REFRAIN!
You need love to have sex
And you need sex to make love
It's all fucked up, boy
You'd better fuck your mother
You need love to have sex
And you need sex to make love
It's all fucked up, boy
You'd better fuck your mother
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SPIONS
1977–78
JUMP, ALEX, JUMP
(LYRICS BY ANTON ELLO, 1977)
It was a dream of mine…
They were all together in the room
The most important ones of the era of glitter
Bowie, Eno, Ferry, Iggy, Verlaine et les autres
They formed a semi-circle around someone in the midst
Alex Harvey stood in the focus of the twilighted scenery
And he said
“I’ve lived for years in a swamp
but can’t let myself get bogged down and swallowed”
He sounded very depressed and rather desperate
And the others started whisper him in an intensifying choir
‘Jump! Jump! Jump, Alex, Jump!’
Shoving him gently towards the large middle window open wide
Until he stepped back without a sound facing the sky –
It was the breeze of the morning he felt
It was the rose of the garden he smelled
It was a day-trip to the land of the night
He did what he had to and he did it alright
Jump, Alex, Jump – leave your past behind
Jump, Alex, Jump – and don’t let it rewind
Jump, Alex, Jump – you’ve got nothing to lose
Jump, Alex, Jump – there is nothing to choose
Jump, Alex, Jump – set us an example
Jump, Alex, Jump – and bring us much higher
Jump, Alex, Jump – good afternoon
Jump, Alex, Jump – we’ll follow you soon
Jump, Alex, Jump – and you will be leader
Jump, Alex, Jump – be our redeemer
Jump, Alex, Jump – show us who you are
Jump, Alex, Jump – if wanna be a star
Jump, Alex, Jump – and make the end happy
Jump, Alex, Jump – you’ll see it ain’t heavy
Jump, baby, Jump – the show must go on
Jump, Alex, Jump – and you’ll be the one
Jump, Alex,Jump – we’ll love you forever
Jump, Alex, Jump – it is now or never
Jump, Alex, Jump – and don’t be sorry
Jump, Alex, Jump – save your short story
÷
FUCK THE SYSTEM (IN THE TRADITIONAL WAY)
(LYRICS BY ANTON ELLO, 1977)
Baby, baby, you are mad
You got chaos in your head
You’d turn over a new leaf
But stay the flower child of peace
Baby, baby, you’re a fool
Don’t you know the means are cruel
You’re ten years after or more
But still the same stupid whore
You fuck the system
You fuck the system
You fuck the system
The same old system
(oh yeah)
You fuck the system
You fuck the system
The same old system
BUT THE SYSTEM NEVER DIES
Baby, baby, your time’s up
Life’s much more than what you got
You’d better change something now
But you don’t know what and how
Baby, baby, can’t you see
No future wanna be free
Your confusion is too bad
Can’t you see your world is dead
Baby, baby, can’t you hear
We’re coming to help you here
We’ve got for you a brand new deal
Baby, baby, let’s get real
Don’t fuck the system
Don’t fuck the system
Don’t fuck the system
The same old system
(one more time)
Don’t fuck the system
Don’t fuck the system
The same old system
THE SYSTEM NEVER DIES
Baby, you’re making me sick
You’re turning the slowest trick
Revolution every year
Only boredom’s what you fear
Baby, baby, you’re insane
You will never win that game
There’s only one way to ride
Come on and give up the fight
Baby, baby, baby, baby
We’re the system, won’t you save me
We are spions, we are slaves
Don’t you want to take your place
Fuck with the system
Fuck with the system
Fuck with the system
A brand new system
(alright)
Fuck with the system
Fuck with the system
A brand new system
THE SYSTEM IS ME
Baby, baby, you’re lazy
And it‘s driving me crazy
Forget about the primal hate
Fuck me before it’s too late
Baby, baby, what you say
Fucking in a different way
Fall in love and don’t ask why
Just fuck me bab’ till I die
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
In the traditional way
(F.U.C.K.)
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
In the traditional way
FUCK THE SYSTEM – I AM THE SYSTEM
FUCK THE SYSTEM – IT’S ME, BABY
÷
GROUPIE OF THE DEAD (A MARC BOLAN SONG)
(LYRICS BY ANTON ELLO, 1978)
I was barely sixteen
In the heat of the night
So dirty and sweet oh yeh
Your electric moonchild
Those were the days of glitter
Teenage dream in the dark
You were riding a white swan
I was breaking my heart
From all the junky jeepsters
You were my only one
I shivered when you told me
To take off and get it on
I craved for you so madly
The shadow of your smile
Remember when I loved
The prettiest star
And when I heard the song
I felt you deep inside
Touched the sky
And I held your hand
In your arms
I wished to die
You were my metal guru
You were my zinc alloy
Solid gold easy action
My twentieth century boy
All I ever wished was
To kiss your marble skin
To suck your zip gun boogie
The miracle of sin
I wanted to become you
I hated my own sex
I fancied to be your race
Tyrannosaurus rex
I did not want to know
If male or female
We wore a single body
Like in a fairy tale
And when I heard the song
I was your only girl
With no past
And I was your lover
Forever
Free at last
Now the glam is bleeding
The nights are cold and bleak
No more teenage dreaming
I’ve grown slim and weak
But you have never left me
I’m still your spectral bitch
And when my clits are burning
It’s the same high of kitsch
And I want you tonight
I want you wild and bad
My soul’s turned into plastic
A groupie of the dead
I will always love you
I won’t leave you alone
Dandy in the under world
I’m coming with you home
And when I hear the song
You’re all mine – Yes you are
Joy to joy
And I shall remain
Dance too late
Your loony toy
÷
DO THE YELLOW
(Lyrics by Serguei Pravda, 1978)
YELLOW EYES // YELLOW SMILE
YELLOW ANGELS IN THE YELLOW SKY
YELLOW BODY // YELLOW MIND
YELLOW TERROR FOR THE YELLOW BLIND
YELLOW CONSCIENCE // YELLOW PAIN
YELLOW NATION UNDER YELLOW REIGN
YELLOW DISTRICT // YELLOW LIGHT
YELLOW STRANGERS IN THE YELLOW NIGHT
YELLOW CRADLE // YELLOW GRAVE
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW WAVE
(REFRAIN)
LET’S DO THE YELLOW/YELLOW
LET’S DO THE YELLOW/YELLOW
LET’S DO THE YELLOW/YELLOW
OH YELLOW
– FROM SHANHAIGUAN TO THE BRANDENBURGER TOR –
(SURF)
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL EVERYWHERE
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL HERE AND THERE
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL OVERALL
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL EVERMORE
YELLOW DANGER // YELLOW CURSE
YELLOW MONEY IN THE YELLOW PURSE
YELLOW FIRE // YELLOW SMOKE
YELLOW FELLOWS SNORTING YELLOW COKE
YELLOW SUBMARINE // YELLOW DREAM
YELLOW MOVIES ON THE YELLOW SCREEN
YELLOW WEDDING // YELLOW FEAST
YELLOW BEAUTY FUCKS THE YELLOW BEAST
YELLOW VIOLIN // YELLOW BAND
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW TREND
(REFRAIN & SURF)
YELLOW BUSINESS // YELLOW MARK
YELLOW MERCHANTS SELLING YELLOW ART
YELLOW POLICE // YELLOW PEACE
YELLOW GRASS BENEATH THE YELLOW TREES
YELLOW CADILLAC // YELLOW SQUARE
YELLOW CASTLES IN THE YELLOW AIR
YELLOW VISION // YELLOW NOISE
YELLOW DJ’S WITH A MELLOW VOICE
YELLOW BOOGIE // YELLOW BLUES
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW NEWS
(REFRAIN & SURF)
YELLOW POWER // YELLOW TIME
YELLOW LEADER ON THE YELLOW LINE
YELLOW PLANET // YELLOW HOLE
YELLOW ARMY FIGHTS THE YELLOW WAR
YELLOW SWASTIKA // YELLOW BLOOD
YELLOW MONKEYS WORSHIP YELLOW GOD
YELLOW SYSTEM // YELLOW PLAGUE
YELLOW JUSTICE OF THE YELLOW SNAKE
YELLOW MOOD // YELLOW GLOOM
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW BOOM
(REFRAIN & SURF)
(OUTRO)
YELLOW MATTER // YELLOW LIES
YELLOW BERETS FOR THE YELLOW SPIES
YELLOW REDEMPTION // YELLOW RAY
YELLOW VIRTUES SHOW THE YELLOW WAY
YELLOW BOOK // YELLOW GUN
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW FUN
÷
RED SOLDIER BLUES
(Lyrics by SERGUEI PRAVDA, 1978)
THE GREAT WAR’S OVER, THE BEAST IS DEFEATED
THE FASCIST HORDES ARE DRIVEN FROM THE LAND
WELCOME TO THE DAWN OF PEACE AND REPRODUCTION
VICTORY IS OURS AND UNITED WE STAND
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
I SAW TEARS ROLLING FROM HIS FRIENDLY EYES
THE EARTH IS SCORCHED BUT WE SHALL REPLENISH IT
COMRADES, GET READY FOR THE NEW SACRIFICE
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
ON THE SKID ROW AGAIN
HOMELESS REFUGEE CAST AWAY IN SHAME
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
NEVER GO BACK AGAIN
LONESOME COWBOY ON A HORSE WITH NO NAME
WELL, I WAS TOO YOUNG AND MY MIND WAS TOO GREEDY
SWEET MOTHER RUSSIA MEANT NOTHING TO ME
I HAVE DESERTED MY PARTY AND MY ARMY
ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE RICH AND FREE
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
I HAD MY FUTURE BUT GAVE IT ALL AWAY
WE WERE THE CHILDREN OF WORLD REVOLUTION
BUT I VOTED FOR THE AMERICAN WAY
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
A ROLLING STONE AGAIN
DISSIDENT OUTLAW WITH NO RIGHTEOUS AIM
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
THE WIND BLOWS WILD AGAIN
TRAVELING TRAITOR WITH NOTHING TO GAIN
YES, I WAS DECEIVED BY WESTERN PROPAGANDA
VISIONS OF LIBERTY AND HUMAN RIGHTS
I WAS SEDUCED BY THE BRITISH INVASION
AND SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
SWORN UP TO BEAT THE CONSUMERIST THREAT
BUT I BETRAYED MY NATION AND DEAR LEADER
AND BECAME ANOTHER CAPITALIST RAT
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
LOOKING FOR GOLD AGAIN
WANDERING MIGRANT WITH NO ONE TO BLAME
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
NO HOMEWARD BOUND AGAIN
EXILED LOSER OF THE CULTURAL GAME
IF I COULD RESTART MY LIFE AT A SUDDEN
I’D NEVER INVERT THE FIVE POINTED STAR
BASTARD SON OF A GUN WITHOUT ORDERS
BOYS, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
BUT I WAS TOO RUTHLESS TO ADMIT THE TRUTH
NOW I’M A MAN TORTURED BY HIS BAD CONSCIENCE
ALL I AM LEFT IS THE RED SOLDIER BLUES
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
CARRY THAT LOAD AGAIN
RENEGADE MISFIT WITH NO REASON WHY
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
CURSING THE LORD AGAIN
ILLEGAL ALIEN TILL THE DAY I DIE
÷
TREMBLE ALL OVER
(Lyrícs by SERGUEI PRAVDA, 1978)
I'M A TREMBLIN' MAN
TREMBLE ALL OVER
ALL OVER THE LAND
I'VE GOT TREMBLING HANDS
I'VE GOT TREMBLING KNEES
I'VE GOT TREMBLING HIPS
I'VE GOT TREMBLING LIPS
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
COME ON, DO THE TREMBLE WITH ME
TREMBLE
LIKE ZOMBIES TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE MONKEYS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE LOVERS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE BROTHERS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU FEEL TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU WANT TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU NEED TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU LIKE TO TREMBLE
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
TREMBLE MY LIFE AWAY
IT'S THE DANCE OF THE DAY
THEY LAUGH AS I TREMBLE
THEY MOCK AS I TREMBLE
THEY SPIT AS I TREMBLE
THEY KICK AS I TREMBLE
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
WHY DON'T YOU TREMBLE WITH ME
TREMBLE
LIKE THE EARTH SHOULD TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE SUPERSTARS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE THE HUNTED TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE THE HAUNTED TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN IT COMES TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN IT'S CHIC TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN IT'S TIME TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN THE PEOPLE TREMBLE
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE ALL NIGHT LONG
TREMBLE ALL OVER – SHA-NA-NA-NA
TREMBLE ALL OVER – SHA-LA-LA-LA
TREMBLE ALL OVER – NO-NO-NO-NO
TREMBLE ALL OVER – OH-OH-OH-OH
1977–78
(LYRICS BY ANTON ELLO, 1977)
It was a dream of mine…
They were all together in the room
The most important ones of the era of glitter
Bowie, Eno, Ferry, Iggy, Verlaine et les autres
They formed a semi-circle around someone in the midst
Alex Harvey stood in the focus of the twilighted scenery
And he said
“I’ve lived for years in a swamp
but can’t let myself get bogged down and swallowed”
He sounded very depressed and rather desperate
And the others started whisper him in an intensifying choir
‘Jump! Jump! Jump, Alex, Jump!’
Shoving him gently towards the large middle window open wide
Until he stepped back without a sound facing the sky –
It was the breeze of the morning he felt
It was the rose of the garden he smelled
It was a day-trip to the land of the night
He did what he had to and he did it alright
Jump, Alex, Jump – leave your past behind
Jump, Alex, Jump – and don’t let it rewind
Jump, Alex, Jump – you’ve got nothing to lose
Jump, Alex, Jump – there is nothing to choose
Jump, Alex, Jump – set us an example
Jump, Alex, Jump – and bring us much higher
Jump, Alex, Jump – good afternoon
Jump, Alex, Jump – we’ll follow you soon
Jump, Alex, Jump – and you will be leader
Jump, Alex, Jump – be our redeemer
Jump, Alex, Jump – show us who you are
Jump, Alex, Jump – if wanna be a star
Jump, Alex, Jump – and make the end happy
Jump, Alex, Jump – you’ll see it ain’t heavy
Jump, baby, Jump – the show must go on
Jump, Alex, Jump – and you’ll be the one
Jump, Alex,Jump – we’ll love you forever
Jump, Alex, Jump – it is now or never
Jump, Alex, Jump – and don’t be sorry
Jump, Alex, Jump – save your short story
÷
FUCK THE SYSTEM (IN THE TRADITIONAL WAY)
(LYRICS BY ANTON ELLO, 1977)
Baby, baby, you are mad
You got chaos in your head
You’d turn over a new leaf
But stay the flower child of peace
Baby, baby, you’re a fool
Don’t you know the means are cruel
You’re ten years after or more
But still the same stupid whore
You fuck the system
You fuck the system
You fuck the system
The same old system
(oh yeah)
You fuck the system
You fuck the system
The same old system
BUT THE SYSTEM NEVER DIES
Baby, baby, your time’s up
Life’s much more than what you got
You’d better change something now
But you don’t know what and how
Baby, baby, can’t you see
No future wanna be free
Your confusion is too bad
Can’t you see your world is dead
Baby, baby, can’t you hear
We’re coming to help you here
We’ve got for you a brand new deal
Baby, baby, let’s get real
Don’t fuck the system
Don’t fuck the system
Don’t fuck the system
The same old system
(one more time)
Don’t fuck the system
Don’t fuck the system
The same old system
THE SYSTEM NEVER DIES
Baby, you’re making me sick
You’re turning the slowest trick
Revolution every year
Only boredom’s what you fear
Baby, baby, you’re insane
You will never win that game
There’s only one way to ride
Come on and give up the fight
Baby, baby, baby, baby
We’re the system, won’t you save me
We are spions, we are slaves
Don’t you want to take your place
Fuck with the system
Fuck with the system
Fuck with the system
A brand new system
(alright)
Fuck with the system
Fuck with the system
A brand new system
THE SYSTEM IS ME
Baby, baby, you’re lazy
And it‘s driving me crazy
Forget about the primal hate
Fuck me before it’s too late
Baby, baby, what you say
Fucking in a different way
Fall in love and don’t ask why
Just fuck me bab’ till I die
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
In the traditional way
(F.U.C.K.)
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
In the traditional way
FUCK THE SYSTEM – I AM THE SYSTEM
FUCK THE SYSTEM – IT’S ME, BABY
÷
GROUPIE OF THE DEAD (A MARC BOLAN SONG)
(LYRICS BY ANTON ELLO, 1978)
I was barely sixteen
In the heat of the night
So dirty and sweet oh yeh
Your electric moonchild
Those were the days of glitter
Teenage dream in the dark
You were riding a white swan
I was breaking my heart
From all the junky jeepsters
You were my only one
I shivered when you told me
To take off and get it on
I craved for you so madly
The shadow of your smile
Remember when I loved
The prettiest star
And when I heard the song
I felt you deep inside
Touched the sky
And I held your hand
In your arms
I wished to die
You were my metal guru
You were my zinc alloy
Solid gold easy action
My twentieth century boy
All I ever wished was
To kiss your marble skin
To suck your zip gun boogie
The miracle of sin
I wanted to become you
I hated my own sex
I fancied to be your race
Tyrannosaurus rex
I did not want to know
If male or female
We wore a single body
Like in a fairy tale
And when I heard the song
I was your only girl
With no past
And I was your lover
Forever
Free at last
Now the glam is bleeding
The nights are cold and bleak
No more teenage dreaming
I’ve grown slim and weak
But you have never left me
I’m still your spectral bitch
And when my clits are burning
It’s the same high of kitsch
And I want you tonight
I want you wild and bad
My soul’s turned into plastic
A groupie of the dead
I will always love you
I won’t leave you alone
Dandy in the under world
I’m coming with you home
And when I hear the song
You’re all mine – Yes you are
Joy to joy
And I shall remain
Dance too late
Your loony toy
÷
DO THE YELLOW
(Lyrics by Serguei Pravda, 1978)
YELLOW EYES // YELLOW SMILE
YELLOW ANGELS IN THE YELLOW SKY
YELLOW BODY // YELLOW MIND
YELLOW TERROR FOR THE YELLOW BLIND
YELLOW CONSCIENCE // YELLOW PAIN
YELLOW NATION UNDER YELLOW REIGN
YELLOW DISTRICT // YELLOW LIGHT
YELLOW STRANGERS IN THE YELLOW NIGHT
YELLOW CRADLE // YELLOW GRAVE
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW WAVE
(REFRAIN)
LET’S DO THE YELLOW/YELLOW
LET’S DO THE YELLOW/YELLOW
LET’S DO THE YELLOW/YELLOW
OH YELLOW
– FROM SHANHAIGUAN TO THE BRANDENBURGER TOR –
(SURF)
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL EVERYWHERE
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL HERE AND THERE
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL OVERALL
WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL WALL EVERMORE
YELLOW DANGER // YELLOW CURSE
YELLOW MONEY IN THE YELLOW PURSE
YELLOW FIRE // YELLOW SMOKE
YELLOW FELLOWS SNORTING YELLOW COKE
YELLOW SUBMARINE // YELLOW DREAM
YELLOW MOVIES ON THE YELLOW SCREEN
YELLOW WEDDING // YELLOW FEAST
YELLOW BEAUTY FUCKS THE YELLOW BEAST
YELLOW VIOLIN // YELLOW BAND
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW TREND
(REFRAIN & SURF)
YELLOW BUSINESS // YELLOW MARK
YELLOW MERCHANTS SELLING YELLOW ART
YELLOW POLICE // YELLOW PEACE
YELLOW GRASS BENEATH THE YELLOW TREES
YELLOW CADILLAC // YELLOW SQUARE
YELLOW CASTLES IN THE YELLOW AIR
YELLOW VISION // YELLOW NOISE
YELLOW DJ’S WITH A MELLOW VOICE
YELLOW BOOGIE // YELLOW BLUES
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW NEWS
(REFRAIN & SURF)
YELLOW POWER // YELLOW TIME
YELLOW LEADER ON THE YELLOW LINE
YELLOW PLANET // YELLOW HOLE
YELLOW ARMY FIGHTS THE YELLOW WAR
YELLOW SWASTIKA // YELLOW BLOOD
YELLOW MONKEYS WORSHIP YELLOW GOD
YELLOW SYSTEM // YELLOW PLAGUE
YELLOW JUSTICE OF THE YELLOW SNAKE
YELLOW MOOD // YELLOW GLOOM
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW BOOM
(REFRAIN & SURF)
(OUTRO)
YELLOW MATTER // YELLOW LIES
YELLOW BERETS FOR THE YELLOW SPIES
YELLOW REDEMPTION // YELLOW RAY
YELLOW VIRTUES SHOW THE YELLOW WAY
YELLOW BOOK // YELLOW GUN
LET’S GET READY FOR THE YELLOW FUN
÷
RED SOLDIER BLUES
(Lyrics by SERGUEI PRAVDA, 1978)
THE GREAT WAR’S OVER, THE BEAST IS DEFEATED
THE FASCIST HORDES ARE DRIVEN FROM THE LAND
WELCOME TO THE DAWN OF PEACE AND REPRODUCTION
VICTORY IS OURS AND UNITED WE STAND
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
I SAW TEARS ROLLING FROM HIS FRIENDLY EYES
THE EARTH IS SCORCHED BUT WE SHALL REPLENISH IT
COMRADES, GET READY FOR THE NEW SACRIFICE
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
ON THE SKID ROW AGAIN
HOMELESS REFUGEE CAST AWAY IN SHAME
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
NEVER GO BACK AGAIN
LONESOME COWBOY ON A HORSE WITH NO NAME
WELL, I WAS TOO YOUNG AND MY MIND WAS TOO GREEDY
SWEET MOTHER RUSSIA MEANT NOTHING TO ME
I HAVE DESERTED MY PARTY AND MY ARMY
ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE RICH AND FREE
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
I HAD MY FUTURE BUT GAVE IT ALL AWAY
WE WERE THE CHILDREN OF WORLD REVOLUTION
BUT I VOTED FOR THE AMERICAN WAY
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
A ROLLING STONE AGAIN
DISSIDENT OUTLAW WITH NO RIGHTEOUS AIM
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
THE WIND BLOWS WILD AGAIN
TRAVELING TRAITOR WITH NOTHING TO GAIN
YES, I WAS DECEIVED BY WESTERN PROPAGANDA
VISIONS OF LIBERTY AND HUMAN RIGHTS
I WAS SEDUCED BY THE BRITISH INVASION
AND SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
SWORN UP TO BEAT THE CONSUMERIST THREAT
BUT I BETRAYED MY NATION AND DEAR LEADER
AND BECAME ANOTHER CAPITALIST RAT
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
LOOKING FOR GOLD AGAIN
WANDERING MIGRANT WITH NO ONE TO BLAME
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
NO HOMEWARD BOUND AGAIN
EXILED LOSER OF THE CULTURAL GAME
IF I COULD RESTART MY LIFE AT A SUDDEN
I’D NEVER INVERT THE FIVE POINTED STAR
BASTARD SON OF A GUN WITHOUT ORDERS
BOYS, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU ARE
I STOOD ON THE RED SQUARE SINGING THE ANTHEM
BUT I WAS TOO RUTHLESS TO ADMIT THE TRUTH
NOW I’M A MAN TORTURED BY HIS BAD CONSCIENCE
ALL I AM LEFT IS THE RED SOLDIER BLUES
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
CARRY THAT LOAD AGAIN
RENEGADE MISFIT WITH NO REASON WHY
I’M ON THE ROAD AGAIN
CURSING THE LORD AGAIN
ILLEGAL ALIEN TILL THE DAY I DIE
÷
TREMBLE ALL OVER
(Lyrícs by SERGUEI PRAVDA, 1978)
I'M A TREMBLIN' MAN
TREMBLE ALL OVER
ALL OVER THE LAND
I'VE GOT TREMBLING HANDS
I'VE GOT TREMBLING KNEES
I'VE GOT TREMBLING HIPS
I'VE GOT TREMBLING LIPS
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
COME ON, DO THE TREMBLE WITH ME
TREMBLE
LIKE ZOMBIES TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE MONKEYS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE LOVERS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE BROTHERS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU FEEL TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU WANT TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU NEED TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN YOU LIKE TO TREMBLE
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
TREMBLE MY LIFE AWAY
IT'S THE DANCE OF THE DAY
THEY LAUGH AS I TREMBLE
THEY MOCK AS I TREMBLE
THEY SPIT AS I TREMBLE
THEY KICK AS I TREMBLE
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
WHY DON'T YOU TREMBLE WITH ME
TREMBLE
LIKE THE EARTH SHOULD TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE SUPERSTARS TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE THE HUNTED TREMBLE
TREMBLE
LIKE THE HAUNTED TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN IT COMES TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN IT'S CHIC TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN IT'S TIME TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE
WHEN THE PEOPLE TREMBLE
I'M A TREMBLING MAN
I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO TREMBLE
TREMBLE ALL NIGHT LONG
TREMBLE ALL OVER – SHA-NA-NA-NA
TREMBLE ALL OVER – SHA-LA-LA-LA
TREMBLE ALL OVER – NO-NO-NO-NO
TREMBLE ALL OVER – OH-OH-OH-OH
÷
"MICHAEL J. FOX
DOES THE TREMBLE"
÷
÷
SPIONS
(Single, Barclay, Paris, France, 1979)
(Single, Barclay, Paris, France, 1979)
Russian Way Of Life
(Lyrics: Serguei Pravda)
Hey Hey Let's see the jerk / He has his right to work
But he wanna live just from / subventions
Hey Hey Let's see the star / He has his right to cry
But he sings all night long 'bout his / mental health
Hey Hey Let's see the priest / He has his right to believe
But he preaches unceasingly / sexsolution
Let's see The Russian Way Of Life
Let's see We have the right t' give the light
Let's see the winners Work and Love
Let's see Red Star shines in the dark
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Let's see the light
Let's fight for the right
Let's fight for the right
Let's fight for the right
We are the right
Reproduction / After the war
Reproduction / Five years or more
Reproduction / The new wave is over
REPRODUCTION HAS GOT THE POWER
Reproduction / Let's sing the march
Reproduction / Let's believe in love
Reproduction / Let's start the work
Reproduction All Over The World
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Five year plan. Let's work and make love.
÷
(Lyrics: Serguei Pravda)
Hey Hey Let's see the jerk / He has his right to work
But he wanna live just from / subventions
Hey Hey Let's see the star / He has his right to cry
But he sings all night long 'bout his / mental health
Hey Hey Let's see the priest / He has his right to believe
But he preaches unceasingly / sexsolution
Let's see The Russian Way Of Life
Let's see We have the right t' give the light
Let's see the winners Work and Love
Let's see Red Star shines in the dark
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Let's see the light
Let's fight for the right
Let's fight for the right
Let's fight for the right
We are the right
Reproduction / After the war
Reproduction / Five years or more
Reproduction / The new wave is over
REPRODUCTION HAS GOT THE POWER
Reproduction / Let's sing the march
Reproduction / Let's believe in love
Reproduction / Let's start the work
Reproduction All Over The World
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Hey Hey Russian Way Of Life
Five year plan. Let's work and make love.
÷
Total Czecho-Slovakia
(Lyrics: Serguei Pravda)
We're going to annihilate old borders
Company of refractory soldiers
Red discipline eastablishes new order
The short summer of anarchy is now over
Go out / from your country
Go out / from your religion
The socialism with a human face isn't for your race
The treason remained your only true chance for change
USE YOUR HISTORY
You're mortal
You're dependant
You must die
Red demon comes to power in the deserted sky
The ghost of communism in a rock'n'roll style
I come to annihilate your aggressive young souls
I'm almost thirty and I know about nihilism much more
Go out / from your present
Go out / from your generation
Be the spy of all the things you had to start
Be a traitor of yourself and fall with me in love
I am the history
I must die
I wanna be your victim
USE YOUR STAR
÷
SPIONS Inc.: THE PARTY
(EP, DORIAN/Celluloid, Paris, France, 1979)
Never Trust A Punk
(Dedicated to M. McLaren)
(Lyrics: Gregor Davidow)
Look at the damned one / Who sold out your youth
The one who had his way / With law and truth
See the vicious man / Look in his face
Remember what he did / His rotten race
Never Trust A Punk / The loser who wins
He's betraying your sins / He's rich like the Queen
A fascist regime
Never Trust A Punk / It's just a vision
Reach a decision / Faked mutation
Just manipulation
Never mind your past / Follow the game
You just need more hands / You need a frame
Discipline in U.K. / War is over
That's what you wanted / new boots and order
Never Trust A Punk / He's just a liar
He's not so dike / Public Image
The rat on the stage
Never Trust A Punk / He's just a traitor
He's not your savior / You can get right
Betray your fight
Never Trust A Punk / The future is here
Get drunk from his beer / The punk was a gas
Don't believe his death / Survive is more fun
Lesson No. 1
÷
(EP, DORIAN/Celluloid, Paris, France, 1979)
Never Trust A Punk
(Dedicated to M. McLaren)
(Lyrics: Gregor Davidow)
Look at the damned one / Who sold out your youth
The one who had his way / With law and truth
See the vicious man / Look in his face
Remember what he did / His rotten race
Never Trust A Punk / The loser who wins
He's betraying your sins / He's rich like the Queen
A fascist regime
Never Trust A Punk / It's just a vision
Reach a decision / Faked mutation
Just manipulation
Never mind your past / Follow the game
You just need more hands / You need a frame
Discipline in U.K. / War is over
That's what you wanted / new boots and order
Never Trust A Punk / He's just a liar
He's not so dike / Public Image
The rat on the stage
Never Trust A Punk / He's just a traitor
He's not your savior / You can get right
Betray your fight
Never Trust A Punk / The future is here
Get drunk from his beer / The punk was a gas
Don't believe his death / Survive is more fun
Lesson No. 1
÷
Race Riot
(Lyrics: Gregor Davidow)
anarchy everywhere in Abendland of democracies
international selection re-creates multi-racism
do the class-mutation leave your nation deny your origin
you're an equal chance heroe be one of us be the regime
change the facts / Race Riot
join the best / Race Riot
kill the crime / Race Riot
build the time
you're dancing in a film you're a ghost in future and past
but you wanna be alive you wanna satisfy your lust
you're a disco refugee you're beautiful elegant and thin
you born for work and love the uniform relaxes your skin
in the air / Race Riot
take a share / Race Riot
at the door / Race Riot
vote the war
your mother's a black whore / but your father's a rock'n'roll freak
your mind is N.Y.-white / but your gestures are Latin and Greek
your cultures are yellow / but you turn on in European red
your words are lying life / but your eyes are so destroyer dead
in your brain / Race Riot
in your vein / Race Riot
in your dreams / Race Riot
in your genes
the morning is jewish but the day turns Aryan soon
Christian sunset Krishna rises in fascist half-moon
grey riders in the sky communist rain's gonna fall
the King is a spy the Red Star changed its colour
do the game / Race Riot
be the same / Race Riot
change your space / Race Riot
join the race
line up go on about turn facing the wall
you're as much as we are you're more then ever before
do the reproduction Hiroshima is shining in sun
rub out the separation revenge everything they've done
take the gun / Race Riot
have some fun / Race Riot
just the fight / Race Riot
oh so wild / Race Riot
oh so strange
Race Riot
Peace or Change
÷
Just A Machine
(Marlene Dietrich)
(Lyrics: Gregor Davidow)
Blue Angel / in the sky
Cool Danger / in her smile
Red Army / on the road
New Leader / in the crowd
New Nation / born to run
Black Power / has the fun
Deep Disgrace / in the brain
Just Destroy / has the fame
Just A Machine/Marlene
Just A Machine/Marlene
Just A Machine/Marlene Dietrich
Just A Machine/Marlene
Just A Machine/Marlene
Just A Machine/Marlene Dietrich
Marlene/Marlene/Marlene Dietrich
Marlene/Marlene/Marlene Dietrich
Gold feeling / in the voice
Blue screaming / has the choice
No racism / no fascism
Be traitor / be who wins
Sweet Movie / on the screen
Old Lady / learns the sin
New Berlin / in her eyes
She made it / 'n' now she dies
÷
Nevada Propaganda
(Lyrics: Gregor Davidow)
'My father is working still, and I am workin'
You were thinking enough about the future, about the times
turning into glory of Return / isn't it boring
walking in New York Nights in dream-suicide to be blind
suffocated in your own mind / as an artistic drawing
to be an ego-star to be far / satisfying old-fashioned minority-crimes
to be alone with your lies / don't you see being born
the new form of production / here she comes nuclear-reincarnation
one leader one people one nation / let the good times roll
The message is gonna be clear / the structure plants your attitude
Race Riot in the air / Change the facts We need your vote
Tomorrow can be late / Forget the shame and the hate and come
Come on everybody who needs task, aim and gun
THIS AIN'T DISCO, THIS IS MULTIPLICATION
One family one race one world one desire one sense
Overnational Party Class-mutation Three Emblems
Spy-estheticism Collective subconscious Subrealism
Total Czecho-Slovakia International Socialism
Revision Reaction Reproduction Revival Rebirth
Today we're only few but tomorrow to us belongs the Earth
You've got the right to renew
You've got the right to think and betray
New Pop New right New drug New history New way
Aquarius-synthesis Ten years after Woodstock in battlecries
Counter-revolution for hundreds and hundreds of miles
Politics of Geometry Music of SPION-age
Every Worker Is A Star everybody's on the rock'n'roll stage
Survive the night Come on the light Start the new day
Expropriate the life Be important Be gray
Five year plan Nineteen seventy-nine - Nineteen eighty-four
Decode yourself Join the party Be our spy Take your role
The flag's streaming in the wind No More Hell Afternight
The supersecret came true singin' 'bout sun and fight
An archaic event the girls call them diamond dogs
Agitation Propaganda Religion Work And Love
÷
SPIONS Demos
(Paris 1979-1981)
(Paris 1979-1981)
EDEN WAS A GARDEN
(Lyrics by Gregor Davidow)
Realized with Hervé Zénouda
1980
engram in the whirlpool
hologram in the mind
return to the white hole
we try it every night
nuclear infection
memory of the Space
genetic reflection
light-program in the race
Sun & Moon Production
star-system // human time
order of the function
who are you? what’s your line?
I AM A MAN
YOU ARE WOMAN
I AM THE HE
YOU ARE THE SHE
WE ARE TWO POLES
WE ARE TWO ROLES
COME ON TO DANCE
GIVE LIFE A SENSE
numbered and coded
we live here in the sphere
humble and devoted
revolving in low gear
stuck onto the surface
clung to the Gravity
from workshop to worship
we serve the Trinity
I AM A MALE
YOU ARE FEMALE
I AM THE NOON
YOU ARE THE MOON
WE ARE LOVERS
WE ARE REBIRTH
KISS ME AND CRY
HELP ME TO DIE
energy redemption
led astray by the snake
relative dimension
sentenced to make and break
slowly revolution
twelve electron level
lonely evolution
either now or never
holy reproduction
gulls teach you how to fly
sunrise on the ocean
look through the tiger’s eye
PEACE IN THE WORLD
LOVE WAS THE WORD
WELL IT’S TOO LATE
WE’RE SOLD TO FATE
PLEASE STAY MY DRIVE
PLEASE SHARE MY FIGHT
PLEASE SAVE MY DREAM
PLEASE KEEP ME CLEAN
GIVE ME YOUR TIME
I’LL GIVE YOU MINE
NOW WE ARE STRONG
NOW WE’RE NOT WRONG
I’M ON YOUR SIDE
YOU ARE MY BRIDE
AND ON ONE DAY
WE’LL FIND THE WAY
(Lyrics by Gregor Davidow)
Realized with Hervé Zénouda
1980
engram in the whirlpool
hologram in the mind
return to the white hole
we try it every night
nuclear infection
memory of the Space
genetic reflection
light-program in the race
Sun & Moon Production
star-system // human time
order of the function
who are you? what’s your line?
I AM A MAN
YOU ARE WOMAN
I AM THE HE
YOU ARE THE SHE
WE ARE TWO POLES
WE ARE TWO ROLES
COME ON TO DANCE
GIVE LIFE A SENSE
numbered and coded
we live here in the sphere
humble and devoted
revolving in low gear
stuck onto the surface
clung to the Gravity
from workshop to worship
we serve the Trinity
I AM A MALE
YOU ARE FEMALE
I AM THE NOON
YOU ARE THE MOON
WE ARE LOVERS
WE ARE REBIRTH
KISS ME AND CRY
HELP ME TO DIE
energy redemption
led astray by the snake
relative dimension
sentenced to make and break
slowly revolution
twelve electron level
lonely evolution
either now or never
holy reproduction
gulls teach you how to fly
sunrise on the ocean
look through the tiger’s eye
PEACE IN THE WORLD
LOVE WAS THE WORD
WELL IT’S TOO LATE
WE’RE SOLD TO FATE
PLEASE STAY MY DRIVE
PLEASE SHARE MY FIGHT
PLEASE SAVE MY DREAM
PLEASE KEEP ME CLEAN
GIVE ME YOUR TIME
I’LL GIVE YOU MINE
NOW WE ARE STRONG
NOW WE’RE NOT WRONG
I’M ON YOUR SIDE
YOU ARE MY BRIDE
AND ON ONE DAY
WE’LL FIND THE WAY
÷
IN ANDY WARHOL'S FACTORY
(Lyrics by Gregor Davidow)
Realized with Hervé Zénouda
1981
in Andy Warhol’s Factory
(eight days a week)
assembly line of destiny
Time is so meek
workmanship computer designed
life is a scheme
projecting Andy’s handy signs
in the machine
plastic folklore
take the hold-all
this song’s function’s extreme unction to
Andy Warhol
lonely cowboy
because the day of maturity’s drawn near
the mechanism ran down
in Andy Warhol’s Factory
(eight days a week)
the Master seems so unhappy
tired and weak
after the power and glory
why does he cry
why he’s losing his dignity
why must he die
Andy Darling
shooting – starring
overfulfilled the plan but the Sun
keeps on rising
keeps on shining
to the top of the pop heaven each day
we’re gonna be flying
in Andy Warhol’s Factory
(eight days a week)
multiplicated century
chic of the myth
it’s nineteen-eighty-one again
year number one
see West Coast promptly won the game
thy kingdom’s gone
so long, darling
it’s the parting
probably it’s the last ode to
Andy Warhol
and the cold war
the fusion of mass realities is here
one culture and one fiction
dream factory
save your story
underground will be nationalized
and the judgement’ll
turn the fast trend
society of gene pioneers
into part of the empire
BUT YOU DARLING
KEEP ON SMILING
WE WILL REMEMBER AND FÊTE YOU ON EACH
EIGHTH DAY OF THE WEEK
÷
(Lyrics by Gregor Davidow)
Realized with Jean-Marie Salaun
1981
IT WAS A HARD SERVICE MY LORD
I’VE BEEN TOLD I’M TOO OLD
I HAD A DISADVANTAGEOUS STATUS
O DEAR IT WAS A SILLY ROLE
RUSSIAN SPY FROM THE SKY
I THOUGHT I WOULD FILL IN A HIATUS
NOW THAT I ULTIMITALE LEAVE
HAVING LOST ALL BATTLE
THE DUKE OF PARIS ASKED ME FOR THIS SONG
COLLABORATION HERE YOU ARE
RED CHAMPAIGN LAST BOTTLE
LET’S CLINK OUR GLASSES AND BEAT THAT GONG
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
IT’S LATE
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
IT’S MADE
I’VE SPENT THREE YEARS IN THE TERRAIN
OFFERED UP FEAR AND PAIN
I’VE BEEN WORKING ON MY POWER STATION
I CAME TO SCOUT IN YOUR DREAM
I REDEEMED SIGHT AND SIN
I’VE BEEN RESISTING EVERY TEMPTATION
JULY OF NINETEEN EIGHTY ONE
SERPENT FLIES TO THE SUN
THE REPORT IS FINISHED AND THE NEWS IS SAD
I’M FORSAKEN BY EVERYONE
I’M ALONE I’M THE ONE
ME ME ME ME ME LIKE I ALWAYS SAID
I’VE BEEN SERACHING FOR LOVELY SIGNS
FOR A WAR FOR A TOWN
I DID MY DUTY I PRAYED CRIED AND BLED
ADIEU MONTPARNASSE, RUE ST-JACQUES,
PLACE PIGALLE, NOTRE DAME
I LOVE YOU AFTER ALL I’M AFRAID I’M DEAD
THE REASONS FOR THE JUDGEMENT ARE
EXPOUNDED IN THE BOOK
I OBTAINED THE RIGHT TO BE STRAIGHT AND ROUGH
THE TIME HAS REACHED THE SIXTH HOUR
CHANGE OF STYLE CHANGE OF LOOK
THE BALL IS OVER LET THE MASK BE OFF
SORRY TO SAY ETC…
ROSE IN THE LEFT FIST
FREEMASONS HOLD OFFICE
THERE’S NO CHANCE
THE MYTH STAYED IRREAL
ALL THE HOPES ARE GONE
THROW DOWN THE PRISONS FREE THE FOOLS
ANTI-NUKE VIVE LA FRANCE
ROCK AGAINST THE CLOCK
SATAN’S FORCE HAS WON
BECAUSE THE INTELLECTUALS HAVE DISPOSED OF EUROPE
BECAUSE OF THE JEWS AND THE POLISH POPE
BECAUSE THE NOBLE JOIN THE SCUM AND WOMEN ON THE RUN
BECAUSE THE PROBE COULDN’T FIND TEN TRUE ONES
SORRY TO SAY ETC…
÷
THE LODGER
(Gregor Davidow)
1979
My mother brought me I came to Paris
Nice souvenirs from Paris As internationalist
When I was young As Russian spy
A child in the communism Red haired rationalist
When I was punk Rock and roll star
I wanted to rule the world I had an amazing song
I wanted three thirds And I was not wrong
But my son had stolen my passport and left me alone
So I made a party for everyone who's got no home
I know how cruel the streets are when rock'n'roll dies
I know the police, the beggars, the madmen, the knives
I cut a record with the producer of (pop-pop-)popmuzik
But had no breakfast, for days running nowhere to sleep
My fellow emigrants declared me a dangerous threat
Yet in the incrowd I moved like an alien lad
My collabos have betrayed the idea of treason
The girl of rue Raspail refused me for another reason
Those that would help me fell under an imminent curse
Robbers were shocked to find nothing in my empty purse
The swindler's lesson was that red soldier will not seduce
For bionic babies I remained Eastern produce
The intellectuals judged me most inactual
A duo of humourless clowns have finished my duel
I write to my mom Thank you Satan
A nice postcard from Paris Thanks a lot for the vision
I lost my war This was Europe
I leave the antifascists Continent of division
I leave this whore But the Party
If she doesn't like my race Has nothing to do with Earth
She won't get my face Nuclear rebirth
Emigration God fuck the clock
Is just a state of the mind I will never surrender
Paris hates me I'm born to rock
I can't cook, I'm not the kind I'm the greatest pretender
I'm a stranger You will see me
Another lodger in town Soon on the top of the world
But I won't jump down I give you my word
Realized with Jean-Marie Salaun
1981
IT WAS A HARD SERVICE MY LORD
I’VE BEEN TOLD I’M TOO OLD
I HAD A DISADVANTAGEOUS STATUS
O DEAR IT WAS A SILLY ROLE
RUSSIAN SPY FROM THE SKY
I THOUGHT I WOULD FILL IN A HIATUS
NOW THAT I ULTIMITALE LEAVE
HAVING LOST ALL BATTLE
THE DUKE OF PARIS ASKED ME FOR THIS SONG
COLLABORATION HERE YOU ARE
RED CHAMPAIGN LAST BOTTLE
LET’S CLINK OUR GLASSES AND BEAT THAT GONG
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
IT’S LATE
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
SORRY TO SAY
IT’S MADE
I’VE SPENT THREE YEARS IN THE TERRAIN
OFFERED UP FEAR AND PAIN
I’VE BEEN WORKING ON MY POWER STATION
I CAME TO SCOUT IN YOUR DREAM
I REDEEMED SIGHT AND SIN
I’VE BEEN RESISTING EVERY TEMPTATION
JULY OF NINETEEN EIGHTY ONE
SERPENT FLIES TO THE SUN
THE REPORT IS FINISHED AND THE NEWS IS SAD
I’M FORSAKEN BY EVERYONE
I’M ALONE I’M THE ONE
ME ME ME ME ME LIKE I ALWAYS SAID
I’VE BEEN SERACHING FOR LOVELY SIGNS
FOR A WAR FOR A TOWN
I DID MY DUTY I PRAYED CRIED AND BLED
ADIEU MONTPARNASSE, RUE ST-JACQUES,
PLACE PIGALLE, NOTRE DAME
I LOVE YOU AFTER ALL I’M AFRAID I’M DEAD
THE REASONS FOR THE JUDGEMENT ARE
EXPOUNDED IN THE BOOK
I OBTAINED THE RIGHT TO BE STRAIGHT AND ROUGH
THE TIME HAS REACHED THE SIXTH HOUR
CHANGE OF STYLE CHANGE OF LOOK
THE BALL IS OVER LET THE MASK BE OFF
SORRY TO SAY ETC…
ROSE IN THE LEFT FIST
FREEMASONS HOLD OFFICE
THERE’S NO CHANCE
THE MYTH STAYED IRREAL
ALL THE HOPES ARE GONE
THROW DOWN THE PRISONS FREE THE FOOLS
ANTI-NUKE VIVE LA FRANCE
ROCK AGAINST THE CLOCK
SATAN’S FORCE HAS WON
BECAUSE THE INTELLECTUALS HAVE DISPOSED OF EUROPE
BECAUSE OF THE JEWS AND THE POLISH POPE
BECAUSE THE NOBLE JOIN THE SCUM AND WOMEN ON THE RUN
BECAUSE THE PROBE COULDN’T FIND TEN TRUE ONES
SORRY TO SAY ETC…
÷
THE LODGER
(Gregor Davidow)
1979
My mother brought me I came to Paris
Nice souvenirs from Paris As internationalist
When I was young As Russian spy
A child in the communism Red haired rationalist
When I was punk Rock and roll star
I wanted to rule the world I had an amazing song
I wanted three thirds And I was not wrong
But my son had stolen my passport and left me alone
So I made a party for everyone who's got no home
I know how cruel the streets are when rock'n'roll dies
I know the police, the beggars, the madmen, the knives
I cut a record with the producer of (pop-pop-)popmuzik
But had no breakfast, for days running nowhere to sleep
My fellow emigrants declared me a dangerous threat
Yet in the incrowd I moved like an alien lad
My collabos have betrayed the idea of treason
The girl of rue Raspail refused me for another reason
Those that would help me fell under an imminent curse
Robbers were shocked to find nothing in my empty purse
The swindler's lesson was that red soldier will not seduce
For bionic babies I remained Eastern produce
The intellectuals judged me most inactual
A duo of humourless clowns have finished my duel
I write to my mom Thank you Satan
A nice postcard from Paris Thanks a lot for the vision
I lost my war This was Europe
I leave the antifascists Continent of division
I leave this whore But the Party
If she doesn't like my race Has nothing to do with Earth
She won't get my face Nuclear rebirth
Emigration God fuck the clock
Is just a state of the mind I will never surrender
Paris hates me I'm born to rock
I can't cook, I'm not the kind I'm the greatest pretender
I'm a stranger You will see me
Another lodger in town Soon on the top of the world
But I won't jump down I give you my word
÷
SPIONS: THE OVERNATIONALE
SPIONS: THE OVERNATIONALE
ANTHEM OF THE PARTY
THE OVERNATIONALE
(H.Spiel – A.DeGeyter)
THE OVERNATIONALE
(H.Spiel – A.DeGeyter)
Arise ye masters of the
system
Arise ye martyrs of the
circus
From the ignoble servitude From the degrading negligence
Wasn’t it long enough the lonesome Ain’t it past endurance the wishful
Marchin’ across the institute Breathin’ out for sweet revenge
To download tomorrow unpredicted To update yesterday contradicted
Shavelings of cyberspace come out Darlings of underground come up
You are the last degeneration You are the prime reintegration
Chose your race and don’t be proud Change your sex and don’t be hot
Sane at mind and quit of notion Brave at heart and clean of conscience
Beating life-row’s raucous rap Wearing ragtime’s wartorn drag
Terror squad of Desperanto Storm troopers of Antichristo/a
Back to crush the raving dead Forth to hoist the burning flag
Parasites of fashionismus Predators of ecomania
Tremble in yer gay tower Tremble in yer new space suits
The orphans of evolution The paupers of revolution
Raised the wolf of grey power Strike the evil at his roots
THIS JUDGEMENT’LL BE THE FINAL THIS JUDGEMENT’LL BE THE FINAL
Missing flies of the Lord unite Scattered sheep of the Lamb unite
Turn the tables on your Maker Turn the clock against your Slayer
So you shall obtain the right So you shall prevail the fight
From the ignoble servitude From the degrading negligence
Wasn’t it long enough the lonesome Ain’t it past endurance the wishful
Marchin’ across the institute Breathin’ out for sweet revenge
To download tomorrow unpredicted To update yesterday contradicted
Shavelings of cyberspace come out Darlings of underground come up
You are the last degeneration You are the prime reintegration
Chose your race and don’t be proud Change your sex and don’t be hot
Sane at mind and quit of notion Brave at heart and clean of conscience
Beating life-row’s raucous rap Wearing ragtime’s wartorn drag
Terror squad of Desperanto Storm troopers of Antichristo/a
Back to crush the raving dead Forth to hoist the burning flag
Parasites of fashionismus Predators of ecomania
Tremble in yer gay tower Tremble in yer new space suits
The orphans of evolution The paupers of revolution
Raised the wolf of grey power Strike the evil at his roots
THIS JUDGEMENT’LL BE THE FINAL THIS JUDGEMENT’LL BE THE FINAL
Missing flies of the Lord unite Scattered sheep of the Lamb unite
Turn the tables on your Maker Turn the clock against your Slayer
So you shall obtain the right So you shall prevail the fight
Arise ye heroes of the media
From the destitute compromise
Won’t it ever conclude the reckless
Strivin’ to save the enterprise
To process the present misdepicted
Siblings of rock and roll come on
You are the main predestination
Lose your job and don’t be fun
Free at hand and rid of reason
Singing dirt road’s dismal blues
Elite corps of Sanguinista
Here to make the evening news
Scavengers of asocialism
Tremble at yer supreme court
The homeless of devolution
Are ready to pass their port
THIS JUDGEMENT’LL BE THE FINAL
Lost shadows of the Sun unite
Turn the gun upon your Saviour
So you shall escape the light
÷
SPIONS Manifestos
The Cosmic Bargain
Letter to = from Bardo
SPIONS Videos
Contact:
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The Cosmic Bargain
Letter to = from Bardo
SPIONS Videos
Contact:
wordcitizen@gmail.com