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[Der Kamerad]

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und vielleicht noch ein paar mehr.
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du Arsch,du Sack,du Sau,
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als `ne Frau.

Vor mir an der Ampel
fährt `n Opa mit `nem Hut.
Er rast mit vierzig durch die Stadt
und findet das noch gut.
Ich rufe,grüner wird`s nicht,
alter Wichser,penn nicht ein!
Wenn du nicht losfährst,
mach ich dich platt,du dummes Schwein.

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Vor mir dieses Arschgesicht,
der hat was an der Schüssel.
Fährt sture hundert auf der linken Spur
in Richtung Brüssel.
Ich ziehe kurz vor Köln nach rechts vorbei
und brems ihn aus.
Und fahr zu meinem Auftritt
bei der Sendung mitd er Maus.

Dort stimmen alle Kinderlein
in dieses Liedchen ein:

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Kommt Kinder,wir gehn `n Bier trinken!

[Bakunin]

die "symphony for the devil"

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and tas
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith


And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate


Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game


I stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain


I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank


Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah


I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made


I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me


Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay


Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby


Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game


Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint


So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah


Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down


Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!


Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame


Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah


What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name


Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

[Hakan]

Dire Straits Brothers In Arms lyrics
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

[Hakan]

hey, there people I'm Bobby Brown,
they say I'm the cutest boy in town!
My car is fast, my teeth are shiny,
so tell all the girls they can kiss my Heini!
Here I am at a famous school,
I present sharp and I'm actin' cool.
I've got a chearleader here wants to help
with my paper let her do all the work
and maybe later I rape her!

Oh, god I am the American dream
I do not think I'm too extreme
And I'm a handsome son of a bich,
I'm gonna get a good job and be real rich!
(get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good..)

Womans liberation
came creepin' all across the nation.
I tell you, people, I was not ready
when I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddi !
She made a little speech then,
oh she tried to make me say when...
She had my balls in a vice but she left the dick,
I guess it's still hooked on but now it shoots to
quick!
Oh, god I am the American dream,
but now I smell like vaseline
and I'm a miserable son of a bich
am I a boy or a lady I dont know which!
(I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder)

So I went out and bought me a leisure suit
I'm jingling my change but I'm still kind cute.
Got a job, doing radio promo,
and none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo!
Eventually me and a friend,
sort of drifted along into S&M
I can take about an hour of the tower of power,
as long as I get my little golden shower.

Oh, god I am the American dream,
put a spindle in my butt till it makes me scream
And my name is Bobby Brown,
watch me now, I'm going down.
And my name is Bobby Brown,
watch me now, I'm going down.
And my name is Bobby Brown,
watch me now, I'm going down.

BOOOOOOM!!!
yeah, I don't know if you're surprised

[Polly]

Ein Lied gegen den elektrischen Stuhl.

The Mercy Seat

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in Dead Row,
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.

In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.

My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way I'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my blood is boiling
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But I'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.

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words by Nick Cave
music by Nick Cave, Mick Harvey

[Schwartzer Rab]

Mercy Seat, jo, gute Wahl, die Coverversion von Johnny Cash (Album "American III - Solitary Man", 2000) ist übrigens grandios.

Noch ein feines, das sich kritisch mit der Todesstrafe auseinandersetzt:

Steve Earle: "Billy Austin" vom Album "Steve Earle & The Dukes - The Hard Way", 1990.

My name is Billy Austin, I’m twenty-nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma, Quarter Cherokee I’m told
Don’t remember Oklahoma, been so long since I left home
Seems like I’ve always been in prison, like I’ve always been alone

Didn’t mean to hurt nobody, never thought I’d cross that line
I held up a filling station, like I’d done a hundred times
The kid done like I told him, he lay face down on the floor
Guess I’ll never know what made me turn and walk back through that door

The shot rang out like thunder, my ears rang like a bell
No one came runnin’, so I called the cops myself
Took their time to get there and I guess I could’a run
I knew I should be feeling something, but I never shed tear one

I didn’t even make the papers, ’cause I only killed one man
But my trial was over quickly and then the long hard wait began
Court appointed lawyer couldn’t look me in the eye
He just stood up and closed his briefcase when they sentenced me to die

Now my waitin’s over as the final hour drags by
I ain’t about to tell you that I don’t deserve to die
But there’s twenty-seven men here mostly black, brown and poor
Most of em are guilty, but who are you to say for sure?

So when the preacher comes to get me and they shave off all my hair
Could you take that long walk with me knowing hell is waitin’ there
Could you pull that switch yourself, sir, with a sure and steady hand
Could you still tell youself, sir, that you’re better than I am

My name is Billy Austin, I’m twenty-nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma, Quarter Cherokee I’m told

[fryfan]

Kraftschlag - Deutsch geboren


Angeblich sind wir alle gleich auf diesem Erdenball
Doch zwingt man uns zusammenzuleben, kommt es zum großen Knall
Ich hab nun mal keine Lust zu teilen und der Gastgeber zu sein
Toleranz zu zeigen hab ich nie gelernt und mein Mitgefühl ist klein

(Kehrreim)

Ja ich bin deutsch geboren, darum bin ich kriminell
Denn ich bin stolz darauf und nicht multikulturell
Ja ich bin deutsch geboren und ich danke den Göttern dafür
Daß ich bleibe wie ich bin und diesen Stolz in mir spür

Wir kommen aus dem hohen Norden, hier ist unser Heimatland
Seen und Inseln, Meer und Wälder, blauer Himmel, weißer Strand
Ich kann den Gedanken nicht ertragen : Wie sieht unsere Zukunft aus
Ist sie Schwarz oder Weiß, sind wir Minderheit oder Herr im eigenen Haus

[Hakan]

Faschistenpack - Herne 3

Sie leben mitten unter uns -
fast unbestraft -
und haben sich in ihre Ideen gefährlich verrannt
Sie reden viel von "Vaterland",
von "Heimat", "Volk" und "Blut",
von einer Jugend voller Härte
und Untertänigkeit.

Sie sind die Erben Hitlers,
Göbbels, Mussolinis,
und tief im Süden Deutschlands,
da ist ihr Nest.
Von vielen Pseudodemokraten
werden sie noch gedeckt,
und spielen schon den nächsten Krieg
im Wald versteckt.

Mancher nennt das Schabernack,
Für mich ist das Faschistenpack!

Sie machen Jagd auf Türkenmädchen -
hundsgemein -
und schreien "Ausländer raus!"
und stehen leider nicht allein!
Und manch' alter Nazi putzt die Knarre
und sein Hakenkreuz,
und träumt von ein paar Juden
im Fadenkreuz.

[Hakan]

Sie brauchen keinen Führer

In der U-Bahn kreisen Sprüche,
Und die Sprüche sind nicht neu
vor 50 Jahren klang das ähnlich
und war im Sinne der Partei

Und in den Kneipen erzählen sie Witze
brutale Witze und lachen kalt
und sie beschließen, wer ihnen den Job klaut
wird vergast oder abgeknallt

Auf dem Schulhof spielen die Kinder
"Türke und Gendarm"
und in der Klasse, getrennt nach Rasse
im Geschichtsunterricht gähnen sie lahm

Auf den Straßen und im Fußballstadion
fangen sie wieder an zu schreien
und dann schmeißen grölende Germanen-Gangs
Granaten in die Kebab-Läden rein

...und viele sagen immer noch:
So schlimm ist das doch wirklich nicht
es ist doch hier weit und breit
kein neues Drittes Reich in Sicht

Nein, sie brauchen keinen Führer
nein, sie können's jetzt auch alleine
nein, sie brauchen ihn nicht mehr
diese neuen Nazi-Schweine
und keine braune Uniform
die Klamotten sind jetzt bunt
doch die gleiche kalte Kotze
schwappt ihnen wieder aus dem Mund
sie marschieren nicht in der Reihe
doch die Front steht wie ein Mann
ja, früher waren's die Juden
und heute sind die Türken dran

...und viele sagen immer noch:
Das wird sich niemals wiederholen!
Aber seht ihr denn nicht
an den Häuserwänden
dieselben alten neuen Parolen ?!

Nein, sie brauchen keinen Führer.

[fryfan]

da muss ich gleich mal kontern

Sie kommen bei Nacht und Nebel, sie kommen aus aller Welt
Aus aller Herren Länder und ihr Motiv ist Geld
Sie überwindeten alle Grenzen und ihr Stachel traf uns auch
Nach Deutschland, ins gelobte Land, zu kommen ist ihr Traum
Ihr Traum, ihr Traum
Refrain:
Hat man uns je gefragt ob das so sein soll?
Jahrelang die gleichen Sprüche, doch das Boot ist voll
Das Schiff Deutschland beginnt zu schlingern, bald ist es soweit
Das Schiff Deutschland beginnt zu sinken, nur noch eine Frage der Zeit
Wie lange darf man noch behaupten „So kann’s nicht weitergehen!“?
Wie lange ist es noch erlaubt dagegen aufzustehen?
Wie lange noch, wie lange noch bis ihr endlich erkennt
Wann werden wir endlich begreifen das unser Haus abbrennt?