It’s not the red of the dying sun The morning sheets surprising stain It’s not the red of which we bleed The red of cabernet sauvignon A world of ruby all in vain
It’s not that red
It’s not as golden as Zeus famous shower It doesn’t come, not at all, from above It’s in the open but it doesn’t get stolen It’s not that gold It’s not as golden as memory Or the age of the same name
It’s not that gold
I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour Your colour, I wish
It is as black as malevitch’s square The cold furnace in which we stare A high pitch on a future scale It is a starless winternight’s tale It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour Your colour, I wish

Kick out the jams motherfuckers ! Yeah! I, I, I, I, I’m gonna I’m gonna kick ‘em out ! Yeah ! Well i feel pretty good And i guess that i could get crazy now baby Cause we all got in tune And when the dressing room got hazy now baby
I know how you want it child Hot, quick and tight The girls can’t stand it When you’re doin’it right Let me up on the stand And let me kick out the jam Yes, kick out the jams I want to kick’em out !
Yes i’m starting to sweat You know my shirt’s all wet What a feeling In the sound that abounds And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
You gotta have it baby You can’t do without When you get that feeling You gotta sock’em out Put that mike in my hand And let me kick out the jam Yes ! Kick out the jams I want to kick’em out
So you got to give it up You know you can’t get enough Miss Mackenzie Cause it gets in your brain It drives you insane With the frenzy
The wailin’ guitars girl The crash of the drums Make you wanna keep-a-rockin’ Till the morning comes
Let me be who i am And let me kick out the jam Yes, kick out the jams I done kicked em out !!!

The Jekyll-Hyde of you I can’t survive the tide of you The vicious style of love, the whining Pits and pendulums of lying I don’t see how you survive in Hard-line worlds you’re advertising Sneaky features, ? waiting City sex is so frustrating
Young savage Young savage She’s like a steel wall Speaks like a dance hall Young savage Young savage Anything goes where no-one knows your name
The mirror love of vixens Gets over the mask of victims Money rents you insulation Tenderness, asphyxiation Someone else’s flesh to borrow Sling it from your bed tomorrow ? sorrow Look behind the face it’s hollow
Young savage Young savage She’s like a steel wall Speaks like a dance hall Young savage Young savage Anything goes where no-one knows your name

; Ok, ready. let’s do it
Listen to the voice of buddha Saying stop your sericulture Little people like your offspring Boiled alive for some god’s stocking Buddha’s watching, buddha’s waiting Just because the kid’s an orphan Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying Children don’t forget this torture Just because you call her mother Doesn’t mean that she’s your better Once more with the voice of buddha He’ll say carry on your slaughter Who cares for the little children You may slice with no conviction Blind revenge on a blameless victim

PEDIDO: Se alguém souber qual é o álbum onde aparece uma versão desta música [que não o Reproduction], pode deixar comentário? Agradecido.

Cá está:

Heaven17

“Mais soft e com uns ‘ahaaas’ a mais. PDI, decerto. Paciência.”

Thanx, C.!

Adenda em 01NOV:

Agora vem PA desinquietar-me: Alguém arranja uma versão publicável em WP para o Being Boiled no álbum Travelogue, de 1980?

Grato.

my god sits in the back of the limousine my god comes in a wrapper of cellophane my god pouts on the cover of the magazine my god’s a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right I’ll be there for you as long as it works for me I play a game it’s called insincerity
starfuckers starfuckers starfuckers, inc. starfuckers
I am every fucking thing and just a little more I sold my soul but don’t you dare call me a whore and when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste it’s really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah (asskisser)
starfuckers starfuckers starfuckers, inc. starfuckers
all our pain how did you think we’d get by without you? you’re so vain I bet you think this song is about you don’t you? don’t you? don’t you? don’t you?
now I belong I’m one of the chosen ones now I belong I’m one of the beautiful ones

Walking the street with her naked feet So full of rhythm but I can’t find the beat Snapping her heels clicking her toes Everybody knows just where she goes
Fear, fear — she’s the mother of violence making me tense to watch the way she breed Fear, she’s the mother of violence you know self-defense is all you need it’s getting hard to breathe It’s getting so hard to believe to believe in anything at all
Mouth all dry eyes blood shot data stored in microdot Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes T.V. dinner, T.V. news
Fear, fear — she’s the mother of violence don’t make any sense to watch the way she breed Fear, she’s the mother of violence making me tense to watch the way she feed The only way you know she’s there Is the subtle flavour in the air Getting hard to breathe hard to believe in anything at all but fear

Conversion, software version 7.0 Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub Eating seeds as a pastime activity The toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours Flishlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck Eating seeds as a pastime activity The toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder Now, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep Disorder, disorder, disorder When I became the sun I shone life into the mans hearts When I became the sun I shone life into the mans hearts

Dói-me a Alma Na indecência da cidade Fogaréus de mácula Em cenários de fausto Arrepiada nudez De corpos contrafeitos Dói-me a Alma Dói-me a Alma Dói-me a Alma Dói-me a Alma Na elipse do fim Arco-íris quebrados Na demanda do vinho Perdidos olhares De insana comiseração Dói-me a Alma Dói-me a Alma Dói-me a Alma À Guerra! À Guerra!

All your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down Oh all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down

She’s just like you So why keep doing what you do Why cut a friend Why cruise that mean lean to an end You could have heel toed To another place You could have peeled slow To a better face But your heart can’t grieve For your little dreams Oh no your heart can’t grieve Not for your little dreams

All your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down All your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down

Broke trust in two Now no one’s looking out for you Why keep it cruel Why waste so much to play the fool And maybe I’m the fool but I think we’d find That we could all be so so kind If you’d just leave your tread mill powertrip behind Oh leave your treadmill powertrip behind And maybe it’s best that you’re so so blind It’s best that your so so blind Because your heart can’t grieve I know your heart can’t grieve I know your heart can’t grieve What your eyes won’t see But you were my favorite moment Of our dead century I know your heart can’t grieve What your eyes won’t see But you were my favorite moment Of our dead century

But all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down Oh all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down

Oh warfarin’ terrapin Unconfined undesigned Undersigned bantering Bartering bellowing Barracking blundering Pillaging plundering Living and lavishing Hammerings harrowing Flourishing flattening Levelling reveling Wrecking and ravaging Savoring savaging Oh warfarrin terrapin Unconfined undesigned You’ve got me worried and wondering

All your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down All your dreams are over now