# Artist Song Title Album
01 Meg Lee Chin “Heavy Scene” Peace and Love
02 The Klezmatics “Fisherlid” Jews with Horns
03 dEUS “Great American Nude” W.C.S.
04 Rachel Elkind & Walter Carlos (& Ludvig von Beethoven) “March from A Clockwork Orange
(9th Symphony, 4th Movement [abridged])” A Clockwork Orange Soundtrack
05 Cop Shoot Cop “One of These Days” Release
06 Beausoliel “Travailler, C’Est Trop Dûr” The Best of Michael Doucet & Beausoleil
07 Albert Collins “I Ain’t Drunk” Cold Snap
08 Barry Black “Iditarod Sled Dogs” Tragic Animal Stories
09 Tori Amos “Smells Like Teen Spirit” Crucify
10 Bikini Kill “Rebel Girl” The Singles
11 Terry Taylor “The Weasel Chase” Neverhood Soundtrack
12 Kate Bush “Leave It Open” The Dreaming
13 Sebö Ensemble “Play the Bagpipe, Uncle John” / “Harvest, My Sweetheart, Harvest” / “The Monks Are Walking in Clogs” Hungarian Folk Music
14 Einstürzende Neubauten “Armenia” Strategies Against Architecture II (1984 - 1990)
15 Franz Liszt “Totentanz” The RCA Victor Basic 100, #49

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01 - Heavy Scene

Can I run , run , run from a jester with a gun
Jokes are stupid in the light of never knowing where to run, heavy scenes
When I try to smile instead I get bullets in my head
Drop the bottle , close your eyes and hit the throttle vocalize this heavy scene yeah,

Every night I close my eyes trying not to dramatize,
But I'm nervous in my head cuz I don't wanna end up dead, Heavy scenes
Yeah there's beauty in the deep, still my life is incomplete,
Don't wanna be no piece of meat cuz I don't look good in concrete, heavy scenes yeah,

And I say
"Oh NO! what you doing?"
Try to run from a bully with a gun well it ain't no fun when your time has overrun
Oh NO! what you saying?
Egomaniac you're crawling on my back, need a new plan of attack to escape this cul de sac

I can only watch, I cannot play
I can' hardly talk cuz there's nothing to say, so I'll run
From heavy scenes yeah
Oh no, heavy scenes yeah, oh no

Tattooed Princes make a fistful of fun, like latex love birdies a cookin' in the sun
And the half baked mommies with their babies on the beat, turn ice cube cool
When the candy hits the street
Mirror-eyed shades stalk the planet whisper riddles
Jealous one eyed lovers like to fidget while you fiddle,
Then a wall of crumpled nothing tumbles down till you surrender
To the cost of making lovers out of princes and pretenders

Man-made machinery evolves and takes the stage
From a cast of bittered thousands, gilded, rusted golden cage,
Silver spoonz that lick their bottomz open up the bird's eye view
To those short weekend encounters with your paperback guru

Oh NO! what you doing?
Try to run from a bully with a gun well it ain't no fun when your time has overrun
Oh NO! what you saying?
Egomaniac you're crawling on my back, need a new plan of attack to escape this cul de sac
Of heavy scenes

Dreaming…
Dreaming…

Heavy, heavy scene yeah heavy, heavy scene yeah heavy, heavy scene yeah heavy, heavy scene yeah
Egomaniac you're crawling on my back, need a new plan of attack....etc.

02 - Fisherlid

Fort a fisher afn yam
Er fort aroys baginen
Es hoft der fisher, min-hastam
Fishelekh gefinen…
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
Fishelkh gefinen

Murmlen khvalyes shtil far zikh
Der yam iz a batribter
Tsi iz der yam azoy vi ikh
Oykhet a farlibter
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
Oykhet a farlibter

Gey ikh mir baym breg ot do
Un tu mayn kholem shpinen
Efsher vel ikh ergets vu
Mayn libstn nokh gefinen
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
Mayn libstn nokh gefinen

Kumt der fisher troyerik
Er hot keyn fish gefangen
Un ikh bin moreshkhoyredik
A kholem is fargangen
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
A kholem is fargangen

translation from the Yiddish

A fisherman sets out to sea
Just as the day is breaking
Hoping, not surprisingly
To find fish for the taking
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
To find fish for the taking

Waves murmur softly, each to each
There’s a sadness in the sea
Is that water by the beach
As deep in love as me?
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
As deep in love as me?

Here I walk along the shore
And let my dream be spun
Maybe somewhere yet I’ll find
My true beloved one
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
My true beloved one

The fisherman comes back; he’s sad
He hasn’t caught a fish
I’m melancholy, feeling bad
My dream’s a dying wish
Tra-la-la, la-la, la-la
My dream’s a dying fish

03 – Great American Nude

She had this thing
About Allistair Crowley
It was like a fascination

I don't mean to be rude...

Hey, I wanna
I wanna testify !
Hey, I wanna

Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy bar
No more sugar for a clean genius in quarantine
I mean where's the love, where's the hate?
What's a smiling face and a sunburned prostate
For a man that great.

Richard there, Richard here,
Richard quoting Shakespeare,
Back and forth and back again,
To be or not to be a man.
Lizzy's getting dizzy; she should've known it from the start
Being rich is just a lifestyle; and her life is just a part

That's what makes a kilo heavier than a gram, ma’am

I don't mean to be rude
Great American nude

I got a gift from my mother
She got it for a dime
Maybe she got it from someone else
I don't mind
But it's just a phase
When I get crazed
Can't tell the picture from the sound
I thought you were just color:
Great American brown

Fool smart, move fashion
And the crowning on a brown man
Black is butter count the shaky hands
You see, I got it from my mother
She got it for a buck
Get the gallery connected
Get the clientele to fuck
Sell a demon for a duck
Great American nude
Hey, I didn't mean to be rude
Great American nude
Where’s my duck? Where’s my duck?

Walk that walk
I'm looking for my duck
Hey! Tick-tock clock

Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy bar
No more sugar for a clean genius in quarantine
I mean where's the love, where's the hate.
What's a smiling face, sunburned prostate
…great…

Great American nude
Take American Express ?
Walk that walk
That's what makes a kilo heavier than a gram, ma’am
That's what does it..

motif
motif

Great American nude

She had this thing about Allistair Crowley..

04 - March from A Clockwork Orange (9th Symphony, 4th Movement [abridged])
lyrics by Friedrich von Schiller

Freude, Schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuer-trunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!

Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!

Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.

Küsse gab sie uns und Reben,
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels Prächt'gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuer-trunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Seid umschlungen, Millionen!
Diesen Kuss der ganzen Welt!
Brüder über'm Sternenzelt
Muss ein lieber Vater wohnen.

Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen?
Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?
Such'ihn über'm Sternenzelt!
Ãœber Sternen muss er wohnen

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Joy, bright spark of divinity,
Daughter of Elysium,
Fire-inspired we tread
Thy sanctuary.

Thy magic power re-unites
All that custom has divided,
All men become brothers
Under the sway of thy gentle wings.

Whoever has created
An abiding friendship, or has won
A true and loving wife,
All who can call at least one soul theirs,

Join in our song of praise;
But any who cannot must creep tearfully
Away from our circle.

All creatures drink of joy
At nature's breast.
Just and unjust
Alike taste of her gift;

She gave us kisses and the fruit of the vine,
A tried friend to the end.
Even the worm can feel contentment,
And the Cherub stands before God!

Gladly like the heavenly bodies
Which He set on their courses
Through the splendor of the firmament;
Thus, brothers, you should run your race,

As a hero going to conquest.
You millions, I embrace you.
This kiss is for all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy

There must dwell a loving Father.
Do you fall in worship, you millions?
World, do you know your Creator?
Seek Him in the heavens!
Above the stars He must dwell.

05 – One of These Days

One of these days Mr. Opportunity gonna be knocking on my door
One of these days I'll read the writing on the wall
One of these days I'll be a spectator in an audience of whores
One of these days I'm gonna run until I fall

One of these days I'll win the lottery and wake up a millionaire
One of these days I'm gonna get myself a job
One of these days they're gonna stop the world and I won't even care
One of these days I'm gonna finally believe in God

One of these days I'm gonna grow up to become the President
One of these days I'll find the woman of my dreams
One of these days I'm gonna find these truths to be self evident
One of these days I'll blow my brains out on TV

One of these days
One of these days

One of these days I'm gonna get in shape, become an astronaut
One of these days my fears are gonna fall down the stairs
One of these days I'll sell my soul and let them find out what they bought
One of these days I'm gonna shave off all my hair

One of these days I'm gonna learn to play and write myself a song
One of these days I'll take my conscience out to lunch
One of these days I'm gonna buy the plans and build the atom bomb
One of these days I'll have the guts to play my hunch

One of these days
One of these days
Any day now
Any day now

06 - Travailler, C’Est Trop Dûr

Travailler c’est trop dûr
Et voler c’est pas beau
D’mander la charité
C’est quelque chose que je ne veux plus faire
Chaque jour que moi je vis
On ne demande de quoi je vis
Je dis je vis sur l’amour
Et j’espère vivre vieux

Travailler c’est trop dûr
Et voler c’est pas beau
D’mander la charité
C’est quelque chose que je ne veux plus faire
Chaque jour que moi je vis
On ne demande de quoi je vis
Je dis je vis sur l’amour
Et j’espère vivre vieux

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Et j’attrape ma vieille selle,
Je selle mon vieux cheval
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Travailler c’est trop dûr
Et voler c’est pas beau
D’mander la charité
C’est quelque chose que je ne veux plus faire
Chaque jour que moi je vis
On ne demande de quoi je vis
Je dis je vis sur l’amour
Et j’espère vivre vieux

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Travailler c’est trop dûr
Et voler c’est pas beau

D’mander la charité
C’est quelque chose que je ne veux plus faire

Chaque jour que moi je vis
On ne demande de quoi je vis

Je dis je vis sur l’amour
Et j’espère vivre vieux
Je dis je vis sur l’amour
Et j’espère vivre vieux

07 – I Ain’t Drunk

Every day, baby
When the sun go down
I get with my friends,
and I begin to clown

-==-
I don’t care
What the people are thinking.
I ain’t drunk…
I’m just drinkin’!
(But you’re so high!)
(But you’re so high!)
(But you’re so high!)
(Stay drunk all the time!)

Come home last night
All alert
Baby get in a fuss,
I say honey hush.

-==-

You done the right thing.
I wanna thank you, too.
Now let’s have a little drink,
Just me and you.

-==-

I wanna tip you, baby
Before I go.
I’ll be back tomorrow night
To drink some more.
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08 – Iditarod Sled Dogs

09 - Smells Like Teen Spirit

Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It’s fun to lose, and to pretend

She’s over-bored and self-assured
Oh, no, I know a dirty word
“Hello, hello, hello, hello. Hello, hello.”
Aahh…

I’m worst at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed.
Our little group has always been
And always will be, until the end

“Hello, hello, hello, hello. Hello, hello.”

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
Here we are now – entertain us.
I feel stupid and contagious.
Here we are now – entertain us.
Yeah…

Hello, hello…
Aahh…

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous.
Here we are now – entertain us.
I feel stupid and contagious.
Here we are now – entertain us.
A mulatto, an albino
A mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Yes…
A denial

10 - Rebel Girl

That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl, she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah

-==-
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl, you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl Rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes

When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there's revolution
When she walks, the revolution's coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution

-==-

That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you: SHE IS
They say she's a dyke, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah

-==-

Love you like a Sister always soul sisters, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend, really rebel girl
I really like you; I really want you
Your best friend, be my rebel girl

11 - The Weasel Chase

12 - Leave it Open

With my ego in my gut,
My babbling mouth would wash it down.
But now I've started learning how
I keep it shut.

My door was never locked,
Until one day a trigger come cocking.
But now I've started learning how
I keep it shut.

Wide eyes would clean and dust
Things that decay, things that rust.
But now I've started learning how
I keep 'em shut.
I keep 'em shut.

Harm is in us.
Harm is in us, but power to arm.
Harm is in us.
('Leave it open!')
Harm is in us, but power to arm.

Narrow mind would persecute it,
Die a little to get to it.
But now I've started learning how
I leave it open.

I kept it in a cage,
Watched it weeping, but I made it stay.
But now I've started learning how
I leave it open.
I leave it open.

Harm is in us.
Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us!
Harm in you and in me!

What you letting in?
Tell me what you're letting in.
Say what we're gonna let in!

We let the madness in.

13 – Play the Bagpipe, Uncle John / Harvest, My Sweetheart, Harvest / The Monks Are Walking in Clogs

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14 - Armenia
(English Translation from the German)

Are the volcanoes still active?
Please don’t disappoint me…

15 - Totentanz

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"Old" is the old new.

That's cheating.

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