Thalidomide

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released October 1, 2010

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Track Name: Brainwash
Oh, well...
Ok...
It's like...
Well, see...
The thing is that...
Well and then...
Oh, never mind...
Just forget it,
you wouldn't understand it anyway.
Track Name: Paradoxe Sur Le Comédien
Pěstuj, chovej, měň, nakrm a sdílej - nikoliv konzumuj.
Řeš, vybírej, vol a jasně definuj: Tohle chci a tohle nechci.

Ne!

Je v tom jakýsi rozpor, hledět na úrodnou zem
kde hlad děti sužuje, politik je jim kuchařem
jejich sténání, to má být zpěv?

Já nevidím, jak jednou spolu jdem
společnou cestou, společným snem.
Já nevěřím, že někdy spolu vyjdem
nevěřím, nevěřím, ani to nechci.

Je v tom jakýsi rozpor, daleké pouště a chrámy konzumu,
kde hlad lidi sužuje, korporace jsou jim kuchařem
jejich sténání, to musí být zpěv!

Tak blafuj!

Když vzdychá a bledne, říkej mu, že kypí zdravím,
zpracuj člověka, ať po tom touží.
Kaž odříkání.
Řekni mu, že je přesycen, ač víš, že vládne jenom chlebem,
lichoť jeho ženě, lituj dětí,
dokud je nezkrotíme!

Já nevidím, jak jednou spolu jdem
společnou cestou, společným snem.
Já nevěřím, že někdy spolu vyjdem
nevěřím, nevěřím, ani to nechci!

Je to lstivá vlídnost, kterou chudé přinuť
žít a vyžít jen ze zbytků chleba.
A usměj se, když se mračí,
a mrač se, když se usmívají,
a vysměj se, když se bouří,
a nediv se, když rabují a zabíjejí!

Bledému z dřiny, hladu, klidně řekni, že je zdravý a šťastný
a když mu děti stůňou nech je chcípnout.
Rodí se jich příliš mnoho.

Co je posílí a tebe zabije?
Hlad a vztek!
Co je posílí a tebe zabije?
Lhostejnost.
Track Name: Natoč to!
Vlez jim až do postele...
Natoč to!
Vylez jim z hajzlu...
Natoč to!
Jde přece jen o tvoje peníze a sledovanost...
Natoč to!

Vlez jim až do postele...
Natoč to!
Vylez jim z hajzlu...
Natoč to!
Z vrtulníku lokalitu vytipuj pak přistaň někde na suchu a v klidu...
Natoč to!
Track Name: Stupidity Overgrowth
There’s something wrong and people just go along.
It seems that world have gone insane.
Everyone hunts after tangible wealth.
And I? I rather abstain.

Stupidity has overgrown,
it became a major trait
followed by omnipresent indifference,
violence, also aggression and blind faith.

I don`t know neither who to trust,
nor what to believe anymore.
Don`t you see what`s happening
and don`t you see what for?

Because I do!

I`m puzzled by the world
rotten to its core.
I`m trying to keep clear of this
and fight,
fight my own war.

I`m against idiocy
in these days becoming norm,
becoming lore!

Almighty Lore!

Stupidity has overgrown,
It became a major threat.
Let`s give those jerks power to rule our world.
Let`s become brainwashed living dead.
Is it what you want?
Track Name: Nobody Knows You 'Cause Nobody Wants To!
All my friends have gone away,
gone away for a long stay.
Yesterday I felt no shame,
now my state is plainly tame.

One mistake and all is gone,
One wrong step and you're one.
Friendship is fake,
when you have friends just for having-friends sake.

So I fucked up!
Again I fucked up!
I'm only human,
I did the best I could do.

And then I fucked up,
What do you want?!
I said sorry!
Would it help if I say it again?

Alone like rock on sullen shore,
as billion people, I ask for more.
I want my own place in the sun,
lost in crowd I feel as one.

All my friends have gone away,
gone away for a long stay.
Yesterday I felt no shame,
now my state is plainly tame.

It's so easy,
tell me the reason,
I did the best I could do.

It's so easy.
What do you want?!
I said sorry!
Would it help if I say it again?
Track Name: The Plight Of Average American
Do you fucking get it?

Welcome to witness a new age,
the dawn of new American century,
rule of elite minority.
One state, one god, one destiny!

I wouldn’t be glad to be you.
I wouldn’t be pleased to be you.
I wouldn’t be glad, if I were you – American!

Now tell me, where do we go from here?
What are we going to do?
Stand aback and let the time pass by
or prevent foreign mistakes from being repeated here?

“The main aim of The Project for the New American Century is American global leader ship, which is good both for America and for the world.

I pity you, poor American

Now no neighborhood is safe
from big brother’s restless eyes.
They monitor our mails, our calls,
they know our thoughts, our desires.

I wouldn’t be glad to be you.
I wouldn’t be pleased to be you.
I wouldn’t be glad, if I were you – American!

Now tell me, where do we go from here?
What are we going to do?
Stand aback and let the time pass by
or prevent foreign mistakes from being repeated here?

“Fed lies since the day you were born. The propaganda is your daily bread. There’s no hope of resistance when since you’re born, you’re practically brain dead.”

I pity you, poor American

You’re going through
Assimilation of the whole nation
Annihilation of human dignity...

I wouldn’t be pleased to be you,
if I were a fucking average American.
I wouldn’t be pleased to be you,
if I were you, man!

“Not that it is better round here”
Track Name: The Unbearable Lightness of Telling the Truth
Don't ever want to be like me!

I'm a snowball rolling down the hill,
a tornado raging in the field,
swallowing all and throwing it up again and again,
until I find your weakness and shoot to kill.

Nothing but mess is all I yield...

I'm a kamikaze bomber,
I'm an endless bummer,
I'm a lie,
I’m more than you see.

I'm a thalidomide treatment,
a day of atonement,
I'm a lie,
I’m more than you see.

I'm a honest politician,
a conformist punk,
a blind driver,
a straight edge drunk,
a harmless weapon,
a faithful whore,
I'm a lie and much more...

Why everyone is just like me?
Why everyone wants to be me?

Don’t ever want to be like me!

I'm a song with no words
a blank verse that tells nothing,
no meaning to convey,
just hints that lead you astray.

I'm a fable with no moral, I’m sick and tired of all,
a tragedy with good end. and it was so even before.

I'm an endless day and
never-ending night,
an everlasting love,
and unending plight.

I'm a thrilling boredom,
an absolute truth,
an unquestionable right,
and the eternal youth.
I'm a lie.

I'm an ideal life
and fulfilled American dream.
I'm Hollywood happiness,
I just ain't what it seems.

Because I'm an unbearable lightness of telling the truth
I'm a lie!
I'm you!

I'm a fucking song with no words,
a blank verse that tells nothing.
Sorry, no meaning to convey.
Track Name: So Strong
My mind is just a mass of ideas,
plans for future, feelings and fears.
Sometimes I need help to get across my views,
bang my head against a wall.

To bring it through to you,
please help me to, help me to...
Help me to get my message across to you.
So strong! So strong!
To bring it through to you,
please make me a favour on this one man...
Take it like a man!

Frustration is building up, still building up inside
uncontrolled emotions that it’s hard to hide.
Something within that whirls around and around,
bringing forth thoughts that seem so profound.

I keep screaming at the wall
Track Name: Advertisement is a Way of Life
I'll be anything you want me to be,
exactly what you want to see.
I'll serve. I'll break my fucking back.
and then send you a cheque.

We sell ourselves. We sell each other.
For couple'o dirty bucks, we’re white trash,
we'd sell our own brother.
We're products all out for sale.

The face in front of you
the man you think you can see
ain't my true self
nor (true) portrait of me

Acculturation made us who we are,
just products struggling for better rate.
Minding only our profits,
we're products all out for sale.

The face that you see.
The man right before your eyes
is just a masquerade,
just a bunch of lies.

Advertisement is a way of life.
You offer and others buy.
Supply and demand, that's how human society works.
You have nothing to offer?
Then poor you, you're the odd-one out.
Then you can go find your little corner and die,
you know, ‘cause nobody would care.
You're of no interest, no value, no value, no value...
You're of no value!
Track Name: Politicians are Lying (She’s gone)
Now, I'll tell you a story, 'bout a girl who would deserve
to live in a fairytale and about a boy notorious for being unable to love
All he knows is blood, reason and bizarre feelings

You never cared about protests and doubts.
As if you could, you're such a beautiful soul,
the flower of hope, a female principle,
I'm rather an evil error,
a disturbance ready to lose you for a good cause.

Now, like every morning.
You would love to talk to me, I know, I know.
As you walk into the sunset, as you watch the sunrise,
you're still the same great human being...
What about me? And my war?

All politicians are lying (she's gone)
For you I wrote this fucked up song.

So they both struggle in parallel universes
and the recurrent inquiry is
who is being exhausted more.
Track Name: Krvácej pro mě
Tak ty ses paktoval s nepřítelem státu
Tak nečum a pojď se mnou, pojď se mnou dovnitř,
nebudem tu jen tak stát, "Welcome to the Ministry of Love."

Krvácej, krvácej a vykrvácej pro mě.

Nejdřív tě zmlátíme železnou trubkou,
následně elektrody na tvejch koulích.
Tak jen si zařvi! Jen se svíjej
a potom padni, ksichtem do chcanek.

Krvácej, krvácej a vykrvácej pro vlast.

Ve jménu světového míru, ve jménu světového zisku
Amerika si vydržuje fízly,
Amerika chce ropu a k tomu potřebuje armádu loutek
a co pak znamená milion mrtvejch, když to udrží araby v šachu?
My máme výcvik danej od CIA, a za to platíme do Fort Brag.
Mírový sbory stavěj pracovní tábory a stále žijou v iluzi,
že vlastně budujou školy.

Když politik zavítá mezi lid,
sere si do huby na téma lidský práva.
Radujte se z národního žrádla,
nacpěte se holoubat, vy hovada.
získejte medaili,
smějte se, když vás chtěj vyfotit do novin
MAJETEK VÁS UDÉLÁ ŠŤASTNÝM
Někdy! Někde!
Ale možná se vám podaří jednoduše zmizet..

Krvácej, krvácej a vykrvácej...
Track Name: (We love) Short Songs (and We Hate Long Ones)
We love short songs
and we hate long ones.
We’re still here!
Track Name: Kill all the Nazis and then You Can Keep on Fucking my Mom
Fight them all!

My hymn is what I would like to sing for you
with the greatest effort.
Forgive me while I`m in helpless grief
that only fucking hoarseness remained from my voice.

This one I would like to sing for you.
This one I would like to read for you.
Forgive me that dreadful hate
permeates & corrodes my page.

Don`t call me white!

Well, kill the nazis. All of them, fight them!
And then you can keep on fucking my mother.

Freak show, it`s just a freak show.

The Earth as a star wants to flow straight ahead away
See as an ugly brownish ulcer festers in her face
Sun fades away with shame
Escapes from places full of hate,
Escapes from places full of torment and agony
But after with its intensity, aims it`s bow on everything living

Don`t call me straight!

Well, kill the nazis. All of them, fight them!
And then you can keep on fucking my mother.

Spacecase, you`re only a spacecase.

Why can`t we kill all those racists bastards?
Why can`t we shoot their ignorant asses?
Throw a fucking bomb right into the middle of their hate rally?
It is for the best when racism, nationalism and capitalism die.

In context I think about your hockey temper tantrum.
A fit of fake Czech nationality.
That wasn`t your success, but success of 20 experts in the given thing
whose property equals your whole gross domestic product.

With a resign of their title, they try the power of the crowd.
To offend the police truck, the pigs inside will understand.
Well, they`re people too, even they don`t look like it.
Police uniform or hockey shirt - the same bullshit.
Yeah, Czechs they do live in paradise!

Why can`t we kill all those racists bastards?
Why can`t we shoot their ignorant asses?
Czechs they do live in paradise!

Don`t call me Czech!

Breakdown, it’s just a breakdown.
Track Name: Český punx
Hlavu plnou omylů a falešných zpráv,
proti sobě veřejnost, krvechtivý dav.
Není pro ně lehký přežít tenhle čas
za barikádou postavenou z pivních bas.

Nemůžou se divit, že je každej na ně zlej,
když prej protestujou a nevědí co chtěj.
Někteří jsou takový a jiní makový,
všichni dohromady český lidi punkový.

Český punks, proroci a vrazi.
Český punks, maj svý velký kazy.
Český punks, bez myšlenek mozky.
Český punks, zbyli z nich jen trosky.
Český punks!

Proklamujou mír, ale provokujou děvky.
Lidi jiný rasy jsou pro ně jenom zmetky.
Ve filmech představujou role výtržníků.
Srovnávaj svý životy s osudy mučedníků.

Nikdy nečetli texty kapel ze západních zemí.
V hospodě maj kecy, ale jinak jsou němí.
Mír je pro ně něco, co není nutný ani hezký.
Takhle dopadli skoro všichni punkové.

Český punks, proroci a vrazi.
Český punks, maj svý velký kazy.
Český punks, bez myšlenek mozky.
Český punks, zbyli z nich jen trosky.
Český punks!
Track Name: Ex-kamarádovi
Objednáváš jedno pivo za druhým.
Jó, cejtíš se dobře, když se kluci usmívaj
ale pozor je tu jeden, kterej ti nesedí
a kterej bohužel nezná tvojí vlastnost, kterou ostatní znaj.

Tenhleten kluk, teď chodí s jednou moc pěknou holkou,
s holkou, kterou ty si přece dřív než on znal.
A tebe něco sžírá, ty cítíš k němu nenávist.
Zapomínáš na všechno, co pro tebe udělal.

Jsi jeden z těch, proti kterým nemáme šanci.
Chtěl bys bejt príma, ale postrádáš toleranci.
Vyrost si mezi lidma, kterejm vládne zlo a lež.
Bohužel jsi jako oni a navždy zůstaneš.

Tenhleten kluk dovede něco dělat líp než ty,
ale dobře ví, že něco dělá zas hůř.
Ale ty jako bys to neviděl, slyšíš jen jeho chlubení.
Nejradši bys mu vrazil do zad nůž.

Tenhleten kluk tě má rád a snaží se ti to nejvíc dát.
Dělí se s tebou o radost i bolest svou,
ale za nic na světě netuší a ani tušit nemůže,
že tvůj úsměv je jen nečistou hrou.

Nedokážeš pochopit jeho štěstí.
Nedokážeš přijmout jeho upřímnost.
Na oko jsi jeho bezva kámoš
a zatím s tebou cloumá strašná zlost.

Na každym ti něco trochu vadí.
V každym hledáš ňákej jeho skrytej cíl,
O někom tvrdíš, že se dělá zajímavým,
o jinym, že každýmu vnucuje svůj styl.

Jsi jeden z těch, proti kterým nemáme šanci.
Chtěl bys bejt príma, ale postrádáš toleranci.
Vyrost si mezi lidma, kterejm vládne zlo a lež.
Bohužel jsi jako oni a navždy zůstaneš.
Track Name: No!
No!