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Rzeźnia manekinów
03:30
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BUTCHERY OF MANNEQUINS
The suicide of mannequins
Yeah, they do happen often.
Because what does it mean that it's too expensive?
Because that's the story?
First a company, then
A brothel and a butcher at the end.
Butchery of mannequins, brothel
And a factory birth.
Sometimes at night, when no ones listening
They cry with their plastic eyes.
But you do not kill anything in the butchery of mannequins
You just create stupid, empty son's of bitches.
Plastic reincarnation
Those that in their former lives
Where a heartless mannequin
In the butchery become human.
A mannequin is crying again
They order him to be human.
And he doesn't want too.
Doesn't want too.
Instead of a heat
He prefer to have inside
More air.
More air.
Isntead of beeing fashionable
Instead of being no one
He will now become
Human only
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Znasz Lee ten kraj?
03:59
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DO YOU KNOW THIS COUNTRY Mr LEE?
This is the miracle of reproduction
Reproducing by division
Huge colonies of happy ones
Crowded in their burrows
Faith, faith, faith in everything
More is better.
Hit it – you'll just break your hand
Wisdom, wisom, wisdom of nothing
The less the better.
Hit with your other hand
And both will end in plasters.
Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles
California yeah! Yeah!
Poland isn't dead yet!
Untill we are sewing
Clothes!
In the morning in front of my house
I found a newspaper
from Jehova's Witnesses
„Wake up”
It didn't shine anywhere
They didn't listen.
Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles
California yeah! Yeah!
Poland isn't dead yet!
Untill we are sewing
Clothes
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3. |
Ojciec Bio
04:19
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FATHER BIO
Let me work,
And you rest.
Natural holes in hands,
Advertised by Father Bio.
He speaks perfect English,
Although came to us from Italy.
German Shepherd
In an SS uniform.
They say it's a good race.
They say it's a good dog.
At my neighbours again
Pouring juice in liters.
Theres a drunken party
The block of flats smells of raspberries.
The electricians will fight
for the Chalice of Light today,
And mushroom farmers will mush
Mold in their throats.
I'll make you a cup of hiccups
The hiccups will awaken your valves
Your reflection stinks
When you stand in front of the mirror
And burp right at it
And making a drill
It's not personal training anymore
It's merely cruelty.
It will never work
Not even on rats.
Let me work,
And you rest.
Ladies following the unform
Mice following the tracksuit.
It's the origin of fears
Obsessions and psychosis.
A corpse would have fallen here
But in the first row
A blind bullet follows,
Just a small detail.
Who is dropping kilograms
With a bang on the floot?
It's obese priests
Practicing yoga.
Look what a strange dolphin
No, it's something bigger!
Leave it, it's not our monstrosity.
It's Noah's Orca (Killer Whale).
I'll make you a cup of hiccups
The hiccups will awaken your valves
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4. |
Das kleine Herz
04:18
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A SMALL HEART
Don't cry anymore in the cold
Or your tears will freeze.
On the black bedccloths
You can't see blood stains.
And those, on the white one
We will cover up
And very deeply
Burry underground.
Since, what your eye didn't see
Your heart doesn't have enough of.
Especially if it knocks
To the rythm of facebook.
Your tears will freeze
Due to your cry in the cold.
You won't turn back time,
It won't help with anything.
There is only
Ash and ruins with you
Destroyed beds
And springs portruding.
Your tears will freeze
Due to your cry in the cold.
You won't turn back time
It won't help with anything.
Your heart is beating in facebook's rythm.
Your heart is beating in facebook's rythm.
Your tears will freeze...
Inside
There is no yolk, no white
There is no point, no point
In breaking the egg.
Your tears will freeze
Due to your cry in the cold.
You won't turn back time,
It won't help with anything.
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5. |
Muchy robią miód
04:04
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FLIES MAKE HONEY
The night is bright.
I open my mouth in awe.
Is it full (moon) today?
No. It's emptiness.
Is it full (moon) today?
No! Today is fucking empty.
I don't know anymore
A situation like this
where I dont know if to puke
or if to cry?
Tommorow honey will be made
Only by hard working flies
Don't ask from what.
All that matters is
That it's something sweet.
Why so bright?
Is it fool (moon)?
No, the emptiness shines.
Don't look yourself
Straight into the eyes
Walking to the mirror.
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6. |
Personal Budda
03:58
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PERSONAL BUDDHA
Here's the personification of a hero
From the legends of a dead city
That did not know how to live
But knew what happiness was.
He will find pearls for you even in Orthodoxy
He is honest, he's a pearl trader
Without a diving license.
Personal Buddha
Got pregnant with himself
Personal Buddha
The whole city sings with you.
Personal Buddha!
Legendary Mister Buddha
Tell me where your dog is?
Hey, you poet in a dead city
Tell us how you eat.
Is this city thar you live in,
think about it and share your thoughts
Is it Eden or Arcadia?
What's a gossip and what's not?
Personal Buddha
Got pregnant with himself
Personal Buddha
The whole city sings with you.
Personal Buddha!
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7. |
Ctrl + A
04:49
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CTR + A
On your computer's keyboard
Keys that sound promising
END and DELETE.
Too bad, that theres nothing
More radical.
Too bad, that theres nothing
More cruel.
You could just
Mark everything and press
DESTORY, for example
CONTROL + A + DESTROY
Theres no time for END
DELETE isn't enough
Only DESTROY
Can deal with this.
CONTROL + A + DESTROY
Ah, if only we could
Fix all of this,
Mark everything
And press DESOTRY
CONTROL + A + DESTROY
Mark everything and press,
Pretend it's no longer there.
And pretend it's no longer there.
And it wont be.
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8. |
Złote zęby
04:16
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GOLDEN TEETH
Look under the armpits
Oh people made of metal.
Look under the feet
Of people dear to you.
At their hands
Reaching for more,
At their bellies,
Their golden clothes.
You can look
But you can't touch!
Can't ask
Any questions!
Look closely,
Envy greatly,
People will start soon
To raven soon.
You can stare all the time
At their beautiful golden teeth,
Smell the scent from their windows
And devour all with your eyes.
Golden teeth
Golden teeth
The perfect
Form of protesis
For this I tell you
You will be with me in Reich today.
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9. |
Chłopaki nie patrzą
03:01
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BOYS DON'T LOOK
Boys don't look – at nothing.
Boys don't pay – for nothing.
They build from the notion of divinity
Their little bone church.
I don't care about their churches.
I don't care about their bones.
I don't give a fuck about the boys
And I shit on their divinity.
Final Countdown is already on
Ta da da ta da...
Is it the end already?
No, it's already the beginning.
From now on I turn on my PC
Only to check
On the internet if this world...
If this world still exists
And I aerate the sheets
Not for hygiene.
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10. |
Ma(ra)donna
04:26
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MA(ra)DONNA
Today you don't dance
Today is Lent
Half of the screen covered
With big black letters.
Lent
But when it's finally over
We will have a huge ball
Chinese lanterns, fireworks
Carnival.
Grand Carnival. Carnival.
A pinch on our heads
Pinch of confetti.
Make sure that there aren't
Any children made out of this.
A pinch on our heads
Pinch of confetti
Radioactive
To stimulate our apetite
A pinch on our heads
Pinch of confetti.
Make sure that there aren't
Any children made out of this.
A shot in the face
Shots straight into the heart
I wreck the fun
In the best moment
Why do I smell of lotion?
As I was alone at the ball.
Alone at the ball. Ball alone. Lotion.
We won't be disturbed even by
The self-proclaimed Divinie Mother.
Divine Mother without papers.
Merely a madwoman.
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11. |
Pułapka
02:12
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TRAP (by Kuba Kowalski)
Make a cube out of your conscience
They will even give you a case.
Specify in width and lenght
What their idea is.
A man that doesn't think, as
He did not ingest thinking
Swallows everything that
That winds up the world of delusions.
Under the collective of pistons
A huge sign „Collective”
It's such a clever weapon
Not to allow frustration to thicken in us.
What did they promise you?
Did they show you a graph?
Was it curved upwords?
Was it their political amibitions?
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Pseudosonda Kędzierzyn Koźle, Poland
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