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SLOGAN LYRICS
"Voluntary Swoon" (1994)
1. Immortality Express
2. Source
3. Voices, Britte Bells
4. God is Sobing
5. Endless Lullaby
6. Voluntary Swoon
7. Shy Delightfulness
8. The Pendulum
9. Branch
10. Passing Away
1. Immortality Express
wallachy lászló: immortality express
you ask and without safe answers
like a sapling with thin stem
you bow and scrape to the power
of the outer world you dread
do you wanna book a ticket to
immortality express leaves at three?
you're enervate you're ignorant
hurry! lest you miss! go! go!
the prophets will succor you fast
and like thick stake they'll support
are you booking ticket to
immortality express leaves at three?
like slave of directed confessions
you can grow more onward
the autotelism of goodness
is the truly human work
the hope
the faith
the love
depraved
to wares
they suffocate
in the idiot's tiny brains
2. Source
wallachy lászló: source
many times i feel the darkness is imbibing me
ripping off my wrappers looking for my essence
many times it seems the despair is chasing me
cause always wretched gasping it's rage to my neck
as erythroes the thoughts are
travelling in me up and down
and when they tire and doze off
their source reamins
3. Voices, Britte Bells
wallachy attila: voices brittle bells
in heart of dark in sea of the world
the fragile little lights are living alone
far away from stars and empty words
they fear the lie hope brighter future
from temple of souls far from roarings
from noise of the world from rabid stupids
still waiting for us voices brittle bells
present to watch 'bout our future to tell
grinning girlies we swing on god's hair
roaming crystals we step out of it's closed door
we're bashful as if we would be bare
grinning girlies we swing on god's hair
matter is tired pleasure is just error
among rumbing nightmares loosing in thought
no more waking among recovered forms
the existence is repulsive attraction
bracing exhilirating murmur
smiling diamonds their world is abstract
we mustn't walk anxious among them anymore
grinning girlies we swing on god's hair
in heart of dark in sea of the world
far away from stars and empty words
4. God is Sobing
wallachy lászló: god is sobing
cold and lie penetrate
cold and lie penetrate to the bone
the truth is naked clear face
perfidyless marvels to the world
into illusionmarsh
of fact through field of disemboweled feelings
advanced not forward
advanced not forward not backward
into negation
negation of immortality
into rejection
into rejection of decease
that's it!
red is the sky
and i know why
god is sobing
its tear is bloody
nice attractive trash
nice attractive trash is dispersed
desire of the finite
of finite-infinite bloodstrain-storm
is the emotive
the emotive putrefaction
5. Endless Lullaby
6. Voluntary Swoon
wallachy lászló: voluntary swoon
though i'm on the middle of spring already
my frosty winter dream moved into me
unexpectadly overtaken by
this dream has put clothes on like my soul
if the painful melting will come one day
then time shall touch my unusual aimes
i learnt that in my wintertime my parts don't stir
my life and my death are turning toward the silence
i shoot on nape basely treacherously
my active doer reasoned purposes
i hibernate and preservate them
till the day in new form they'll resurrect
if the painful melting will come one day
then time shall touch my unusual aimes
i remit every insensate fighting
i'm living slowly my ground is lessening
my present is stiffening like blood in the cold
i am awake now all the same i sleep
i'm more easily going through so thus
selfish freeze of the unconcerned not
i learnt that in my wintertime my parts don't stir
my life and my death are turning toward the silence
i'm being disguised by soulwadding
crammed tomorrow comes
i learnt that in my wintertime my parts don't stir
my life and my death are turning toward the silence
i voluntary swoon
7. Shy Delightfulness
wallachy lászló: shy delightfulness
distance of our made body
is the ground where many thousands
of fertilizing seeeds
of memories and adventures
are dividing in space and time
you are shy delightfulness mine
don't leave our enamoured past
to absorb in dried land of
almighty oblivion almighty oblivion
giant of hate is lurking there
deep in all the lovefairies mind
and we have nothing to do when
he comes out to suck sweet sunshine
into his stainy skin sometimes
only you can make a dwarf of
evil giant by implicit
being thrown open of your love
i'd protest against it vainly
you give birth into this vain world
with stubborn continuity
the beauty of my conceptions
you are wonderful and frail
in your body and in your soul
you are shy delightfulness mine
you are shy delightfulness mine
8. The Pendulum
wallachy attila: the pendulum
in panting in griping
the throbbing flesh in dirt
love is dazedly dribling
from among our fingers
the wonderful rays are
raping on our bodies
are twitching to the bar
of convulsioning hearts
satrted by the nearing decease
with a forehead forming in beads
poisoned men are gelping sweating
poisoned men are gelping sweating
the ragng power of the worldinstinct
compels me into squalor with hot lips
make me delighting deep in matter
wading in the glowing sand it reaches to our knees
bawling and bellowing we call it being the world
we live stuck together by the voluptousness
but the matter is in death agony among us
the exited lifedancers swing
the pendulum wrongward wrongward
the pendulum wrongward
9. Branch
wallachy lászló: branch
branch of llfe i hang on you
like an overripe
and subvertive minded peach who's
always forgiving kind
the futureaiding boonbasket
of goodness casts a veil
over my eyes with some rose meat
i pledge make the best
i can't look on with folded arms
as darkness covers
animals plants fertile good grounds
i must light today
in order to be such a man
on tomorrow also
whom touched by the glad brilliance
meek heart placid word
branc of life produces me
tumble of light delicious peach
branch of llfe i hang on you
like an overripe
and subvertive minded peach who's
always forgiving kind
i don't hate other nor the same
i don't fear my death
i breath your souls to life you may
ask this only demand
10. Passing Away
wallachy lászló: passing away
i must understand that too what flowers don't tell
and the always instaneous yet conceited present
who turns its gangrening back towards the intelligence
and leaves it alone to be unceasingly restless
i arrange the past's hair
lift up it's chin and look in
the face to hear its raspy voice
writhling in the net of distrust and struggling for breath
we're vomiting our expectations to the heaven
we leave them and they get cool like the living beings
in the universal law of the passing away
i arrange the past's hair
lift up it's chin and look in
the face to hear its raspy voice
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