The Garden- Einstürzende Neubauten
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of conciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain


Text: Bargeld

I find this to be the most beautiful song ever.

Haus der Lüge- Also Einstürzende Neubauten

Erstes Geschoss:
Hier leben die Blinden
die glauben was sie sehen
und die Tauben
die glauben was sie hören
festgebunden auf einem Küchenhocker
sitzt ein Irrer, der glaubt
alles was er anfassen kann
(seine Hände liegen im Schoss)

Zweites Geschoss:
Rolle für Rolle
Bahn für Bahn
Rauhfaser tapeziert
in den Gängen stehen Mieter herum
Betrachten die Wände aufmerksam
suchen darauf Bahn um Bahn
nach Druck- und Rechtschreibfehlern
könten nicht mal ihren Namen entziffern

Auf ins nächste Geschoss:
Welches, oh Wunder! nie fertiggestellt
nur über die Treppe erreicht werden kann

hier lagern Irrtümer, die gehören der Firma
damit kacheln sie die Böden
an die darf keiner ran

Viertes Geschoss:
Hier wohnt der Architekt
er geht auf in seinem Plan
dieses Gebäude steckt voller Ideen
es reicht von Funda- bis Firmament
und vom Fundament bis zur Firma

Im Erdgeschoss:
Befinden sich vier Türen
die führen
direkt ins Freie
oder besser gesagt. in den Grundstein
da kann warten wer will
um zwölf kommt Beton
Grundsteinlegung!
Gedankengänge sind gestrichen
in Kopfhöhe braun
infam oder katholisch violett
zur besseren Orientierung

Dachgeschoss:
Es hat einen Schaden
im Dachstuhl sitzt ein alter Mann
auf dem Boden tote Engel verstreut
(deren Gesichter sehen ihm ähnlich)
zwischen den Knien hält er ein Gewehr
er zielt auf seinen Mund
und in den Schädel
durch den Schädel
und aus dem Schädel heraus
in den Dachfirst
dringt das Geschoss

Gott hat sich erschossen
ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut
Gott hat sich erschossen
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut
Lüge, Lüge
Ein Dachgeschoss wird ausgebaut

and in english-

First floor:
Here live the blind
who believe what they see
and the deaf
who believe what they hear
bound and gagged to kitchen-stool
sits a fool, who believes
in all he can feel
(his hands in his lap)

Second floor:
roll after roll
length after length
in woodchip wallpaper
lone tenants stand around
observing the walls with frowns
searching row by row
looking for printing and spelling mistakes
they couldn't even decipher their own names

Up to the next floor!
Which, oh wonder! Never completed
can only be reached by the stairs

here are stored errors, which belong to the firm
and with which they tile the floors
upon these none may tread

Fourth floor:
here lives the architect
immersed in his plan of
this building crammed with ideas
it stretches from funda- to firmament
and from it`s foundations to the firm

In the ground floor.
there are four doors
they lead
directly out-of-doors
or more precisely: to the corner-stone
he who wants to can wait there
the concrete's coming at twelve
corner-stone lego
thought passages are painted over
in head-height brown
infamous or catholic purple
for better orientation

Top floor:
has some damage
in the rafters an old man sits
dead angels are strewn across the floor
(their faces resemble his)
between his knees he holds a gun
he aims it at his mouth
and into the skull
and out of the skull
and out of the skull's other side
into the roof's apex
drills that bullet

god has shot himself
now a topfloor can be renovated
god has shot himself
now a top floor can be renovated
lies, lies
a top floor can be renovated

"Be Human" Tachikoma Song

I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough
100 percentile no errors no miss
I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much
Don't worry 'bout dreaming because I don't sleep --

I wish I could at least 30 percent
Maybe 50 for pleasure then skip all the rest

If I only was more human
I would count every single second the rest of my life
If I just could be more human
I'd have so many little babies and maybe a wife

I'd roll around in mud and have lots of fun then when I was done
Build bubblebath towers and swim in the tub
Sand Castles on the beach, frolick in the sea, get a broken knee
Be scared of the dark and I'd sing out of key

Curse when I lost a fight, kiss and reunite, scratch a spider's bite
Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile
Pet kittens 'till they purred, maybe keep a bird, always keep my word
I'd cry at sad movies and laugh 'till it hurt

I'd buy a big bike, I'd ride by the lake
And I'd have lots of friends and I'd stay out too late

If I could just be more human
I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye
If only I was more human
I'd embrace every single feeling that came in my life

Would I care and be forgiving?
Would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?

Would I doubt and have misgivings?
Would I cause someone sorrow too? Would I know what to do?

Will I cry when its all over?

When I die will I see Heaven?

_{I've had this on repeat a lot lately.
A song so haunting and utterly melodic.}

Slipknot - "Vermillion"

She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalaties
So fragile yet so devious
She continues to see it
Climatic hands that press
Her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

She is everything and more
The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia bathed in posession
She is home to me

I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home
Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed And crazy, Aphid Attraction
Carve my name in my face, to recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

(Yeah!)

I'm a slave, and I am a master
No restraints and, unchecked collectors
I exist through my need, to self ablige
She is something in me, that I despise

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me

SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!

(She isn't real, I can't make her real)
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)

Yes, I like Slipknot. Is that a problem, huh, IS IT?!

Only know what I'm told, only know what I'm told
Fast asleep daydreaming
Start to push, break your own glass ceiling
Can't count, can't catch the pieces falling

Who let it end up on the ground
How am I gonna know you're letting me down
How did I end up on the ground

Only do what I'm told, only do what I'm told
Last to leave cold calling
You're gonna lose your arms, amputate plasticine
There's no knight in silver armor shining

Who let it end up on the ground
How am I gonna know I'm letting you down
Who let it end up on the ground
How did he end up on the ground
Face down on the ground

Only go where I'm told, only know what I'm told
Inch to inches crowding
We can't leave, it's the last road open
Every speed on our knees is crawling

Metric - Glass Ceiling

For El Gringo, a sea shanty.

Sea Shanty

Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back on the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea

I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won't go down to the sea any more
But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn't give you me the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn't give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here

A man's ambition must indeed be small
To write his name upon a shithouse wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all
And when all of us bold shithouse poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit
A monument of solid shit now me boys
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts
I called him a whore and he booted me crotch
Then we shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet

The Pogues

José

Werewolf - Cat Power

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes a steppin’ along
He don’t even break the branches
Where he’s been gone

You can hear his long holler from away ’cross the moor
That’s the holler of a werewolf when he’s feelin’ poor

He goes out in the evenin’ when the bats ’re on the wing
An’ he’s killed some young maiden before the birds sing

For the werewolf, for the werewolf
Have sympathy
’cause the werewolf he is someone
Just like you an’ me

Once I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were a flyin’
All alone I saw the werewolf and the werewolf was cryin’

Cryin’ nobody, nobody, nobody knows
How much I love the maiden as I tear off his cloths
Cryin’ nobody, nobody, knows of my pain
When I see it has risen that full moon again

When I see that moon movin’ through the clouds in the sky
I get a crazy feelin’ an’ I wonder why

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes travelin’ along
He don’t even break the branches
Where he’s been gone

For the werewolf have pity, not fear, an’ not hate
’cause the werewolf might be someone that you’ve known of late

Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes travelin’ along
He don’t even crush the leaves
Where he’s been gone

Japanese Gum
Her Space Holiday

I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away
To every guy she met
And with all the games they played
She never seemed to cry
She never got upset
And one by one they came
And one by one they left
I thought that I could fix her
If she would let me in
But all of my advances
Were shut down in the end
When days turned into months
I begged her to explain
And this is what she sang

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself

I used to know this boy
Who took notes in a book
But he ripped out all the pages
Before I got a look
At all the words he scribbled
At all the lines he filled
But the ink stains on his fingers
Told me he was skilled
At capturing a feeling
That most of us just miss
The simple pain of living
With goodbyes on our lips
I found one of the pages
Crumpled by her bed
And this is how it read

It's not like I am weak
Or that I don't know how to leave
It's just that every time you cheat
You bring me closer to defeat

Until there's nothing left to love
Until there's nothing left to say
I know that you need help
But even I can't save you from yourself

Artist: Johnny Cash
Song: Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Johnny Cash
"A Boy Named Sue"

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!


_{the prison live version. awesome!}

Subhumans-No
No I don't believe in Jesus Christ
My mother died of cancer when I was 5
No I don't believe in religion
I was forced to go to church, I wasn't told why
No I don't believe in the police force
Police brutality isn't a dream
No I don't believe in the system
Cos Nothing it does makes sense to me
Don't worry you'll get over it
You'll grow up, you'll calm down
Another youth, another fashion
You'll get over it, you'll calm down
You don't really mean what you say
You've had too much to drink
Don't be so full of hated
It's not as bad as you think
No I don't believe in what you say
You're just part of what I despise
Yes you're part of the fucking system
I ain't blind, I can see your lies
Cos the system thrives on ignorance
What the public don't know, they can't reject
In the face of you all I stand defiant
The rest of the people, they wanna forget

Fear Factory - Descent

Falling victim from neglect
Designed thoughts and intellect
Forgotten and displaced
The crux of my dismay

I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

Deeper into this abyss
Weighted down and sinking fast
Life did not offer me
More than false destiny

I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I secend?

I am nothing
I feel nothing
I am nothing
I feel nothing
Nothing
Nothing...

How deep I descend?
Until I reach my end?
How deep I descend?

"Λιωμένο παγωτό" Ξύλινα Σπαθιά

Καποιος κοιταει την ωρα
καποιος στο δρομο τρεχει
καπου σε καποια χωρα
τωρα μπορει να βρεχει

και μενα τι με νοιαζει
εδω εχει παντα ηλιο
μονο που με τρομαζει
οποτε λεω θα φυγω
ειχα πει θα φυγω,ειχα πει

κι ομως ειμαι ακομα εδω
κι αυτο το καλοκαιρι
λυωμενο παγωτο κολλαει στο χερι
καποιος κοιταει την ωρα
καποιος στο δρομο τρεχει
ειμαι ακομα εδω

εχει αδειασει η πολη
γυρναω στη παραλια
εχουνε φυγει ολοι
η ωρα πηγε μια

και μενα τι με νοιαζει
εδω εχει παντα ηλιο
μονο που με τρομαζει
οποτε λεω θα φυγω
ειχα πει θα φυγω ειχα πει

κι ομως ειμαι ακομα εδω
κι αυτο το καλοκαιρι
λυωμενο παγωτο κολλαει στο χερι
καποιος κοιταει την ωρα
καποιος στο δρομο τρεχει
ειμαι ακομα εδω

"Melted Ice Cream" Xulina Spa8ia (Wooden Sabers)

Someone is looking at the time
someone is running on the street
somewhere in some country
now it might be raining

but why should I care
here it's always sunny
the only thing that I fear
always when I say I 'll go
I had said I would go, I had said

but I am still here
again this summer
melted ice cream, sticks on my hand
someone is looking at the time
someone is running on the street
and I am still here

the city has emptied
I go back to the beach
everybody is gone
and it's now 1 o' clock

but why should I care
here it's always sunny
the only thing that I fear
always when I say I 'll go
I had said I would go, I had said

but I am still here
again this summer
melted ice cream, sticks on my hand
someone is looking at the time
someone is running on the street
and I am still here

The Twisted Chipmunk Song ~ Bob Rivers Comedy Troupe
(Parody of 'Christmas Don't Be Late' by The Chipmunks)

"Alright you chipmunks, ready to sing your new song?"
"I’ll say we are."
"Let’s get this over with."
"Okay Squeaky?”
"Okay.”
"Okay Thagadore?"
"Okay."
"Okay Melvin? Melvin? MEEEELLLLVVVVIIIIINNNNN!!!!!!"
"Relax old man - Jesus!"

Christmas chipmunks sing each year,
Squeaky rodents hurt your ears.
We’ll sing bad till Christmas past,
Hurry Christmas, pass real fast.
We’re a pain to listen to,
Been around since ‘62.
You could hardly stand us then,
Now here we come again.

"Ah boys, excuse me, hold it, look you guys..."

You can hardly stand to hear
Three weasels every year.

"All right, you know that’s not how it goes, boys."
"Ah, that’s how it goes now, pops."
"Lets cool it with the ad-libbing and give it one more try."
"I’m sorry, who’s the artist here?"
"You know you guys could all be used in shampoo testing.”
"What would you know about shampoo?"
"Nice rug."
"Oh yeah, that looks real."
"I tell you, Melvin, I got a friend in the research lab that would pay top dollar for a gerbil like you."
"Could he get me some Viagra?"
"You want an ear growing out of your back, pal?"
"You wouldn’t dare!"
"You want me to let the cat in here? I’ll do it. I’ve been wanting to do it for years!"
"Bring him on!"
"Yeah, he's a pussy!"
"That’s it, I’m going to fire up the barbeque!!!"

Raglan Road

On Raglan road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.

On Grafton street in november,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged.
The queen of hearts still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
Well I loved too much; by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
That’s known to all the artists who have
Known true gods of sound and time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of may.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now away from me,
So hurriedly. my reason must allow,
For I have wooed, not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.

I like most versions I have heard, but I am partial to Joan Osborne's.

Carmina Burana at the Auditorium, by the Conservatory Orchestra. The young players really did give their best.

So here is the start (or the ending).

O Fortuna (O Fortune,)
velut luna (like the moon)
statu variabilis, (you are changeable,)
semper crescis (ever waxing)
aut decrescis; (and waning; )
vita detestabilis (hateful life)
nunc obdurat (first oppresses)
et tunc curat (and then soothes)
ludo mentis aciem, (as fancy takes it; )
egestatem, (poverty)
potestatem (and power)
dissolvit ut glaciem. (it melts them like ice.

Sors immanis (Fate - monstrous)
et inanis, (and empty,)
rota tu volubilis, (you whirling wheel,)
status malus, (you are malevolent,)
vana salus (well-being is vain)
semper dissolubilis, (and always fades to nothing,)
obumbrata (shadowed)
et velata (and veiled)
michi quoque niteris; (you plague me too; )
nunc per ludum (now through the game)
dorsum nudum (I bring my bare back)
fero tui sceleris. (to your villainy.)

Sors salutis (Fate is against me)
et virtutis (in health)
michi nunc contraria, (and virtue,)
est affectus (driven on)
et defectus (and weighted down,)
semper in angaria. (always enslaved.)
Hac in hora (So at this hour)
sine mora (without delay)
corde pulsum tangite; (pluck the vibrating strings; )
quod per sortem (since Fate)
sternit fortem, (strikes down the string man,)
mecum omnes plangite! (everyone weep with me!)

José

Edit: Damn smilies!

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Frank Sinatra by Cake

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While frank sinatra sings stormy weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

Beyond the suns that guard this roof,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns,
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with chinese lamps.
He saves what others throw away.
He says that he’ll be rich some day.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While frank sinatra sings stormy weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

Heaven, I'm in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek

Oh I love to climb a mountain
And reach the highest peak
But it doesn't thrill (boot) me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek
But I don't enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek

Now Mamma Dance with me
I want my arm(s) about you
That (Those) charm(s) about you
Will carry me through...

(Right up) To heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, out together dancing (swinging)
Out together dancing cheek to cheek

Satchmo and Ella