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CHAKAL LYRICS
"The Man Is His Own Jackal" (1990)
1. Fell No Pain
2. Silence 'n' Peace
3. Acme Dead End Road
4. Holobyte
5. Hangover
6. Santa Claus Has Got Skin Cancer
7. In Vain
8. S.S.C. 333
9. Synthetic Tears
1. Fell No Pain
Analyzing my vision of reality
I send it away 'til I wanna return
It may seem that I'm the only one
But both of us know I'm not
But why do we destroy everything we touch?
Are we man's evil?
It seems obvious to me
I don't like what I see with my eyes
My escape? Another dimension
Watching time fade through my memories
'Til something makes me think
That we can live some other way
Just living our lives
But it's not that obvious to me
Feel no pain
Walking inside your minds
Leave your flesh and blood
And seek for what's behind
2. Silence 'n' Peace
Lord of history, owner of yesterday and tomorrow
In your hands are the life and death keys
No questions, take us from here
And we close our eyes and say "OK!"
Now our home is rest, our clothes is light
Forever... silence 'n' peace
Taken to the country of life, to the country of death
Silence 'n' peace... Peace!
The combat is over and all the doubts
There won't be more pain
There won't be more tears
Without questions
Take us from here
And we close our eyes
And say... "Fuck off!"
Lord of history, owner of our destinies
To you we trust our lives and so our souls
3. Acme Dead End Road
Roadrunner, run for the last time on my roads
I've killed your ass-kissing drawer (artist)
And ripped off your writer's hands
I will never fall in the chasms again, ever!
Now Uncle Chakal is writing our stories
You'll need your thin legs to survive
Acme catalog is my menu, you're my snack
Predator's day due to a foolish booby-trap
Acme dead-end road
I wanna see a scared face
Shut this moronic smile... Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Although all these engineering projects didn't work
Mail delivery raises my hope
My material is set, good old tricky trap
It's the happiest day of my life
I won't need to work with dynamite
I will rip you only with my teeth
Make a big feather pillow
And kill my ancient starve
You've seen what happens to bad
Bad writers and drawers of 'toons
If they don't ease on our friends
Me and my uncle Chakal will rip 'em too
Acme dead-end road... Roadrunner killed on road
4. Holobyte
You were born to be programmed
System wants you just
On the procedures they adjust
Reprogram yourself
If not U: = "Excellent"
Then UR: = "Pattern"
Else begin
UR: = "Under control";
U: = "...Just a prowl"
End;
Why don't you leave the rails?
Have you ever thought on that?
Why don't you get out of this shell?
Have you ever fought for that?
If not UR: = "Pattern"
Then do not stay where you are
If you do not want to load
Those ridiculous speeches... again
AGAIN... End;
Are you real?
Maybe UR: = "...Just a hologram"
Input: Variable changing;
Gosub another else place
Main program says: "Love Justice";
All this false Madam does is betraying
Betrayal with the men on boots 'n' uniforms
Program error: New lover: ANARCHY!
Loop, Edit new file: Name: HOLOBYTE
If you've saved your old program,
Purge it and do not, do not restore it
Are you real? Maybe you're Boolean
Are you real? Maybe you're just a Holobyte
END.
5. Hangover
Huge bulldozers explore gray mass
Move them to ears
Engine heat from inside
Blinking eyes in tears
Clouded mind, misty brain side
Tourist pack, tickets lack
Earthquake, trip inside ache
Hangover
Lost body machines go
Partial temperance
Collapse of coordination
Pain last endurance
Inside yellow land acid burns
Red walls fall, gastric cut
Red walls fall, ulcer... hurts!
Head sinks... No flick... Beat trip
And what about my brain tick?
White liquid, yellow puke
Liver ink, sick land
Liver ink, sick land... I'm happy again
Huge bulldozers explore gray mass
Move them to ears
Engine heat from inside
Blinking eyes in tears
Clouded mind, misty brain side
Tourist pack, tickets lack
Earthquake, trip inside ache
Viscid fluid overflow
Bile tax increase
Liquor toxic effect on
Liverish disease
Inside yellow land acid burns
Red walls fall, gastric cut
Red walls fall, ulcer... hurts!
That's nice!
6. Santa Claus Has Got Skin Cancer
Red cheeks exposed
Travelling over the poles
Under ozone holes
Acquired skin tumors
Santa Claus has got
Has got skin cancer
Old December flyer
Great capital amasser
Poor children are free
From anguishing ads they see
No delusion to believe
And await him on Christmas Eve
Old reindeer retired
Xmas commercial end
No exploit next years
No gifts, no socks, no fears
Church was your creator
Capitalism made you fat
You aren't tricking anybody else
You're lost... Motherfucker!
7. In Vain
Looking for you and thinking
Trying to understand
Why do you keep on prayin'
If you don't know what it means
You go to the church
They absolve your sins
Then you repeat 'em like before
But you're feeling high and free
You fought but that's the wrong way
Can't you feel that it was all
In vain... for nothing
Following what you say
Woud be better than repeat again
So just don't pray in vain
And then you'll find the real way
You fought but that's the wrong way
Can't you feel that it was all
In vain... for nothing
Is that what you want to believe?
The passport to a better life?
Are you sure?
It's never too late
8. S.S.C. 333
9. Synthetic Tears
All those moments will be lost in time
Like tears in rain... Time to die
Off world colonies... new lands to begin again
Eat raw fish, noodles... search skinjobs, raw and cold
Tortoise, same as turtle... IQ test, emotional response
Three males, three females... just four left to retire
Artificial owl... Perfect skinjobs
Artificial Rachel... Past borrowed
Dying, hands are the first
Bleeding nose, mouth and ears
Painful to live... in fear
That's what it is to be a slave
End, love for any life
Quite an experience to live... in fear
Orange body, green legs
Eggs hatched, mother eaten
Not supposed to have feelings
XB-71, artificial snake
Too bad she won't live, perfection won't last
Loving her future, life without past
Age of techno God, creation of perfect beings
Automatic prayers for life.. Age of synthetic feelings
END.
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