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[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway
For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai
For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi
The bitter reality is far from sexy
[L:] Choose the grave of the classes
Choose another guide
Than the old god who committed suicide
Am the fire that blew up Oklahoma

Come to me through the channels of the soul
Pantheon of designer rock 'n' roll
The war broke out in the back of my head
No victims but several dead

Clear the lounge furnished with skulls
Put out my heart and replace it with pulse
Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature

The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise

We rode along the linear scaffold
To a fertile sidetrack
Not yet been tamed
By urban architecture
Unknown in a rural village
Tresspassing silent roads

skyer får et kall til å forsvinne
ropet jaller over de islagte viddene

det siste landskap av vinden som slår
og regn uten ende

du sitter i en bil
et panstret hus

{Dionysos, god of wine and ecstasy
Attend this vernal feast, with satyrs and bacchantes -
fury, strings and choirs create a canvas in your honour}

Mademoiselle, please enter this night of spring
Undress to the sound of carcassing chorals
"Dionysify this night of spring", dionysified they sing
The Aphrodite Loveroom glows with ruby walls

[C:] The next string of lives will know our speed limit
[L:] The next string of lives will do everything to break it
[C:] The next string of lives will deny you a grave
[L:] The next string of lives will regard you as a slave
[C:] The next string of masters will ignore the bills you passed
[L:] The next string of masters will change the order fast
[C:] The next string of masters will not know the earth
[L:] The next string of masters will live alone from birth

Seven years of pain for one night of joy
Loki tricked the lovers with a vicious ploy
He spoke to the queen in his softest voice
Told her he would give her the following choice

Either you were raped by the skald of the king
Death upon the man who would do you such a thing! -
Or you cheated on your husband, striking him down -

Ils se sont rencontrés dans un cabaret dans l'air
Situé central dans la technosphere
55AH a cherché de l'amour artificielle
le bordel cosmique lui a donné une demoiselle
(x2)

Liberté Égalité Fraternité
Le sexe n'existe plus la peur l'a remplacé

Luna plina - lift your veil of silver
Red wine rebellion - drown yourself in vain
Control and strength - cultivating sense
Regressive dreams - living in the past
Atmosfear - emptiness inside
Disintegration - scatered sence of life

Realised impermanence - the sunrise of the human mind

[L:] My appartment works fine
No need for locations
It's spacious enough for a camera and some Asians
[C:] At the moment I am working on the Eastern Block
I bet my ladies would love a Serbo cock
[L:] Before shooting the sessions we chill out with a joint
Pump the girls with drugs to make them see the point
[C:] In bonking lousy guys in my stinking cellar

The world is my will and I will a cigar
A coronas corona creation of sound
Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand
Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana
A motion picture to rewind and master
The director died in a Nietzschean crash
Franco-American power première
CK II Chanel no. 6

Treacherous queen
Who abused my good faith
I will take you
Where birds have never been
A knife in my belt
A spear in my hand
To my burning eyes
Your halls are made of glass

Ein haustdag på fjellet
gjeng ei kjerring med rive
Daudens raude dotter
et fingrar frå eit knyte

Med handi for augo
skyggjer ho for soli
Ho fer gjenom heimen

Remember me bastard for my years in the ice

Do you see me your victim of old
I have waited for revenge to turn cold
I have explored the world to find the place you hide
Rooted out of your rathole this is your last ride
Red for Fire + Black for Death

burn the edges of your thoughts
feel the air beneath
burn the edges of your thoughts
feel the air beneath

witness the cosmic dance from a red view

burn the edges of your thoughts

O father of truth and marvellous lies
Ignorance the dragon never dies
In the Midgard of men they call you sagateller
In the Asgard of gods they call you dragonkiller
Red words for black thoughts, you cannot be blamed
No name is a secret, no secret is unnamed
The sagas you tell mankind teach them about fate
Songs and legends from times of love and hate

Kom, sterke storm frå æverømd,
og stål min vilje, løys min streng!
Lyft åndå mi på ørneveng
og syn meg leid og dag i kjømd.

Kom storm, og alt det rotne riv!
Kom, lausmòd-rakar ifrå aust,
i bleik og herja utglødd haust

Invoke the big silence on this small disc
Trespasser listener on your own risk

All-sound without sound booming all around
All-sound without sound booming all around

A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer
Whose tyrannical arias won't cease to linger

A vessel filled with flowers burning in the bay
The giver of life claimed by death so fast
String the bow of sorrow for a salute
Arrows of eternity, of all the ones I loved

So many departures, so many women gone
I swim the sea of tears, covered with salt
Now I know what it feels like to lose protection

Sun I call burning wheel
Sword I call wolf of steel

Star I call sword of light
Rune I call sign in stone

Man I call tree that thinks
Earth I call grave of men

når parasollen åpner seg I sjelelsk
glimrer det langs spilene
og verden blir kjønn

du er vanntårnet på på bordet

jeg danser på kanten av glasset
og lengter mot regn og frodige skoger

sex from backyards – porches
out – into chambers – arenas
parliaments of men
broadcasted boys

we fell off the macho vehicle
as batons from the scientific rev
lost their bastille in paris 68

Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozak
Propose one hour of messianic Mozart
Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak
Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart

The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team
Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream
Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando's finite

The USA Don't Exist

Out of the seven classic arts
Rhetoric rises to bust the charts
The master of agony invites you to the Forum
Louder than Romanum's decadent decorum
The bell booms GO! The centurion rhymes
Heroically racing for blood-hungry times

Snart skal eg fara
til heimen yver havet
Etter snoking rundt i verdi
lengtar eg mot nord

Hjarta spør um vegen
Eg drygjer med å svara
Det veit ikkje lenger

Wot a rat dat did ya dat
Wid a shot rite at de pot
Dat is not de spot to hit
If rat ain't set for a rat-a-tat

Wip de rat wid wot u got
A cat to rip de gut of rat
A bot for tit n bot for tat

Massar vel massar
Vox vulgi vulgarisque
Sjøl vel eg meg burt
frå grunne dustadorer

Fri frå radioti
frå prat og mas med plonk
Popbutikk med platt lyrikk

As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky
The floodwave took it all life up here is risky
What can I tell you the giants pulled us under
A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder

My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves
I knew at heart no bloody magic saves
In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss

the poem was written by the noble lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

when the moon is on the wave,
and the glow-worm in the grass,
and the meteor on the grave,
and the wisp on the morass
when the falling stars are shooting,
and the answer'd owls are hooting,

I walked towards Reykjavik as always alone
When a band of dwarves seized me pulling me through stone
Down into their underworld where birds have never been
Wickedness and wonders the weirdest things ever seen
A silver dwarf seated on his mighty dark throne
Held up his wand and spoke to me in dire tone
"You come from way above and shall prove your worth
This ordeal has been waiting since before your birth

WORLD MUSIC WITH BLACK EDGES

Out of Africa, Mother of the species
The original tribe falling to pieces
As families diverged and spread to farther lands
We are the offspring of those traveling bands

Back to Africa, returning to the Source