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Side Trax (2004)
2004
1.
Man Should Surrender (by Pailhead)
2.
Anthem (by Pailhead)
3.
Don't Stand In Line (by Pailhead)
4.
Ballad (by Pailhead)
5.
I Will Refuse (by Pailhead)
6.
No Bunny (by Pailhead)
7.
Apathy (by 1000 Homo DJs)
8.
Better Ways (by 1000 Homo DJs)
9.
Supernaut (by 1000 Homo DJs)
10.
Hey Asshole (by 1000 Homo DJs)
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
No Name No Slogan (Cabaret Voltaire 12 (by Acid Horse)
. . .


You engineer the stratosphere
You commandeer this hemisphere
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Rearrange forms of life
Battle night with your lights
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Flying boxes through the air
Dropping cities everywhere
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Fire made for all to burn
Foolish end for all concerned
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Surrender

Surrender

You engineer the stratosphere
You commandeer this hemisphere
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Rearrange forms of life
Battle night with your lights
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Flying boxes through the air
Dropping cities everywhere
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Fire made for all to burn
Foolish end for all concerned
But water will still come
Man should surrender

Surrender

Surrender

Now, now, now, now, now!

. . .


This is the anthem
You are in control of your thinking
You are responsible for your actions
You create the limitations
You know well the situation
This world is broken
You will catch it with your head when it falls

. . .


Speak your piece, speak your mind
Leave no points undefined
We may be undermined
Numbers assigned and then confined
They will try to realign
And get us to leave our thoughts behind
You want your message to shine?
Don't stand in line

. . .


Pick up the goddamn phone
I pay to hear you lie
I saw you on T.V.
There's nothing here for me
I'll pay the price

So pick up the goddamn phone
I'm just a voice you cannot see
But you act as if you know me
You chat away while I bleed
Then take my money

. . .


Please don't ask me
I will refuse

(fucking ready)
Please don't ask me
I will refuse!

Born as a blank page
We must pick and choose
Our destinations
And the paths we'll use
What shall we say is sacred
What will be abused
It is no wonder
The world is so confused
Murder and weather
Is our only news
Well I will refuse!

Your offer is tempting
But it's not what it seems
You take advantage
Of everybody else's dreams
You create the perfect picture
By dressing up the scene
Trust our hopes and lives
To your death machines
Your point is not well taken
Because it's not what it seems

Well I will refuse!

Murder and weather
Is our only news
And I will refuse!
I will refuse!
I will refuse!
I will refuse!
I will refuse!
I will refuse!
...

. . .


No bunny
It's not funny
Don't believe everything you read
It's fable
Just a label

So don't follow the lead
There is no bunny
I promise
It's ugly, it's stupid
Don't be the same

You're a sucker
A violent fucker

Teenager frustrated
Easily manipulated
Enemy created
Televison mated
Waiting to be hated
Look outside!

Teenager frustrated
Easily manipulated
Enemy created
Televison mated
Waiting to be hated
Won't you look outside?

Look outside!

"I am proud"
"I will defend my pride"
"and I will fight to the death"
"I am never a scaredy-cat"
"My life is committed to the elimination of parasites"
"Teenage suicide is on the rise"
"Do not - I repeat - do not attempt to understand, because I surely don't"
"Mom and Dad did me wrong"
"And I've got problems"
"? ? school and stuff"
"I've got my pride"
"Superiority"
"Superiority complex in the first degree"
"God bless... America"

No bunny
It's not funny
Don't believe everything you read
It's fable
Just a label
So don't follow the lead
There is no bunny
I promise
It's ugly, it's stupid
And now you're the same

Violent sucker
You silent fucker

Teenager frustrated
Easily manipulated
Enemy created
Televison mated
Waiting to be hated
Look outside!

Teenager frustrated
Easily manipulated
Enemy created
Televison mated
Waiting to be hated
Look outside!

Look outside!

. . .


We tried assassinations, it's the same
Demonstrations and violence, but it's still the same to me
Economic sanctions, it's the same
Tried dragging their names through mud, but it's still the same to me

It's the same (4 times)

Down here in the ?condemnations?, it's the same
Protected by the laws they make, well it's still the same to me
What about the world's reaction, it's the same
The only problem is too many factions, and it's still the same to me

It's the same (4 times)

Where the hell is the population?
All quiet for regeneration
What ever happened to the human race?
Can't you see the enemy here is you?

It's you (5 times)

In the Tory or the Labour camps, well it's the same
Republican or Democrat, but it's still the same to me
Go to Lenin or Marx, it doesn't matter
Starve the people while the rich get fatter
Can't you see they got us where they want us?
Can't you see the enemy here is you?

It's you (many times)

. . .


You can laugh at the world
You can laugh until you're sick
You can laugh at anything you want
But I'm laughing back at you
And I'll remember you

There's no concern to you
Cause you're so independent
Well I don't fight your war
And I'll hide in the basement
Well I'll hide in the basement
I'll stick my head in sand
Well I'll stick my head up high

(Chorus:)
There must be better ways than this, I ask you
There must be better ways than this, well I'm on my knees
There must be better ways than this, I ask you
There must be better ways than this, well I'm on my knees

It seems so far away
We're so safe and sound
We let them fight their wars
And I'll buy the next round
And I'll buy the next round
I'll buy the next round
If there's anyone around

(Chorus)

. . .


Practially every one of the top 40 records being played on every radio station in the United States is a communication to the children to take a trip, to cop out, to groove. The psychedelic jackets on the record albums have their own hidden symbols and messages as well as the lyrics to all the top rock songs and they all sing the same refrain: It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.

I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don't want to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain on the moon
And find the dish that runs away with the spoon

Supernaut
Supernaut

I've crossed the ocean, turned every bend
I found the crossing near a golden rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years it never bothered me

Bothered me
Supernaut
Bothered me
Supernaut

They all sing the same refrain: It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.

25 seconds
20 seconds and counting
15 seconds, guidence is internal
12, 11, 10, 9
ignition sequence starts
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Got no religion, don't need no friends
Got all I want and I don't need to pretend
Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'd tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I've leave it behind

. . .


Hey, hey you, hey you punk, yeah that's right pull over now. Pull over now. I said pull it over! That's right. Let me see some ID. Let me see your license. What is this? What is this? This says "expired". Alright, get the fuck out of the car now.

What is that? Get a fucking hair... What is that fucking long hair? Get a haircut. Hey Joe, look at this guy! Can you see this? He's a fucking sissy. That's right. Alright, up against the car now. That's right, spread'em! I said spread'em!

You punk. Look at you, you fucking punk.

What rights? You want to hear your rights? Fuck your rights. Spread'em. Hey, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? What do you think you are? Huh? You think you're fucking smart? Why I ought to... Hey what is that, punk? What did you call me? You call me "pig"? I'll fucking throw you down so fast... Fuck you. You punk. Alright, fuck you. Where did you get this fucking car anyways? What is this, a Dodge? Fucking '69 Dodge? You're driving... You got a license for this? You got plates? Where's the plates on this thing? I'll bet you ain't got any insurance. You're driving around with no insurance, aren't you? Hey Joe, look at this guy. Alright, hey, what do you ... what's with your bitch? Get her out ... You, bitch, get out of the car now, too. Yeah that's right. Spread'em! Get a fucking haircut! You got a job? What kind of job? Get a real job, punk!

All right, freeze! Stay right where you are, don't move a fucking inch. Don't move a muscle. That's right, down, down on the floor, get down. On your tummy. Spread'em! What is this? What do we got here? A package. You got a package. What is this doing? White package. Oh, I see, yeah, you're a fucking drug addict. You're a fucking drug addict! Get a fucking job!

What's with your chick? She fucking ... Oh, Jesus Christ, she's got an earing in her nose! Joe, look at this chick! She's fucking sick. My God! I hope she don't fucking hang around with chicks ... I don't want my fucking daughter ... Oh God, what a nightmare! Quit your fucking whining. I don't want to hear about it. Get in the back ... Look, I don't want to hear about your fucking rights. You got one right. You got the right to get in the back seat of the car now. You got it? What? What was that? I didn't hear that. I didn't fucking hear that. Look, that's it. You're going down now. That's it. And what's with that fucking earing? What are you a fag? You some kind of fucking sissy, huh? That's right, you're going down with me ... and you too ma'am. Let's go. I'm sorry, I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to hear your crying. You're with him. Don't give me this. Let's see the fucking shit in your pockets. Come on. You're coming with me now.

Hey look, I can make this real easy. I can just beat the shit out of you and drop you off somewhere and fuck the report. You know I got three fucking pages of reports in triplicate. So fuck you. You give me any hard time I'm going to fuck you up. You understand? You see this fucking gun right here? I'll drill you so full of holes you won't know what the fuck hit you.

My God, you're basically crying. God dammit, she sounds like a fucking ... blaugh. Oh she's annoying! Oh my God she sounds like fucking ... uh ... what the hell is that ... Joe, who is that bitch that whines all the time? That, uh, Erma Bombeck or somebody?

All right, open up the trunk. That's right. What's with the bat? What's with the bat in the back seat? What, do you play baseball? Oh I see. Oh you're a gangbanger. Let me see your fucking signs, let me see your colors. You got colors? I got colors. Right here. Fucking black and blue all over your face.

What, are you representing? You want to throw down, punk, huh?

You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you don't have the money for an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you. If you give up this right, then everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand? Oh, fuck you, I don't care if you understand. Get in the fucking back seat now! Spread'em, punk! Punk, I ought to give you a haircut right now. Hey Joe, get me my fucking razorblade. I'm cutting this kid's hair now. Look at him. He looks like a fucking asshole. He's a sissy. He's a fucking faggot. He drives a Dodge! Where are you from? Are you from the south side? Ohhh! Punk. You're a punk. I eat you for breakfast you little fucking weasel.

Look at his fucking mug on this picture on his license. He looks so decrepit I can't believe it. He's got a face only a mother could hate.

Freeze, asshole! Freeze, you fucking son of a bitch! Look, hey, I'm fucking too fat to be chasing you around. I'll fucking drill you full of holes, you punk. Quit your fucking running around. Hey look, I'm going to kill you now! Then I'll throw you out in the back seat, out in a back alley on the fucking south side and no one will ever know what the fuck happened to you. In the river with you, you punk.

That's right, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? You punk, huh? You got a job? Get a job!

Oh! What's this bag here? You got a bag of powder? Why don't you give me some and we'll forget about it. That's right. Yeah alright, so what. Yeah, well, yeah what am I? - fucking God? I'm human too. You know, you fucking punks you think we're all fucking the same. We're human! We got feelings! You treat us like shit, you treat us like fucking pigs. If it wasn't for us you little punks would be beaten up by some fucking nazi somewhere.

(Woman: Oh, not those handcuffs. I want the fur-lined ones.)

Hey you like my boots?

. . .


Tick tick tock, I am the kitchen clock
Tick tick tock, this is my wife
Tick tick tock, I am the kitchen clock
Tick tick tock, this is my KNIFE!

Tick tick tock, this is the way I walk
Tick tick tock, this is my life
Trying so hard to be approachable
I´m a nice guy, underneath it all

Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock
Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock
Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock
Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock

You know, you know, know I´m not a violent guy
but when driven, I will react
And no, I don´t want to scare the friend I´ve made
I don't want to rain on your parade

Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock
Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock
Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock
Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock

Tick tick tock, I am the kitchen clock
Tick tick tock, this is my wife
Tick tick tock, I am the kitchen clock
Tick tick tock, this is my KNIFE!

Tick tick, tock tock, tock tick, tick tock (x20)
Tick tick, tock...tock!

. . .


Soft and gentle, sentimental
Hard as nails, and scissor mental
We want to be the ones who let you know
We've got a surprise for you

A savage eye and a carving knife
Frozen chaos and a bloodshot life
A hungry insect and the way it stings
These are a few of my favorite things

Invisible signs that control your mind
And a person wants to take you away
Between the lines, like the inferno
To pretend to know the way of the play

Soft and gentle, sentimental
The way of the play is incredible
My mood dictated by the wind that blows
And the dice that rolls

I am surrounded by the things I love
A dying creature and a chainmail glove
Inebriation and the joy it brings
These are a few of my favorite things

Soft and gentle, sentimental
Hard as nails, and scissor mental
We want to be the ones who let you know
We've got a surprise for you

A savage eye and a carving knife
Frozen chaos and a bloodshot life
A hungry insect and the way it stings
These are a few of my favorite things
A hungry insect and the way it stings
These are a few of my favorite things

. . .


Condition yourself
A condition red
Alert yourself
When you shake the deck
Like you shake my soul
Ah, show yourself
Ah, give me your spine
Take it all in
And I'll take it all in 'til you hurt me

See yourself
Are you dead or alive?
You can feel my flesh
'Cause I'll rip my spine
And I'll show you my innocence
One more game
Won't you play that game for me?
'Cause no one's watching
And no one cares
About your indifference

Ha! Ha!
Ha! Haa!
Ha! Ha!
Ah, show yourself to me
Huh!

Ha! Ha!
Ha! Haa!
Ha! Ha!
Ah, show yourself to me
Huh!
Ahh, show yourself
Unmask yourself
Expose yourself
Show your spine to me
TO ME!

. . .


Unquestioning, undaunting
The silence of language
Anonymous hands
With a nameless device

No name, no slogan (x4)

It's safe to say
The attention span is intact
Undivided
Oblivious eyes outside
Shall remain unenlightened
Information regurgitated
And forced into machines

No name, no slogan (x2)

Attention cycle never broken
No name, no slogan

Annonymous eyes shall never open
No name, no slogan (x2)

Here, the edge is thin
And skin is far too thin
So thin the device divides
And cuts up time
And again...

No name, no slogan (x16)

. . .

No Name No Slogan (Cabaret Voltaire 12

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