The Curse Of The Mekons The Mekons The Curse Magic, fear and superstition this is the Curse of the Mekons you'll be visited by our crew it's no joke I'm telling you on our stone heads and leaky hearts we'll leave our mark to say we called This is the blood of your buddy that no science shall study this is our truth that no man shall stop this is the pain that hits the top Never thought it could happen to you every trick cuts two ways too Give me dark and give me greed give me power that I can hold buzzin wires it's icy cold you tsaught us well, now feel the dread in your nerves in your beds coming down all round your heads Crazy rags around our legs in the dark we got the kid call it intuition call it luck but we're right in all that we distrust listen to our battle cry Ai I YI YI Blue Arse We've got the greenest people working on this dragging their little feet and their thick yellow hides as we rush head first into tomorrow's world but something must have happened y antenna I hope it's clean I hope it's all good stuff HO HO HO Stare into the microwave face to the screen now come alive to the fat beetle humming 'Deceive the world' reach out to crush it through asbstos gloves but something must have happened to my antenna I've gone throughh a hole in the sky, bye bye now Wild & Blue Authority I obey I am myself Freedom PowerAuthority Obidience and discipline, neighbours curtains twitching TV station watching you, every little thing you do. I want to be ... I want to be ... I represent commodity fax me in the morning Honey, administrate authority. Desire and freedom. What I am. Fully controlled a simulacrum Nerve gas clouds, too smart by half. Free my ass Her surrender is her guarantee she loves to know she can't be free every wish is like a debt how strange her debt is infinite Industry culture land where we live and obey commands it's very sad I'm afraid the goose that laid the golden egg is dead Watch me express myself in the peak of fitness and health in bondage I'm really free these chains are really me I am beautiful like a dream very authentic so it seems I never cry nor ever smile faking orgasms all the while Feelings so warm and soaked with joy the truth of Art, oh boy oh boy penetrate and make me real never think only feel I obey I am myself Freedom Power Authority Secrets Listen to the voices drifting through the windows of the grand old villas of Bonn all the town's dark secrets float through the Rhine lands river mists the wives of bankers reminisce in whispers debiliated by horrors, half heard, half remembered all the town's dark secrets unstable and dangerous, fearful and feared the lights went out all over Europe and in the darkness of space the stars are blinking with our hope as a rocket roars out of the Cape an dein Gesicht kann ich mich nicht erinnern (I don't remember your face) doch deine Hände sind mir vertraut (but your hands are familiar) am Morgen wirst du mich als deine oder als Leihhaube auswecken (you will wake me in the morning as my butler or my lover) jenachdem was ich will (depending on what I want) im Dunkeln haben wir keine Geheimnisse (we've no secrets in the dark) ich werde Deine Prinzessin vom Mars sein (I'll be your princess from Mars) we've just climbed back to where we belong this town once belonged to me now it does again all the town's dark secrets well up through fifty silent years The lights went out .... I don't remember your face but your hands are familiar you will wake me in the morning as my butler or my lover depending on what I want we've no secrets in the dark I'll be your princess from Mars Nocturne Mekons' Nocturne and Moby Dick The boy wakes up and rubs his eyes wonders where the cannibal lies I am abroad upon the deep but I'll be back I see stars above my head and the moon's pollution ring trance and sound, radio! always wakeful in old age sleeping looks so much like death best to pace the night cloaked deck forget the tomb forget the tomb that lies beneath the planks then I'll come back and dance to him again Torchlight licks the surface skin here be monsters on the map out among the unknown tribes I'm not alone vintage fear and paranoia his last Christmas in Great Britain I am abroad upon the deep but I'll be back Slender ribbbons of piss on the walls in the streets where someone disappeared You were painting in the dark old stinking tired and cold you said'don't be scared' 'don't feel alone' I see stars above my head and the moon's pollution ring trance and sound, radio! I'll send a letter from the grave giving comfort and advice it's a blank and folded page so square and white Sorcerer He's a Sorcerer before your eyes cast a spell out iof control miraculous and magical his world is also demonic terrifying, swinging wildly out of control menacing, destroying blindly as it moves they repress both wonder and dread at what they've made he's a bourgois sorcerer oooh! inh a million factories department stores and mills and banks dark powers walk in broad daylight social forces driven in dreadful directions whole populkations conjured out of the ground oooh! the abyss is so close to home there's an angel standing here at the end of this song, his eyes are starimng his mouth is open, his wings are spread, his facve is turned toward the past. Sees what was klearned. Where we perceive a chain of events he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage up on wreckage hurling it in front of his feet. This angel here would like to stay and awaken uip the dead and make whole what has been smashed apart. But a storm is blwong from paradise. The storm propels him in to the future to which his back is turned while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. The storm is what w call progress. oooh! the abyss is close to come Brutal Here comes McDrug the english for China twea brought deficit to the economy what could we sel back? sedn in the army to deal some smack drugs and guns and slavery live together in perfect harmony where the poppy grew the soíl is dead the East India Company scum floding China with opium the soil all washed away floding BanglaDesh today here comes McDrug drugs ahve long been the currency of the Central Intelligence Agency U.S.A. and E.E.C. a long dull story of corruption now a clown steps over the Berlin Wall with a burning cross and pills to go his perestroika dependency will sit in your gut like a golf ball noiseless rocks as clear as ice nursed at home with loving pride crystal goblets of sherbet heaped up, flaked up, rosewater snow needles washed up fromn the sea on a beach in Californ-i-ay help me get me through the day here comes McDrug the duffer rests in a fenland graveyard on his way to Alderman Roberts he's got the tinctures in his bag to take away our daily hurts Funeral Your dead are buried our's are reborn you clean up the ashes we light the fire they're queing up to dance on socialism's grave this funeral is for the wrong corpse this is my testimony a dinosaur's confession how can something realy be dead when it ahsn't even happened demcocracy is an alibi the peaceful country an ordered cemetary what you call a sane man is an impotent man this fuenral is for the wrong corpse this is my testimony a dinosaur's confession how can something reaklly be dead when it hasn't happened smart bombs replace the dumb bombs we can aim right into somenone's kitchen hard rice sprays from the cooking pot into the eye's delicate jelly when the natural order gets unruly the costs of living starts going up coo what a corcher! Are you ashamed of your burn? this funeral is for the wrong corpse Lyric Mekons' Lyric and Moby Dick I said yes I said no I said ask again they've caled a snap last judgement the length of this room was impossible to asess strange attractors, letters of the alphabet I was shaking like a fruit tree casting apples to the ground Where do murderers go man? who's to doom when the judge is up for trial? I drunk and drugged myself in the taverns and the alleys I don't know what I have inside me something wants to come out I absolutely had to leave I was sick of violent scenes they don't mean a fucking thing to me flowers of flesh in starry fields uncurled strectched out alone I'll take the smell of your skion back to my room Where do murderers go man? who's to doom when the judge is up for trial? I cannot tell a lie I canot tell the truth above this town, above the clouds and seas beyond the sun, past the ether, past the frontiers of the starry skies my mind flies far away through the limpid realms of space equally insensitive to the suffering of human kind the infinite expansion of infinite things continous luminous, serene, through the dark tedium of a million nights Waltz Prendre les mors aux dents and just pickup whoever you want the sea turns black with robot's blood and a terrible beauty is born you animals can't see your own captivity and you won't ever come home now you won't ever come home the king of the pirates has left for the summit his house left wide open as photocells flicker and die a pair of giant's hands sink into the sand and tear out the family silver top pay off the stooges we hired the graveyard scene looks fine the skull gets all the best lines and you won't ever come home now you won't ever come home lovely assassin go puncture the surface dressed up like a lifeguard you watch the bubbles break through the bridle and the bit will lead you into the ditch and you won't ever come home now you won't ever come home lovely assassin go strike without warning dressed up like a fireman with sparks matches and oil la la la la 100% Song This is a simulation of a song are you ashamed or what? here is cruelty so strong cruelty without beauty in your country ???? a paradise of violence a paradise of nuffink how come you taste so good? a writhin and a moanin just like money coming back again you can't have too much money oh no you can't hae too much money people working all day long now they're going out to join us all in our song for the industry of night la la la Jesus walking in the garden we'd like to thank him for this song we'd like to thank him for these beers we'd like to thank him for our careers (thank you Jesus) dig him up and ask forgiveness assembled on the ground like a man he's the monster from Loch Ness in a halo and a dress people working the wind and water are singing wherethe naked are tied from tip to toe stroking delicate skin la la la thank you very much ladies and gentlemen it's been a pleasure hope you come again soon people working