to my dead twin brother
“ BURNT OFFERINGS ”
/ conceptual album – 2 /
A side:
01. Without Your Face
02. Xtremities
03. A Lie Of The Glass
04. Head-Washing Machine
05. happybirthday’s day
06. Cruciform-Deformed
07. Death By Indifference (to death)
B side:
08. LameBaseJane
09. Cryptogam-e
10. Lilac Zen
11. Fuckinglittleone
12. Stearin (instrumental)
Released: 1/2002
WITHOUT YOUR FACE
come to my funeral
come to my wedding
I just want to see you
come just to please me
watch me in my mourning clothes
watch me in my wedding dress
I just want to see your face
how I could live without your face
blue skies will take my soul
take it very far way
I’ve been out of stock
but not out of stuck
get wasted in my wastelands
calculate my countlessness
take my will and testament
take my dowry
the grass was dried
by summer sun
the girl was killed
by the Son of Sam
a lot of shit
a lot of fun
a lot of me
a lot of fans
the grass was dried
by summer sun
the girl was killed
by the Son of Sam
a lot of drugs
a lot of guns
it knows no truth
it knows no bounds
XTREMITIES
fuckfuckdrieddriedsicksickbugbug
…fuck up break up…
…fuck up break up…
legs – arms
arms – legs
I walk down the track
legs – arms
arms – legs
follow me here and back
legs – arms
arms – legs
itching trembling
legs – arms
arms – legs
I wanna sleep
and I sleep in the bathroom
my spine is wet
I sweat
my pains are based on
kidneysnaping
heartnaping
livernaping
wrapping me in
(and I lack)
my
legs – arms
arms – legs
I walk down the track
legs – arms
arms – legs
run ahead
I gonna gonna gonna
home home home
coma white
coma black
coma stone
they’re they’re they’re
expecting me back
A LIE OF THE GLASS
smoking by the window-pane
could not sleep could not cry
you feel cold – it is rain
you feel pain – it is fire
it’s just a lie of the glass
just a betrayal if the clock
you should know how time passes
when the watch doesn’t work
in insomnia’s hands
you kill yourself all the time
lonely time that you spend
smells like rain smells like pine
when the cold winds of gale
drive you out from the home
you should feel it like hail
you should feel you’re alone
here I’ll come to amuse
playing goddess and witch
you should know you’re my muse
with an absolute pitch
HEAD-WASHING MACHINE
your head is washing machine
your thoughts are dirty clothes
with the lipstick bloodstains
you go on put my fragile wings
through the cogwheels
still modern plastic medicine
can work miracles
it can work everything
I am on pinnacle
I am on edge
I’ve been deranged
for so long
wanna have my own thoughts
in my own head
for my own song
for a change
how long how long how long how long
the means won’t justify the aim
how long how long how long how long
you’ll pull me through your
head – washing machine
your head – washing machine
your body is the perfect tool
ready to work all night through
from dusk till dawn
but in the morning you will be
just a scrape metal
you will be dying
‘cause I’ll take away the batteries
still modern plastic medicine
can work miracles
it can work everything
HAPPYBIRTHDAY’S DAY
you know my magic points
where to put needles and teeth
I can rely on you
you never let me down
you know my magic points
where to kiss
I can’t deny you
I lie on the ground
I burn it to the ground
red hot sun
fading in
blue cold earth
get your gun
kill me
give me birth
lay away
all your needs
and your art
your decay
always bleeds
in my heart
where are my wings?
I put them on the chair
yesterday
I betrayed
golden temples
my beauty becomes grey
my beauty fades away
it’s my happybirthday’s day
CRUCIFORM-DEFORMED
everybody searches for its own god
personal and willing to wipe their shit
everybody searches for its own god
to talk with him, to get along
everybody searches for its own god
to sober up their mind, to let them die
everybody searches for its own god
to keep silence on the phone
still it’s too hard to find your own god
to walk with him through yellow leaves
still it’s too hard, still it’s too hard
to nail him to, to let him down
everybody searches for its own god
to sober up their mind, to let them die
everybody searches for its own god
to get along, to come around
DEATH BY INDIFFERENCE (to death)
my brain flows into kitchen sink
I haven’t long to live without
you sit in bed and blow smoke rings
in clouds
you go away and leave no clue
I am your constant lightning rod
you drug me in and drag me through
the mud
I am already dead
it doesn’t make the weather
your thoughts your words are lead
so much the better
I have the empty space
inside my chest
asbestos fills
my breathless chest
I am the best
of all the rest
I am already blessed
‘cause I’m already dead
so much the better
LAMEBASEJANE
her dream is psychedelic
she dreams of children
who can take her away
from this ugly world
the crowd of smiling boys and girls
but she could only crawl
could only crawl
her dream is psychedelic
she dreams of shiny skies
pretty childish swings
and merry-go-rounds
she wanna touch the sun ray
in the willow trees
but her golden years are gone
years are gone
she is stuffing with the stuff
killing what she used to be
playing blind man’s bluff
with her faith and her face
she’s building hell
for herself
and me
LameBaseJane
CRYPTOGAM-E
now there’s a secret
in my eyes
and you can see it
through the walls
through the windows
you can feel it
I’ll never reveal it
to you
now there’s a secret
in my voice
you want to steal it
but I will always conceal it
from you
‘cause
it’s not your bizness
it’s just my dizziness
my uneasiness
my way of life
now there’s a secret
in my eyes
you want my tears to reveal it
but you’ll never feel it
like I do
so I will always conceal it
from you
LILAC ZEN
feel the fever with me now
feel the fever with me now
hear the heart with me now
hear the heart with me now
taste the tears of the clouds above
smell the lilac smell of love
lilac smells stronger
when it’s drying out
I can’t take longer
FUCKINGLITTLEONE
it’s not a flying weather
just a fucking one
rain is going down
it licks the ground
and fools around
we are birds of a feather
we have bulb instead of sun
we have love instead of guns
we have fun yeah we have fun
just a fuckinglittleone
it’s not a flying weather
na na na na na
our generation is lost
they show us ghost
that we fear most
we are birds of a feather
we have rain instead of tears
we have faith instead of fears
we have fun yeah we have fun
just a fuckinglittleone
we are lying safe and sound
heart is warm and sees no harm
I feel it gettin’ slowly numb
gettin’ dead, blind, deaf-and-dumb