я опять написал много строк без припева
не получится радио-хит
не качает мой бит и не строит вся тема
да и в правом канале гудит

всласть читались тексты
в плачь хотелось секса
почему не вышло
кате интересно
от тебя до песен
не хватает места
от меня до сказок
трудно, если честно
ряд местоимений
мне поднадоело
он, наверно, гений,
раз такое дело
узник словоблудий
призраки гарема
кто взахлёб о сексе
о любви не смело
летних настроений
frustracion completa
он сторонник мнений
продолжатель дела
так хотела — правду
только не сумела
лужи по асфальту
тухнет сигарета
только в этих текстах
не найдёшь ответа
и в словах украткой
нету ни намёка
кто здесь самый сладкий
и кому не плохо

A TV screen fades in to the face of Jane Yamamoto. She realizes that the camera is on and the audience is watching, gives a bewildered look at her cameraman and starts her news coverage:

«Another drug conspiracy featuring the key figures of the music industry revealed. February 29, 2001 The U. S. Food and Drug Administration banned the use of an extremely harmful to its abusers substance, which is guaranteed to take to the extreme depths of pleasure everyone who takes it. The name of this XTC of the new millenium is BADADOL. This unprecedented drug is qualified by the experts to be a tremendous hallucinogen, brain activity stimulator, dopamine analog, Viagra substitute, orgasm generator and inspiration booster all in one, which makes it the best drug the human mind has developed…»

[ читать дальше ]

теперь он любит смотреть на небо.

и постоянно видит там дремлинов.
ну или ешё что-нибудь…

Copyright: The Tic Tok Men 2001
(Those are the lyrics of the original song, so that our remix might be a bit different.)

We cleanse the power grid around you
Surround you
We’re taking action chanting slogans
No Computer
Citizen we call you now with madness
This method
Join us now and we will give you power
In numbers
Take control exploding code with data
And shrapnel
When it’s time the cause is blind
No Mercy …..
And no computers!
Decomputerization!
We moved the front lines now behind us
More of us
We’ve set the timer now it’s ticking
Feel the future
Decomputerization!
It’s time!
Decomputerization!

every page of every story
turning back hopes to control me
plays its role without thinking
plays majestic olive chords
grave as green when second’s turning
stunned to death to metronome me
watch my dance without thinking
water is drained, I hear no words
uniformed, official duty
trying hard to overcute me
takes my time without thinking
jigsaw puzzles tear apart
record stores and basement ceilings
it takes zillions to believe me
candels burn without thinking
watching sparkles makes me sad
morning comes when you unlabel
I am late again: please blame me
when we talk without thinking
sun is yellower than grass
girlish stains that come so creamy
when I talk my way to free me
prearrange without thinking
I’ll recite the void lines