Lyrics Fierceness of the immortal Charisma

 

Charisma

Words and music: Martin von Arndt

"Let me drip the poison in your ears"
- So a mouth turns to a megaphone -
But the words don't touch a head
For on the way to that kindled place
They're lost in the labyrinth called soul
With no dark exits but some strange aggression...

"Let me drip the poison in your ears"
- So a lane turns to a common grave -
Charisma's the word noone understands
But with ya feelings you suck that face
You swallow it to the fill the last gap of your heart
So the letters contaminate organisms, too!

Creatures come onto the lane
We're playin' on the burning timpani
Dance in the circle the fire builds
Dance until the night will never end...

Peoples come onto the lane
We're playin' on the dead timpani
My sepulchral voice will sound for you
Like the best of Mozart's symphonies!

Creatures come onto the lane
We're playin' on the rotting timpani
Dance with me le danse macabre
My face: the mirror of your dreams!

Peoples come onto the lane
We're playin' on the burning timpani
Dance in the circle the fire builds
Dance until the night will never end...
...until the stars will never shine...

 

Goethe's waxworx

Words and music: Martin von Arndt

We heard the songs from auld lang syne
In literature we banished our thoughts
In paperbacks we compressed the stings
That once had bitten the bourgeois folks
But we endeavour no more, we gave it up...

With thesis and synthesis
We protected our antithesis
With boredom and freedom
We created a world of wrong-

Finally reality has stolen our supremacy:
Engaged into a thousand strings
That Theseus laid in various histories:
A world of scrub, between scrub-

Social interaction for hiring to protection!
"Dash the poison'd chalice from thy
Hand" - but there's no one to recommend you
Left alone, left aside, the epigones are greeting you,
They fill the lag with your dead body...

There was a word in the beginning
Have we failed to mention which one?

The wire has cut the lines
Oedipus looks in our minds
And plays the dustbin for our thoughts
The reservoir for hysteria
So hundred sceletons fight to bay
The epigones of sad dismay
The blue flower of wildest dreams
Still I pick it up
And what's left of it?

 

Dead mediocrities

Words and music: Martin von Arndt

By and by the world is shattered
Splinters in the eye of someone
A razor in my brain's en train
To cut to pieces subject's pics...
Tremendous words, idle meaningless gossip
"¡Hablo nada!" - tongues are breaking
With the syllables of national'ty
Cruel and shameless-
Halleluiah!-
Killing deserves the name o' "human"
Pining for the obvious hysteria
In new forms the old swastika
Send the angel from the angle
Back to where his mind belongs
But never forget to give an answer
Reasons' what the world's needing!
You find yourself in material
There's no steady point outside your body
Make it yours, getcha own
A razor in your brain's en train
To cut to pieces subject's pics...

 

You are many...

Words: Georg Herwegh, Music: Martin von Arndt

 

Sheherazade (parla d'exorcisme)

Words and music: Martin von Arndt

Somebody waked me in my compassion:
"Outa the red light of this depression
Don't see? They build creatures on ya breast
While you're silently floatin' down the sea of incest!"

The seas of ice, the thorn-bushes
Myrrha in another body her father touches
Take me to the point where my aggregate is zero
Look at the abscess and say that I'm a hero!

Dying faces - Change your Cogito
Dying faces - Mesmerize it
Sheherazade parla d'exorcisme
Sheherazade parla d'exorcisme

Sheherazade chercha le parfait mal
Pour apprendre le parfait bon

 

Ηδονη

Words: Martin von Arndt, Music: L. Heiko Mutert

It's Artemis bringing back delight
We're not accustomed to pray
In the time gone by
We want to be
Ηδονη!

Marched out to fight for glory
Of our sensuality / sexuality
The victory over all our enemies
We want to be
Ηδονη!

 

Excelsior Drowning

Words: Martin von Arndt, Music: Martin von Arndt / L. Heiko Mutert

Pretoria-City, heart of Transvaal,
Suffers a cold night, 9 to 10 p.m.
In the darkness I see reflectors
Of helicopters diving in the sky
On the streetsides: gross policemen,
Bawling people, streetwalking whores

Excelsior Africa, your heart is tumbling
Sacred goldland, your ship is drowning
One is waiting inside a prisoncell
Inevitably he must be released!

Burning gaslamps, burning corpses
On the stake of liberty
White kills Black, Black kills White
Fire goes earth, water reveals air...

Rubber truncheons break up heads
Legs must stumble
With a board between one's knees!

Echoes hoodwink, sirenes howling
Goodness me! It's witchcraft that I see!
One is waiting behind the mirror
On his robe the badge of KGB!

Legs must stumble, heads gotta roll
Iron helmets: gifts of USA!
A nice "white" X-mas!, happy new year,
The fire's still burning, melting snow in the sun...

Beside the terror a little sneer
White farmers chattering: "Nothing to be done!"
On the streetsides: gross policemen
Legs must stumble: even when they're black!

 

Laokoon

Words and music: Martin von Arndt

The night doesn't throw shadows anymore
Because all that's grey and black
Is thoroughly banished
By a flood of light which even
Illuminates the most concealed
Which drips into the darkest souls
The coarse beam of the wake...

Everything's overwhelming itself with clearness
Only the truth, thy truth
Is standing aside, cannot be let in
Because it is disturbing the child,
The action of rocking
And frightens up the fears of a whole time:

Laokoon wake up, 'cos all that you see
Is a bloody insanity!
Just see, well see, he's prophesying mischief!
Woe, oh woe, to those who brave the prophecies
For the sake of their own conscience...!

Laokoon, Sir, didn't they want your death?
Wasn't it snakes strangling yourself
Their snakes, their wishful thinking
'Cos you were smashing
The fermenting hope inside 'em?

Oh, not did they crucify ya,
But they mutilated the dark, exiled it,
They killed it,
And not as a whole they forgot
That they can't avert mischief
By destroying the misgiving!

Laokoon, thy snakes - wake up, wake up!
Were bourgeois wishdreams - wake up, wake up!
'Cos you unleashed 'stead of killing hope
The bleeding, gaping wounds of fright! - Escape from ya bonds!

Hope instead of fright
Optimism as a remedy for disdain
Freedom for the light, light into the night
Danger knows no words, it is ubiquitous
The sting's sticking deeply inside,
You knew about its bleeding!

It is - the way it is, remains - the way it was
Laokoon - wake up, Laokoon - stay awake
Stay alive, prophet!
No warning - no threat,
For talking to deaf senses:
Does that mean to threaten?
Thy snakes, Laokoon, were bourgeois wishdreams!

 

Π...S-;31:

Words: Martin von Arndt, Music: Martin von Arndt / L. Heiko Mutert

Comedians
Designing my shroud
Heritage
Of my ancestors
Black cross
You're my white Jesus
Ain't what you believed
The world of your ancestors?

 

Sacrifizio dell'intelletto

Words: Martin von Arndt, Music: L. Heiko Mutert

Ya veo las cornejas negras
Echarse a volar
Siento la cera de la vela todavía caliente
Encima de mi mano
La línea que trazo con mucho esmero
Debajo del expediente civil:
Tiemblo ... Tiemblo?
En un juego entre Tintoretto y Franck
Discerno: que lo que ellos llaman debilidad
Es fuerza en verdad
Lo que nuembran esperanza
Es traición para mi,
Lo que llaman razón corresponde a ceguedad.
Sacrifizio dell' intelletto...

 

Donde cayó Camilo

Words: Daniel Viglietti (Copyright control), Music: Martin von Arndt / L. Heiko Mutert

 

Untitled

Words: Arthur Rimbaud, Music: Martin von Arndt / Rutger Frank / L. Heiko Mutert

 

Äsop ist tot

Words / music: Martin von Arndt

What did you feel when you hit the roof?
Did you feel when you hit the roof?
What do you know about taking a scythe in your left hand?
What do you know about taking a scythe in your right hand?
Left from your heart, right from your head!
His teeth stood behind him watching him sneering!
His teeth fell into the audience!
He caught an applause from the audience...
He stood at the water banks
He could feel the smell of piss and snow!
He fell - backwards!
Backwards!