Lyrics from the split 7″ EP w/ Geraniüm
warten. das gefühl für den richtigen zeitpunkt…mein altes leben…so unwirklich…so surreal…doch noch kenne ich nichts…noch kenne ich nichts anderes…noch fehlt mir der eindruck…dass dieses leben eine täuschung war…das dieses leben eine täuschung ist?…dass dieses leben eine täuschung sein könnte…riskant und sorglos! riskant und sorglos? die richtung einhalten…unbeirrbar…doch unbewusst…verrät spannung…anspannung…this life is a sham…gelebt und gebeutelt auf kosten des heutigen…für dass ich an manchen tagen kaum kraft aufbringe…and then… loosing my nerves…I am restless…where should stay the pain…I have no solution…no conclusion…no risk – no sorrow…I know nothing else…there is no option instead of corruption…a missing impression that this life has been an illusion, that this life is a sham…but I feel the tension…high rate of excertion…where should stay my pain?
have you ever had this point in life, where you look back on your own life and think: actually everything like always, but totally different – and suddenly you realize, nothing works like before: crisis! this piece of music shall be understood as a motivation to take that risk and go through this – beside all the bad things you have to pass, it may open a space for new perpectives and fullfillment. sometimes it´s really worth to profit from this struggle.
i am the time that wastes and destroys you…i have arisen to my might…i am here to swallow…to swallow up your inner strength…for your discouragement…too cold to feel…too deep to realise…too fast to react…i am that hole that grows inside you…cause there seems no need to live…but everyday…a new challenge to fail…my sickness of your narrow view…just keeps me crawling backwards…i‘m not looking out for salvation…i do not believe in that shit…i do not believe in fate…gonna drift me in misery…where is this place with no light…no answer to grasp for…the future has passed…i spit in your face…don‘t tell me how to resist…if there’s no reason to exist…my senses tell me to hold on to this…serenity is already captured…and when you awake you‘ll realise…the bitter taste of compromise…i‘m your shelter with a thorn in my chest…knowing how to resist…there’s a reason to exist…no need to hold on to this…serenity is never captured…stay awake and realise…this foolish low down compromise…there’s a beat in my chest…again and again and again and again…do look out for salvation?…do you believe in that shit?…do you believe in fate?…do not drift me in misery…i shit on this place with no light…there’s always an answer to grasp for…the future is you…i spit in your face.
it may seem that i‘m bruised – but i‘m not dead. so stop commenting on my life – don‘t you think that i‘m the only one who knows what’s good for me? don‘t threat me with your idealistic and misunderstood theories. i don‘t need you to teach me how life, feminism and my personal & political struggle works – i do know it – also without you and your detached explanations!
Lyrics from the Hexis EP
things get broken and keeping me smile
when everything seems to be lost
nothing is left to beware of
drop off this life – off the wall
drop off the purpose of life – of love – of breath
reality depends on what you‘re willing to fill it with
a silent dance with a smile on your face
when it all tears down and no chance to react
no one belongs here more than us
the analysis of the personal review of life
is not just an attempt to describe
but more a tool with which to change it
and the outer circumstances
a silent dance on the debris of life
every breath – a waste of time
because the shadow of the past
will hold the future hostage
i have the right – to have my own feelings
i have the right – to refuse a date without feeling guilty
i have the right – to make decisions based on my own feelings
to wear clothes and make-up i like
without being treated respectless or accused of
i have the right – to have my limits respected
to have my wants and needs respected
to say ‚yes‘ or ‚no‘ without explaining myself
i have the right – to refuse intimacy anytime
to have equal relationships
to be quiet or assertive and not be misunderstood
i have the right – to change my mind and goals whenever i want to
to ask for what i want
to be happy
without justifying myself
in the face of a looming war
i refuse standing still in the eyes of storms
i refuse to get misleaded and trapped
in a role of fear-and-decent based education
i feel myself – behind wire fences
it’s my right of self determination
of physical and mental integrity
it’s not me to blame for it
it’s you (to take responsibility)
all the walls i strike my head against
are based on the expression
of my anger regarding gender opression and rape
it can seem so attractive just to give up and say ‚fuck it‘
when we are confronted day after day with the grim reality of the world
just to give up – day after day
many around us are concluding that we are doomed
in the grim reality of the world
reality – sucks my brain
reality – fucks my brain
shut the fuck up
shut that fuck up
some like it white – some like it black
i just want coffee and a vegan cheesecake-snack
sugar is optional
1 – 2 – 3 – 4
drink coffee and destroy
coffee rules my life
Lyrics from the Bitter Songs LP
ranzoomen, rauszoomen – protokollieren, attestieren
ranzoomen, rauszoomen – markieren, stigmatisieren
ranzoomen, rauszoomen – biometrieren, aussortieren
freiheit wird garantiert
und vor jeder aktion, kommt zuerst die reaktion
nothing to hide
nothing to fear
den weg längst geebnet
längst die fesseln selbst verpasst
den chip implantiert
sicherheit wird garantiert
all orwell nation to death
daily surveillance is on the rise! most people call for more and more surveillance to feel secure. the concept is to evoke feelings of hatred and fear against an abstract enemy that menace (western) society in order to decontrol so called „civil rights“. But the really disappointing and scary aspect of all this is, that people really believe in security through surveillance. they give a shit about getting controlled by cameras, fingerprints, electronic passports, phone and internet tapping, gps monitoring […] and cry for more, more and more. western society is a grateful victim, living in the illusion of democracy and freedom and it seems that they just can`t get enough until it`s too late and the nightmare of an orwell nation is unstoppable! nothing to hide – nothing to fear!
no matter how hard
what a fuckin´ joke
how can we be free
underneath their yoke
suicide is illegal and you know that´s wrong
how can it be illegal
i see it´s a con
can´t escape their trap
no matter how hard you try
they´re the ones with the map
to your destiny
they control emotion and you know it too
no matter what you try
they rule over you
racism, sexism – that´s the name
the name of their game
they know what they´re doing
control on their minds
is the key to suffering
you move towards
your opposite but it becomes
becomes a bad scene
no matter what you try
it´s not your way they´ll lean
not your way
The text was written by Adam Hall from Durham while he was imprisoned. Several other bands also used the lyrics and published it to concrete their statements about „no-prison!-movement“. In solidarity with all the imprisoned and victims of violence by the state and the institution of judiciary. Against isolation and for the perspective of a society without any prisons, without any repression, without any privileges and against all authority!
my body? – it´s mine!
dear body – i´m sorry!
sexuality – wounded by domestic violence
i am plagued by the shame of having been treated
like worthless and crap
was it all my fault? – did I deserve it?
felt like I had shattered into a million pieces!
in the end, all what stays
is the bitter feeling of unconsciousness,
silence and passivity
instead of fury and hate
scream when it hurts
‘cause I won´t suffer in silence
‘cause I refuse to die
by enunciating it – it´s getting real!
but there´s no life in silence
and I refuse to die
it´s in every face I look,
everything I wear,
everything I do
the pain will always be with me!
rage and despair
scream it all out
let pressure off
scream it all out and walk away
with something positive
let the signifying pain cause rage and despair
to let the pressure off
to scream it all out
and leave with some awareness!
no more denying!
Sexual violence has many froms of appearances. It often starts with daily sexual overtures and verbal harassment, with sexistic language and misogynic jokes. Unfortunately it´s often not defined as violence, because it happens so often, that it seems to be normal. Violence starts (in this point), where people of different gender-identities feel restricted in their personal freedom, when they have to avoid certain places, paths or situations for not being insulted, harassed or threatened. The person affected by sexual violence could be everybody – regardless of age, look or social status. Statistically more people who define themselves as female are affected. Lesbian women, migrants and women with disabilities are not only discriminated by being a woman, but also because of nationality, sexual orientation and handicaps. In the majority of cases of sexual violence against people who define themselves as men, the aggressor is also male. Perpetrators are rarely people you don´t know. In most cases they are part of your social frames of reference: friends, partners, husbands, fathers, brothers, colleagues, peers… Violation happens there, where people should feel free and safe, for example at home! This simply indicates, that the reason for sexual assault is not (just) sexuality but more often it’s power and the abuse of power. The self-determination of one´s body gets anulled by another person. Against all basic principles, based on consent („Zustimmungsprinzip“) and the power of self definition („Definitionsmacht“), sexual desire and sexuality get functionalized to humiliate, to abase and to oppress people. Often the affected people feel abased as an object, considering their own body as valueless, disposable and are in most parts heavily traumatized. But the barrier to open themselves and their experiences to an intimate and reliable person is still very high. Not rarely the reaction of others is silent concernment, embarrassing compassion or even in incapable defence – often an emancipatory exposure to the effects of sexual assault is missing. All what stays is the daily struggle with this experience. This is a big „fuck you“ to a patriarchal society that tells us to shut up, when it comes to rape!
forever. the end!
this ist he living
this ist he death
this is the living
this is the death
was zählt ist gewinnen
was stört ist das leben
das was zählt, ist das nix zählt
wer gewinnt und wer verliert?
we are the living
we are the dead
wo ist das leben?
wir sind schon tot
we are forever
this ist he end
we`re living in a doomed wasteland where power, work and egoism is the highest goal to reach in life. if you`re not a willing part of it , if you won`t follow all the (unwritten) laws, duties and rules of capitalism you`ll get kicked out of life. but this is a much better feeling than living your life in a coffin, rotting and getting buried alive in graveyard nation! fuck off and die – sterbt alle!
nights of fear
no europe at the expense of the excluded
no security force even more powerful
no europol giving shit on data privacy
fortress europe – surviving or dying
policy of foreclosure with fatal result
freedom, a word without meaning
hope = a deficit of information
forced to return – to sink – to die
days of war, nights of fear
From the Schengen Agreement to the Dublin Regulation,from the European Pact of on Immigraton and Asylum to the so called „Directive of Shame“, from Frontex to the IOM, from the detention centres to the practices of expulsion and deterrence, from the boarders to the capitals, Europe is clearly dealing with the pheomenon of immigration with meassures of repression and border control. In 2008 more than 17000 refugees reached the island of Lampedusa by sea. The italian „refugee embassy“ registered more than 649 dead people just in this year. How many ships dropped unnoticeable is not known! The european union is seperating itself. It´s external borders are closed with help of Frontex´s 112 ships, 25 helicopters and 21 planes. Criminalization, manhunting and death of (officially) 12000 people since 1988 is tacitly accepted.
drama in 3 akten
die vergangenheit ist teil meiner zukunft
die gegenwart lässt sich nicht kontrollieren
der mensch ist nur ein produkt des kreislaufs seiner zeit
das zentralorgan – das herz
was dich am leben hält
von dem alle macht ausgeht
von dem alles sein ausgeht
der höhepunkt des seins
weicht der wut über den zwang
einstrom – ausstrom
kreislauf – lauf der zeit
zeit des lebens
lauf der zeit
die zeit läuft ab
das leben verstummt
der kreislauf bleibt stehen
das leben verstummt
der zulauf abgeschnitten
kein einstrom – kein ausstrom
der muskel gibt auf
das system versagt
das ausmaß der zerstörung: herztot
Basically, this text is about the metaphoric moment of the human heart. On the one hand, it describes the anatomical way of functioning to assure the main vital function as the central regulation of life. On the other hand it shows how fast life can end, depending on many general circumstances, in which you’re helpless.
me, on wire
freedom – my hope, my fear, my dream
all around and still irrecoverably lost?
in confrontation with entrenched ruthless power
in times of mental wasteland + exclusion
wreckage of life
engaged in struggle to achieve freedom
in search of life, of myself
no heteronomy by society
or social frames of reference
revolution of life, of myself
freedom is a well often used topic to sing and write about in the left scene. It seems like the highest goal to reach. But quite often I experience that it´s not just society who forces me to do certain things, to wear special clothes and to behave properly. it´s as wll my direct environment, for sure my family, but also my social frames of reference. Also my friends do expect me to be like someone they picture me, like what they want me to be. I should always stay the same, be in the same mood, with the same statements and attitudes,be the same funny, the same friendly – but where is my private freedom when i cannot even feel free by the people i love?
Lyrics from the split LP w/ ALPINIST
Nichts bereuen – niemals bedauern
kein Gedanke an gestern
alles auf rot – alles verloren
Das ist mehr als nur ein Film im Kopf
hier wird sich nichts verändern
Jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr krepieren
und what the hell is hier schon richtig
wenn hier gar nichts richtig ist
wenn einfach nichts mehr stimmt
don‘t care about reality
we will loose and nothing will change
Do you know this feeling of regret and disbelief if you did right in
pivotal moments? Are there any right decisions and what the fuck is right
in this doomed society? there..s no accurate life in a false one!
gruner + jahr
Schwarz-rot-gold als Kuschelersatz
poisons our atmosphere
aus deiner Flagge viele werden
aus deiner Stimme ein ganzer Chor
Patriotismus wird salonfähig
Mia & Konsorten machen es vor
erzwungene Deutschquote im Radio
staatlich erzwungene Leitkultur
Papst, WM und Kriegseinsatz
Deutschlands Ego schiesst empor
deine EU-Vormachtsstellung errinert an alte Herrschaftsstrukturen
Hast Desinteresse an Geschichte
Rufst „Wir sind Deutschland“
Medien propagieren, relativieren
- verhöhnen Deuschlands Opfer
Kein Vergeben – Kein Vergessen
In year 2OO6 a massive media campaign called „Du bist Deutschland“ (You are Germany) was launched to promote nationalist ideas and a new national identidy. The Initiators were mainstream media companies – one of them the company Gruner & Jahr- , which created uncountable TV-Spots and Newspaper ads. They reverted to propaganda-instruments of national-socialist germany, by creating a sense of nationality by blood relationship.
But this was just the climax of a huge raise of nationalism in germany in the last years, that might have started in the discussions about the engagement of german’s military in the Kosovo and Afghanistan and the new „role“ that germany’s elite wants to play in world-politics. Unfortunatly you can see the effects: a pope that is celebrated, just because he’s german, discussions about a quota of foreign music in the media, thousands of flag hanging in the streets (not only during the football-world cup in 2OO6)….and in an increase of nazi violence.
Fuck Germany – Fuck Nationalism!!!
Never Forgive – Never Forget!!!
Ein Blick auf den Asphalt
schmeckst du den trockenen Staub
spürst du das Knirschen deiner Zähne
kein Riss im Sard aus Stahl
im dem die Luft zu heiss zum Atmen ist
Verrottende Gedanken – Zerfallene Gefühle
nichts sehen – nichts schmecken – nichts fühlen – nichts denken
Die Luft zu heiss zum Atmen
Erdrückende Dunkelheit gesört durch Neonlicht
Geruch nach toter Luft
Hier + jetzt erfroren in Hitze, Asphalt, Stahl und Beton
Dull tenement blocks as embodiment of the anonymity and lack of prospects in cities. Excluded to/in suburb-ghettos, where one ought to stay to be available as cheap labour forces, whereas living space in inner-city regions become not affordable anymore
(But you aren‘t welcome there anyway)
Area-rehabilitation and a policy of urban devlopment result in soulless, misantropic ghettos due to segregation through
Von der Kontrollgesellschaft zum Überwachungsstaat
glaubt ihr wirklich an die Justiz?
Wo Kapitalismus legitimiert wird
wird der Kampf um Gerechtigkeit strafbar
Wo Meinungsfreiheit gekesselt wird
wird „freedom of speech only for those who do not speak“
Wo linke Lebenserhaltung kriminalisiert wird
wird Autonomie eliminiert
Repression des Alltags
Willkommen im Leben
Gleichschaltung in Uniform
Willkommen im Leben
Wenn Mensch nur noch durch den Wert seiner Arbeit zählt
dann zählt nicht uns sondern eure Tage
Wir werden noch tanzen bis an euch keiner mehr denkt
euch das Geld, uns das Leben
Leben – ohne Existenz
– ohne Identität
– ohne Selbst
nur noch funktionieren
„ums ganze“ basically developed in summer 2007 during the preparation and realization of the protest against the G8-summit in heiligendamm, germany. Just before the summit started, activists faced huge police repressions while massive house-searchings where going on in hamburg and elsewhere, to avoid that people take part in the resistance of this action/meeting.
Furthermore, during the summit, german military and police tried to stiffle the protests and to prevent that activists form mass resistance out of a democratic basic right.
The text mainly takes up the opinion, that living in a world where capitalism is legitimized the fight for justice gets punishable and an independent and alternative lifestyle gets criminalized.
There is no freedom of speech any longer and democratic society turns into a controlmania and an observation state.
There is still a existance, but no life, no identity, no self…just functioning…
Trotz der Freunde um mich herum
fühle ich mich doch allein
unter meiner Bettdecke
verkrieche ich mich
vor der Kälte dieser Welt
die mich erfrieren lässt
selbst die Sonnenstrahlen
können das Grau des Alltags
Anforderungen und Erwartungen
drohen mich zu zerquetschen
Ich halt..s nicht aus
ich will hier raus
doch trau mich nicht
drum jammer ich!
Reg dich doch auf
und lach mich aus
ich find..s nicht schlimm
viel Weltschmerz drin!
This song is meant pathetically and ironically (even self-ironically), cause nearly every crustband has just negative lyrics in their songs. Bad mood seems to be an etiquette for the scene.
Our intention is not to make fun of people with depressions. Showing emotions is cool, but just if it..s authentic!
Schatten – Abgrund – Dunkelheit
Erkennst du das Leben hinter dem flüchtigen Schatten?
Flüchtige Schatten – Erinnerung?
„Du“ liegst hinter dir, vor dir: der Abgrund
Leere – tonloser Schrei
rennen, rasen, taumeln, tanzen
durch Tunnel, Gänge, Blitz und Donner
du läufst – du rennst
im Labyrinth des Dunkels
im Chaos der Gedanken
wer du mal warst
wer du grad bist
was du sein wirst
„jijl“ describes the process that people turn into robots, just following a predetermined path…in a time, where life and work gets more and more precarious and peolpe are forced daily to look just after themselves, solidarity becomes just an empty phrase. Life turns into a competition. You..re loosing your individuality after ages of brainwash by state-action and repression by law.
but in some moments you look inside you and you notice moments and situations whAere there is something different and you..re not sure if this is life behind this brief shade – is this just a memory?
„you“ are already behind yourself, in front of you: the cliff…you are in the middle of a labyrinth of darkness and chaotic thoughts.
No feaeling of who you have been…what you are right now
…what you will be…
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