1. |
Power of Spirit
04:25
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POWER OF SPIRIT
I stay Immaculate in the Immaculate
I’m born Immaculate, I’ve no trust in pictures
And I’m not misled by the material world
I’m Emptiness Barricade
Emptiness Immaculate
The chains of spirits reveals the place
It makes us see the Whole Thing
The Link is the Place
The world is Spirit - Power of Spirit
I’m in Brotherhood**
I’m born Immaculate
I don’t mean : Let’s refuse material illusions
Because they symbolise the Place
Power of Spirit
I mean : Enjoy knowledge of material links
But avoid missusing them
Enjoy Sex because our body leads to our soul
Enjoy Sex - discovering the Place
The Link is the Place
The world is Spirit
Power of Spirit
I stay Immaculate in the Maculate
I’m born Immaculate, I’ve no trust in pictures
I stay Immaculate in the Maculate
I’m born Immaculate in the Maculate
That’s the power of Spirit
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2. |
Belinda's dead friends
04:18
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BELINDA’S DEAD FRIENDS
Hell night - Hell night - Hell night !
In the Hell night side they roll over the bridge
Roll over the water
Belinda’s dead friends don’t think about the lights
They roll over the rive
They run for a long way
Hell night - Hell night - Hell night !
Belinda’s dead friends don't need a guide to cross the river
They come to Belinda
laid in the clockroom gloom
Hell night - Hell
night - Hell night !
Belinda’s grinning clock and a grumbling pick-up
are waiting for the midnight
Waiting for the midnight hour
Now it's twenty-one past twenty three
But the clock says :
“Come on baby come on, Come on deadies come on”
Hell night - Hell night - Hell night !
Belinda’s dead friends gonna come to the tow
They can't see the suburbs - they can't see the suburbs
No they can't see the suburbs
Belinda’s dead friends don’t mind about the lights
But they're rollin' fast- rollin' fast - rolling through the night
Hell night - Hell night - Hell night !
Belinda’s grinning clock and a grumbling pick-up
are waiting for the midnight
Waiting for the midnight hou
Now it's gonna be midnight - gonna be midnight
And the pick-up says
“Come on baby -
come on deadies
Hell night - Hell night - Hell night !
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3. |
Bitchy Boy
02:59
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BITCHY BOY
Yeah, yeah, you, you're a bitchy boy
Yes you're a bitchy boy
Yeah, yeah, you, you're a dirty boy
Yes you're a dirty boy
And I think I won't stand your little noise
anymore
Yeah, yeah, you, you're a bitchy boy
Yes you're a bitchy boy
You speak too much in your telephone calls
And every words of yours
Just stinks, man
Your face - dirty face
I can't stand it anymore
Because you bore me- in everything man
Yeah
You're just a pile of shit
A big mercantile spit
I would enjoy to destroy you
Bitchy boy
Let's have a war Bitchy boy
Déclaration de guerre
Bitchy.
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4. |
L'homme à la moto
04:50
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5. |
Sacrifice
02:37
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SACRIFICE
I crucified my flesh with lust
In adoration of pictures behind the pictures
To words parasites I opened my mind
Nothing’s sweeter than being a new man
In this heart of living sound waves
Beating with love and blood
( Blind people cover the Earth )
Sacrifice ! Grief of love !
This benign cancer is the Divine tumour
Cathodic Christ !
Raging Lord Propagator speaks metastasis words
To consume my flesh
They are on their way down - down among us
Through the ages
So graceful with smooth words
Full their mouth
To fulfill in our flesh the Emergency Punishment
( Do we forget that tomorrow is unsure ? )
OPEN YOUR MIND !
Sacrifice ! Grief of love !
This benign cancer is the Divine tumour
Cathodic Christ !
Raging Lord Propagator speaks metastasis words
To consume my flesh
Our sins are still a wound to heal in our soul
Despite forgiveness
No mercy - No mercy for the ones who don’t repent
( Let’s yourself go to Radio Words** )
Sacrifice ! Grief of love !
This benign cancer is the Divine tumour
Cathodic Christ !
Raging Lord Propagator speaks metastasis words
To consume my flesh.
Sacrifice !
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6. |
We shall win (666)
04:16
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WE SHALL WIN [666]
I don't want to eat
I don't want to speak
I just want to sleep
Just become a child again
TV baby
Because we shall win
Just believe in me
We shall win - we shall win
We shall subjugate
We shall dominate
We are the children
of Sex and Death Rebirth
We don't want to speak anymore
We just want to sleep
Fire equals water
Because we shall win
Just believe in me
We shall win - we shall win
We shall subjugate
We shall dominate
The Big Voice is calling us with telepathic means
And she told us :
“You musn't think - You musn't think to win”
The Big Voice is our brain
You must learn to be a hole
Because we shall win
Yeah we do believe
You will win because we shall win
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7. |
Replicants
05:07
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REPLICANTS
Noh Yao Maa
Omm
Re El'
Maa Noh Yaa
Aa
Lehh S'an Tao
Omm
Yao Maa
Who belongs to our parents ?
Who doesn't belong tou our family ?
We've been both buried in the ground
Very deeply
Worms have eaten us
Combinated with Mother Earth
We are different persons
Now we're Replicants
Looking the same but Replicants
Enterrés profonds
Nous rassemblons ce cercle de glace
et de feu
Forces de la terre
nous rassemblons ce cercle
et le souffle
Vive le ReelReel**
We are CPM
Brotherhood CPM
Aa
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8. |
Dead in the bed
03:46
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DEAD IN THE BED
Inside - Inside
Closed in the landed circle
And behind the red wooden door
There's the black hung body
The man who've killed his dogs
Is now leaking through the floor
And he darts forth through heavens
Where everything is shinny cold
Dead in the bedroom - flies / Dead in the bedroom - flies
Shitting worms / Shitting worms / Shitting worms in the eyes
GODS love DOGS / DOGS love GODS
Gods love dogs and deads
Gods love sickmen laid in the iron beds
And the white dressed sister
And the black dressed sister
Oh no ! - Oh no !
They're shiiting worms in the eyes
Doctor Sister - Evil lives
Doctor Sister - I don't like your glass-ceiling light
Could't we find someone who would open this door ?
This hospital stinks hospital and there's nothing to do with that
Oh no ! - Oh no !
Shiiting worms in the eyes
Dead in the bedroom - flies / Dead in the bedroom - flies
Shitting worms / Shitting worms / Shitting worms in the eyes
GODS love DOGS / DOGS love GODS
See that all white baby
Looking at the glass-ceiling light
Please call Sister White
Flies - shitting worms in the eyes
See that all-black guy
Please call Sister Black
All-black guy decomposed alive
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9. |
Death to the Low World
04:11
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DEATH TO THE LW**
In the head over there
What and whose glory is produced ?
In the ears over there
What and whose glory is produced ?
The glory is produced of the beautiful earring
Be it glorious (repeat)
Be it shinning
Shinning - Shinning - The walled hill
Shinning - Shinning - The walled hill
Death to the LowWorld** / Live in the RealReal**
Death to the LowWorld** / Live in the RealReal*
- Three steps -
In the neck over there
What and whose glory is produced ?
The glory is produced of the turquoise and corals
Be it glorious (repeat)
Be it shinning
Shinning - Shinning - The walled hill
Death to the LowWorld** / Live in the RealReal**
Death to the LowWorld** / Live in the RealReal**
- Three steps -
In the body over there
What and whose glory is produced ?
The sky high up is a ring
It is not a ring : It’s a mirror
The ring, the miror is a polished surface
One - twice - step - Dance forwards
Death to the LowWorld** / Live in the RealReal**
Death to the LowWorld** / Live in the RealReal**
All adversities and misfortunes, let them go to the hateful enemy
All favourable causes, let them go to the loving relations
That’s the Enclosure
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12. |
Ghost parasites
04:41
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THE GHOST PARASITES
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
They come in the town with the radio waves
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
They switch off the tongues and they cut off the thoughts
During the all-night - transmission
A live-space emission
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Yes it’s like in a dream and no one wants to believe
that the ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Come in the town with the radio waves
to control your mind
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
And Baby please put the midnight show
Tonight - there’s a live space - transmission
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
We all know that time
is going to stop now
and that the RadioRadio**
eats the radio
Oush! The ghost parasites...
Oush! The ghost parasites...
They come in the town with the radio waves
to control your mind
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13. |
Sacrifice (Metal mix)
02:38
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14. |
Who needs that ?
03:12
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WHO NEEDS THAT ?
Who needs that ?
Who needs a new islamic revolution ?
Who needs a new Star War programation ?
Who needs a Maggie Tatcher chatter ?
Who needs civil war in leban?
We need it !
Who needs a new Deep Purple record ?
A new Pink Floyd reformation
Who needs that ?
Who needs aparteid in South Africa ?
Who needs a Maggie Tatcher chatter, man ?
We need it !
yeah
We need it !
Who needs a movie ‘bout Lee Perry’s life ?
Who needs cocaïne to feel like a genius ?
Who needs Claude Autan-Lara ? ah ah
We need it !
yeah
We need it !
Who needs Brigitte Bardot now ?
Jean-Marie Lepen’s ass
We need it !
yeah
a new revival fashion
Who needs Ronald Reagan diary ?
We need it !
yeah
We need it !
Who needs a Bernard Tapie broadcast ?
We need - we need - We need it
hooligans here
We need it !
yeah
We need - we need
a civil war
a new war
we need it
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