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    Warner Bros - 2011
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    • Review - 29.11.2011
  
  
  

  Brandenburg Gate

  I would cut my legs and tits off
  When I think of Boris Karloff and Kinski
  In the dark of the moon
  It made me dream of Nosferatu
  Trapped on the isle of Doctor Moreau
  Oh wouldn’t it be lovely
  I was thinking Peter Lorre
  When things got pretty gory as I
  Crossed to the Brandenburg Gate
  I was feeling snappy perhaps I’d been napping
  And I’d just ate
  A following heart can tear you apart
  On a midnight to 8 shift
  A graveyard romance can only give one chance
  As the tombstones weave and breathe
  Feeling happy when my heart got beating
  On a Sunday afternoon
  I dreamt of breezes going through the treeses
  And stars were still illumed
  I have three hearts that I keep apart
  Trying to relate
  To normal feelings and the nightime reelings
  And some absynthe drunk so late
  The cook got drunk and all the whores they shrunk
  Onto the size of dessert plates
  But me I’m happy cause I got my little nappy
  And some opium to set me straight
  I’m just a small town girl who wants to give it a whirl
  While my looks still hold me straight
  Straight up to illusion and fantasy’s fusion
  Of reality mixed with drink
  I’m just a small town girl who’s gonna give life a whirl
  Looking at the Brandenburg Gate
  
  

  The View

  I am a chorus of the voices
  That gather up the magnets
  Set before me
  
  I attract you and repel you
  A science of the heart
  And blood and meaning
  
  The coldness of most beauties
  Is a challenge that our youth
  Must quickly conquer
  
  There is no time for guilt
  Or second guessing, second guessing
  Based on feeling
  
  I am the truth, the beauty
  That causes you to cross
  Your sacred boundaries
  
  I have no morals
  Some think me cheap
  And someone who despises
  The normalcy of heartbreak
  The purity of love
  
  But I worship the young
  And just formed angel
  
  Who sits upon the pin of lust
  Everything else
  Bores me
  
  I want to see your suicide
  I want to see you give it up
  your life of reason
  I want you on the floor
  And in a coffin your soul shaking
  I want to have you doubting
  Every meaning you´ve amassed
  Like a fortune
  
  Oh throw it away
  
  For worship someone
  Who actively despises you
  
  For worship someone
  Who actively despises you
  
  I am the root
  I am the progress
  I´m the aggressor
  I am the tablet
  These ten stories
  
  Worship
  Worship
  
  pain and evil have their place
  Sitting here beside me
  I offer them to you as servants
  of the gold that you must give
  
  Pain and evil have their
  Sitting here beside me
  And i´ll offer them, I offer them to you
  As servants of the gold
  That you must give to me
  
  I want to see your suicide
  I want to see yo give it up, give it up
  Your your life of reason
  
  I want to see you on the floor
  
  And in a coffin, soul shaking
  Soul shaking
  I want to have you doubting
  Every meaning you´ve amassed
  Like a fortune, like a fortune
  Throw it away
  
  For worship of someone who actively despises you
  
  I am the view
  I am the table
  I am the view
  I am the table
  I am all this
  I am the root
  The progress
  The aggressor
  I am the table
  I am the ten stories
  I am the table
  I am [x5]
  
  

  Pumping Blood

  If I pump out blood in the sunshine
  Oil on the wheel
  That is blasted and busted away
  
  A nail or a little piece of glass
  A little piece of glass
  A little piece of glass
  Swarming like bees over the air
  Off the pump off the thing
  The blood that I´m pumping away
  
  Like bees over the air
  Off the pump
  Off the thing
  The blood that I´m pumping away
  
  Off the pump
  Off the thing
  The blood that I´m pumping away
  
  If I pump blood in the sunshine
  And you wear a leather box with azaleas
  And I pump more blood
  And it seeps through my skin
  Will you adore the river
  The stream, the trickle
  The tributary of my heart
  
  As I pump more blood
  And it seeps through my skin
  
  Will you adore the river
  The stream, the trickle
  The tributary of my heart
  
  If I´m pumping blood
  Like a common state worker
  If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
  Would you think less of me
  
  And my coagulating heart
  
  Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
  Coagulating heart
  Pumping blood
  
  Would you top me off
  Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy
  While you yell out, "mercy"
  We grow apart
  Would you rip and cut me
  
  Use a knife on me
  
  Be shocked at the boldness
  The coldness of this little heart
  Tied up in leather
  Would you take the measure
  Of the blood that I pump
  In the manic confusion of love
  
  Supreme violation
  Supreme violation
  "Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you"
  
  "Oh Jack I beseech you"
  Supreme violation
  
  Blood in the foyer
  The bathroom
  The tea room
  The kitchen, with her knives splayed
  
  I will swallow your sharpest cutter
  Like a colored man´s dick
  
  Blood spurting from me
  "Oh Jack, Jack I beseech…"
  "Jack, I beseech you, I beseech…"
  In the end it was an ordinary heart
  
  "Oh Jack I beseech you"
  As I scream out my pain
  In the end it was an ordinary heart
  
  In the end, in the end, in the end
  It was an ordinary heart
  
  "Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you"
  Supreme violation . . . Oh
  
  "Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you"
  I call out your name
  
  Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,
  The tea room, the kitchen
  And knives splayed
  I swallow your sharpest cutter
  Like a colored man´s dick
  Blood spurting from me
  Blood spurting from me
  
  "Oh Jack"
  
  "Oh Jack, I beseech ya"
  In the end it was an ordinary heart
  
  In the end it was an ordinary heart
  Pumping blood
  
  

  Mistress Dread

  I’m built like you are
  I have a dress and a train
  Your snake cold lips
  Make a harsh straight line
  That echoes through my brain
  
  You’re perfect
  Let me lift a glass high
  Let me follow in your footsteps
  Let me follow in your sigh
  Let me follow in your sigh
  
  I’m a woman who likes men
  But this is something else
  I’ve never felt such stirrings
  I feel like I
  Was someone else
  
  I wish you’d tie me up and beat me
  Crush me like a kick
  A bleeding strap across my back
  Some blood that you could kiss
  
  Oh kiss away, oh kiss away
  I wish there was a strap of blood
  That you could kiss away
  I wish there was a strap of blood
  That you could kiss away
  Tie me with a scarf and jewels
  Put a bloody gag to my teeth
  
  I beg you to degrade me
  Is there waste that I could eat
  I am a secret lover
  I am your little girl
  Please spit into my mouth
  I’m forever in your swirl
  
  You’re heartless and I love that
  You have no use of me
  
  But I open the sticks, sticky legs I bear
  And then insert a fist, an arm
  Some lost appendage
  Please open me I beg
  
  You are my goliath
  You are my goliath
  And I am mistress dread
  
  Oh I am mistress dread
  Oh I am mistress dread
  
  Open and release me
  I love you in my head
  
  Oh kiss away kiss away
  Kiss away kiss away
  
  All I ask my baby
  Kiss away
  
  All I ask my baby
  Kiss away
  
  

  Iced Honey

  You can´t put a butterfly in a jar
  If the effort´s too high no matter who you are
  You can´t catch the moon, or the sun or the stars
  It doesn´t matter who you are
  Iced honey
  
  Now me I´ve tried a million tricks
  To make life cold and make it stick
  Not running heat that flames then out
  But the proud piece of ice that always floats
  Iced honey
  
  If I can´t trap a butterfly or a bee
  If I can´t keep my heart where I want it to be
  If no matter how much soul and heart
  I put to the wood
  If a flaming heart is not that good
  Iced honey
  
  If you can´t put a butterfly in a jar
  If violence mars your final hour
  If you make others feel like jam
  Poured on a piece of charbroiled lamb
  
  If it´s all mixed up and you cannot shout
  And your oxygen starts to run out
  If your final gasp has the recipe wrong
  And instead of hello you say so long
  
  If your energy starts to leak out
  And people wonder what you´re all about
  A heartbreaker with an unattached heart
  The story of love gives them all a start
  
  And me, I´ve always been this way
  Not by choice, just this way
  I can´t put my honey pot in a jar
  Or a heart or a fist of some young boy
  
  If you can´t put a butterfly in a jar
  No wonder no need to wonder where you are
  It might seem like Hell, the river Styx
  Your affection never sticks
  
  No matter what you say, no matter what you do
  A butterfly heart flies right past you
  There´s nothing to say, nothing to do
  See if the ice will melt for you
  Iced honey
  
  

  Cheat On Me

  Why do you cheat on me
  Why do I cheat on thee
  Why do I cheat on me
  Why do I cheat on me
  
  I have a passionate heart
  It can tear us apart
  I have the loves of many men
  But I don’t love any of them
  
  Why do I cheat on me
  
  You have your feelings
  I have mine
  I spit upon you and change my mind
  I have many hearts to break
  And many, many, many more to take
  
  Let the light of stars pour out
  Like a candle in a spout
  Let the wick recede and break
  Let the starlight radiate
  Why do you cheat on me
  Why do I cheat on me
  Why do I cheat on thee
  Why do I desecrate me
  Why do I piss my dreams
  That’s because that’s what it is
  
  I have the drive
  I got the scope
  If I, if I, if I, could I give you a rope
  
  Your love means zero to me
  I’m a passionateless wave upon the sea
  Passionateless wave upon the sea
  Why, why, why
  Do you cheat on me
  Why, why, why
  Do I cheat on thee
  Oh why, do I cheat on me
  Why do I cheat on myself
  Well I got nobody else
  
  I’m only young once
  I want to taste it all and have fun
  I have no real feelings in my soul
  Where most have passion I got a hole
  I really got nobody else
  
  I want lovers like the rain
  So many of them, so much the same
  You say you love me, I know it’s true
  But I, I, I don’t love you
  
  Why do I cheat on me
  Why do you cheat on me
  Your love means zero to me
  A passionateless wave
  Your love means zero to me
  
  

  Frustration

  Frustration
  In my lexicon of hate
  I see you with your portraiture
  Does he love you?
  Does he love you too?
  
  The brush strokes
  Kiss your breasts and toes
  I cry icicles in my stein
  The heartbeats flutter
  With an abnormal rhythm
  
  The pain shoots through my body
  A sword between my thighs
  I wish that I could kill you
  But I too love your eyes
  
  You´re feeling less whore but you stimulate
  The hatred smolders in your eyes
  I´d drop to my knees in a second
  To salivate in your thighs
  
  But all I do is fall over
  I don´t have the strength I once had
  In you and your prickless lover
  And his easel in his eyes
  
  I feel the pain creep up my leg
  Blood runs from my nose
  I puke my guts out at your feet
  You´re more man than I
  To be dead to have no feeling
  To be dry and spermless like a girl
  
  I want so much to hurt you
  I want so much to hurt you
  I want so much to hurt you
  Marry me
  I want you as my wife
  
  Spermless like a girl
  More man than I
  More man than I
  
  Frustration
  In my lexicon of hate
  You´re feeling less like a whore but you
  Stimulate
  
  All I do is fall over
  I don´t have the strength I once had
  All I do is fall over
  I don´t have the strength I once had
  
  I want you so much to hurt you
  I want so much to hurt you
  I want so much to hurt you
  I want you as a wife
  
  Frustration is my lexicon of hate
  Frustration is my lexicon of hate
  Fru… fru… frustration, my lexicon of hate
  
  I cry icicles
  Heartbeats flutter
  Abnormal rhythm
  
  I wish that I could kill you
  But I too love your eyes
  I want you as my wife
  I want you as my wife
  Spermless like a girl
  
  Lucky in feeling
  More man than I
  Marry me, marry me, marry me
  I want you as a wife
  Spermless like a girl
  Puking my guts at your feet
  More man than I
  Fru… fru… fru… frustration
  Frustration
  
  

  Little Dog

  Little dog who can’t get in
  Moaning at the bed side
  Moaning from each limb
  
  Little dog who can’t get in
  Can only cry but
  Can not swim
  
  Pony legs, little trot
  Little dog has to wait a lot
  
  The bigger dog has got his spot
  And elbowed him away
  
  Listen to him barking
  Listen to him call
  Little dog don’t have much at all
  
  A puny body and a tiny dick
  A little dog can make you sick
  
  If you got the money you can go to the top
  The female dog don’t care what you got
  As long as you can raise that
  Little doggie face to a cold hearted pussy
  You could have a taste
  
  A taste of what the big dog got
  A taste of what the big dog got
  The little dog with the one hundred dollar spot
  Can run his tongue over the hot in trot
  Hot in trot
  Run his tongue over the hot in trot
  
  Money can do anything
  Money can do anything
  Money can do anything
  Tell me what you want
  
  My small dog, he want what I got
  
  Wants to run his tongue over my hot spot
  
  Pathetic little dog
  
  Pathetic little dog
  The little man follows his nose
  Counts his fingers and his toes
  He still got those
  Pathetic little dog
  Pathetic little dog
  Following his nose
  But it needs my money to buy
  
  I’m an up while you’re a down
  I am an up while you’re a down
  The spring and the will follow me around
  While you sniff your shit in the wind
  Sniff your shit in the wind
  Money can do anything
  Money can do anything
  Tell me what it is you want
  Just tell me what it is you want
  I’m an up while you’re a down
  The spring and the will follow me around
  
  Tell me what it is you want
  Tell me what it is you want
  
  You sniff your shit in the wind
  Follow me around
  
  Pathetic little dog
  Pathetic little dog
  Pathetic little dog
  
  

  Dragon

  You don´t actually care
  Love for you is no beginning
  You´re not really there
  Hallucination
  
  I thought you were listening
  Hallucination
  I thought you were listening
  Hallucination
  
  I understand you think you´re above it
  The adolescent sense of the sky
  The feeling of billowing heartbeats
  The fingertips run through your hair
  
  They run through your hair
  Hallucination
  Hallucination
  
  Oh you think you´re so special
  That there´s no law meant for you
  You come and go like the goddess you are
  We´re mere mortals below
  Fingertips run through your hair
  We are mere mortals below
  
  Are meant to be peons
  Are meant to be servants
  Are meant to be dismissible objects
  One fucks with
  One fucks with
  
  Poor pitiful creature
  
  The winner in heartbreak
  The winner in caring
  The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
  Your heart on your sleeve
  A red star of idiocy
  
  An idiot´s idiocy
  My, my caring for you
  Caring for you
  Do you think we´re a book
  Some kind of a table
  You can rest your feet on when you´re able
  Red star of idiocy
  An idiot´s idiocy
  My caring for you
  Poor pitiful creature
  
  To notice the pining
  The self deprivation
  The self flagellation of you
  Dear worshippers
  
  We do like you regal
  We do like you haughty
  We do love to look upon your perfect body
  
  The hair on your shoulders
  The smell of your armpit
  The taste of your vulva and everything on it
  We all really love you
  And you have no meaning
  You don´t even see us
  You were never caring
  
  You go do what you do
  You do it for you
  No one exists with you
  You´re way above caring
  Leave a trail upon the wake
  That no one ever tries to take
  Because waiting for you
  Thinking of you
  Is another way of dying
  Is another way of dying
  
  I´m clawing your chest
  ´Til your collarbone bleeds
  Piercing your nipples ´til I bite them off
  I scratch your face and bite your shoulders
  Way above caring
  Way above caring
  And your Kotex jukebox
  Your Kotex jukebox
  
  I´m doomed, I´m swearing
  Waiting for you
  In your high heels and nightie
  Your leather dress squeaking
  Latex now sweating, waiting for you
  In your tincture
  Your opium white bathrobe
  Your white tiles run red now
  Are we both dead now?
  
  The liquid exchange of our heart
  The liquid exchange of our heart
  Are we both dead now?
  
  You´re way above caring
  Your heart on your sleeve
  A red star of idiocy
  An idiot´s idiocy
  My caring
  My caring for you
  My caring for you
  You´re way beyond caring
  Your heart on your sleeve
  A red star of idiocy
  An idiot´s idiocy
  
  My caring for you
  Oblivious to caring
  Oblivious to caring
  Oblivious to caring
  Leave a trail upon the wake
  That no one ever tries to take
  Because waiting for you
  Because thinking of you
  Is another way of dying
  
  You´re way above caring
  Oblivious to caring
  Oblivious to caring
  You poor pitiful creature
  The mistake of feeling
  The one who rejects you is the winner,
  It´s true
  The winner in heartbreak
  The winner in caring
  The winner in every miniscule method of wearing
  Your heart on your sleeve
  A red star of idiocy
  An idiot´s idiocy
  Your heart on your fuckin´ sleeve
  My caring for you
  We were meant to be peons
  We´re meant to be peons
  Mere mortals below
  Meant to be servants
  
  Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with
  Oh, oh, oh you´re so special
  No law meant for you
  You come and go like the goddess you are
  
  The fingertips run through your hair
  A billowing heart beats
  Feeling
  Feeling
  What a glorious feeling
  To be so rejected
  So rejected
  
  An idiot´s idiocy
  My caring for you
  You think I´m a book or a table
  You can rest your fuckin´ feet on
  When you´re able
  
  The taste of your vulva, everything on it
  The hair on your shoulders
  The smell of your armpit
  We do love you, to look upon your perfect body
  We love you regal
  We love you haughty
  Oblivious to caring
  Oblivious to caring
  Caring
  
  Oh my dear
  Oh my dear
  Oh my dear
  Oblivious to caring
  
  Are we really dead now?
  Are we both dead now?
  
  

  Junior Dad

  Would you come to me
  If I was half drowning
  An arm above the last wave
  
  Would you come to me
  Would you pull me up
  Would the effort really hurt you
  Is it unfair to ask you
  To help pull me up
  
  The window broke the silence of the matches
  The smoke effortlessly floating
  
  Pull me up
  Would you be my lord and savior
  Pull me up by my hair
  Now would you kiss me, on my lips
  
  Burning fever burning on my forehead
  The brain that once was listening now
  Shoots out its tiresome message
  
  Won’t you pull me up
  Scalding, my dead father
  Has the motor and he’s driving towards
  An island of lost souls
  
  Sunny, a monkey then to monkey
  I will teach you meanness, fear and blindness
  No social redeeming kindness
  Or – oh, state of grace
  
  Would you pull me up
  Would you drop the mental bullet
  Would you pull me by the arm up
  Would you still kiss my lips
  Hiccup, the dream is over
  Get the coffee, turn the lights on
  Say hello to junior dad
  The greatest disappointment
  Age withered him and changed him
  Into junior dad
  Psychic savagery
  
  The greatest disappointment
  The greatest disappointment
  Age withered him and changed him
  Into junior dad
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