover their anti-Semitic opinions (their cross built polish nazi skinheads too). It is possible again to hear sentences about world Jewish conspiracy here. These same sentences, which we could read in Hitler's anti-Semitic laws or hear on Kristallnacht. The sentences, that were cause of six million people death. Did these Christians forget about holocaust? Did they forget how many Jewish transports finished in Auswitz? They must suffer from some kind of lost memory. How could they speak about paying tribute to polish antifascists and then scream anti-Semitic slogans? These problems don't deal only with this case. It's like the amnesia has afflicted the whole world. Fascists and nationalistic organizations are on the rise. Racists and xenophobic moods are spreading like a disease. Did we forget indeed about what happened a few decades ago? Hope, we didn't! We hope that the lost memory is just a temporary illness and people will be reminded of a real face of fascism. If they won't there is a danger that the history will be repeated. Let's learn from the mistakes of our ancestors!!!
GRIDE, September 1998
Arogance moci - Arrogance of Power
we‘re more important than anybody of you
in our uniforms, we‘re much like the gods
we‘re the police and we protect you
we‘re just for your welfare here
but don‘t try to provoke us with your „bad appearance“
or we‘ll show you who is the master
don’t try to think about any protests
we are the law here
the judgement and the punishment
Příběh s otevřeným koncem - The Story With An Open End
the chain of the motor-saw
factory stacks
cities over-filled with cars
nuclear power plants
they tell sad story
about nature devastation
about human greed
selfishness and indifference
a few sentences left to finish
upon the world, wet by tears
about destruction of mankind
or about the return to nature
me and you
we all are authors
of this final chapter
Spravedlivý system - The Rightful System
the powerful hand of totalitarian regime
relieved its pressure
be happy, you slave
after those years of oppression
lies and terror
you know the real truth and love
welcome to the freedom empire
society of bliss
with false feeling of freedom
at the counters of supermarkets
consume a don‘t doubt
show your gratitude
at the ballot box
the prosperity and the wealth
are only guaranteed
by our brand new rightful system
so why do you still feel
that pressure, which is grinding you?
you can‘t breath
tied up with a tight rope
caught in a net of the next regime
Parlamentní utopie - Parliamentary Utopia
far above your heads
built of simple trust
a palace of ballot tickets stands
from the palace windows, people and ground
seem so small, meaningless
useful only for to be commanded
lies are served on golden trays there
falsehood and selfishness seem to be a virtue
a big notice is chiselled
on the walls and on the gates
"Don't let it be disappeared
let it live forever
parliamentary democracy"
Vlast, národ a šílenství - Country, Nation And Insanity
An echo of the shot
embodied hatred
death flies forwards
tearing bodies apart
hungry for blood
the bullet doesn't ask why
it doesn't think, it kills
obedient to the commands
for the nations serenity
under the flag of its country
what's alive?
and what's the fodder for the bombs?
funeral flowers from the state
amongst mass graves
possibility to murder
acknowledged with iron medals
and at the bottom of the trench
disfigured with the tank tracks
in the mud
the lost human reason lies
Klub přátel vivisekce - Vivisection Friends Club
a need called up by advertisement
forced cosmetic product
hungry crowd buys in the markets
the shit tested on animals
there's no time for remorse
it's gone aside
greed wins above humanity
tortured animals by Draize tests
"we cannot do anything about it"
average consumer
average excuse
no will to look for the alternatives
and the answer is so easy
you don't buy, they don't profit
the solution written on every banknote
boycott! boycott! boycott! boycott!
but still they buy, they don't want to think
members of vivisection friends club
Uniforma - The Uniform
you overlook me, you despise me
because my appearance isn't enough "underground"
you introduce new norms
you create uniforms
shocking image
you have distinguished from crowd
but you haven't changed yourself
Some of our friends were exposed to mocking and contemptuous notes because of their clothes in concert. It was because they haven't military trousers, ragged jeans or T-shirt with any accepted band and they were taken inferior. People that behave this way understand anything. They want to distinguish from consumer society and create moral code that permits to you what you can wear or not. It isn't right and these people take scene as a style and their mind is in the same level like mind of some racist. Fortunately we didn't meet a lot of those people.
Vysát a zahodit - Suck And Throw It Away
multinational octopus is chocking all the world
insatiable corporations devastate mother Earth
their motto is "suck and throw it away"
they exploit and plunder this planet
in the name of progress and technologies
nature isn't important for them
gain is the highest priority
what about human being?
what does a man mean for you?
nothing
it means only replaceable working machine
and the slogan "suck and throw it away"
on the dead, destroyed planet
there will be just warning memento
the motto of our merciless period
"suck and throw it away"
Nazi Menace
discrimination, arrogance
oppression, violence
the shade of nazi menace
and you keep silent!
Now you live here, in the Nazi Empire
New world order
was created by your indolence
mutilation, intolerance
extermination, virulence
realization of nazi menace
And you keep silent!
now you stand here, face to the wall
the shackles on hands
you gather fruits of your indifference
False Friends
you tell me just nice, sweat words
"oooh, you are so gooood!"
but behind my backs these words turn to arrows
poisonous arrows
dangerous tips stick deeply into my heart
they hurt me
our friendship is dead now
forget and buried
turned to dust
Moderní společnost 1997 - Modern Society 1997
the way of life is given with the television screen
the brain – its degradation
the dependence – medium net
faces covered into the robe of apathy and indifference
voluntary refusal of own personality
crazy pace of everyday existence
artificial life without people's factor
thousands of automatic movements
and bad ostensible feelings
price of life given in dollar notes
using of feeble and powerless people
matter of course of modern society
conscience drawn in conform
and in a lot of unnecessary things