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Awaken Necropolis

by Baby Killer Estelle

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1.
Strength through unity, unity through faith One nation under God, one mission, one fate As we sit in front of our TVs, with our flags unfurled We see the birth pangs of a new Middle East, the birth pangs of a new world Beneath the dollar and the gun All the world shall sing as one And our people brave and free Will march to victory Beneath the dollar and the gun Our hearts shall beat as one A brand new century of American prosperity God bless America, God bless the president God bless the armed forces, God bless the secretary of defense God bless the free market, God bless the CEOs And with your righteous fists strike doen all those that we oppose Beneath the dollar and the gun All the world shall sing as one And our people brave and free Will march to victory Beneath the dollar and the gun Our hearts shall beat as one A brand new century of American democracy And you know it’s getting better and better, you know it’s getting better and better, in every day and in every way, better and better all the time We’ll kill the terrorists and traitors, the unbelievers and the fags It’s planet Earth year zero, all hail the Bible and the Flag Higher Standards of Boredom It’s the American way Higher standards of Boredom Beneath the dollar and the gun All the world shall sing as one And our people brave and free Will march to victory Beneath the dollar and the gun Yes, Fascism can be fun! A brand new century of American hegemony
2.
Salivate, Salivate, Come on, Pavlov’s dogs and fucking salivate Red for the blood on our hands White for our pale corpse skin Blue for the years falling down the drain Red for the poison in our veins White for our skulls beneath the whip Blue for the floods that destroy cities whole We’ve traded love for convenience We’ve traded liberty for the illusion of protection We’ve traded history for blissful ignorance We’ve traded the present for a future that will never happen Be patient, happiness is just a click away Be patient, happiness is a paycheck away Be patient, happiness is an election away Be patient…….. Red for the screaming sirens White for the paint on the cars Blue for the memories of what the sky once looked like We’ve traded philosophy for anaesthetic We’ve traded youth for an insurance policy Our brains splattered on the pavement An installment plan on misery Be patient, happiness is just a click away Be patient, happiness is a paycheck away Be patient, happiness is a fürher away Be patient…… Soil turns to mud, mud turns to ice, ice cracks beneath our feet We drown, we drown, we drown…
3.
And you’ve seen me on the street Eyes open, I never sleep And you want to meet me, but so many wish the same “Cause you’re madly in love with me I’m you’re every fantasy But I’ve never even heard your name When you scream, no one hears Your voice falls on deaf ears And everything I do is on the TV screen Headlines in the magazines I’m everywhere, everywhere and you’re nowhere at all A romantic evening by candlelight A lovers’ quarrel, a barroom fight It’ll be broadcast to you, live via satellite Famines, civil wars, the green scare But the media doesn’t seem to care The news at 11, will be my latest love affair When you scream no one hears Your voice falls on deaf ears And all those billboards take up so much space Look in the mirror and see my face I’m everywhere, everywhere, and you’re nowhere at all Nowhere at all
4.
The World is Flat Globalization 3.O, the end of history We will teach you how to live We will teach you how to see Oh, brave new world, of hot-dogs and apple pies Utopia is near, and some of you might not even have to die Oh, the world is flat What livens up a game of gold Like children starving in the streets Wires and cables connect us While we’re too scared to even speak With cluster bombs, we’ll spread the gospel of a service based economy A long and happy life, as shown on TV Oh , the world is flat It’s all in your head But you can’t please everyone There will always be people who resist So we’ll tell the starving masses that in fact they don’t exist The new world order’s coming soon, the new world order will be great We’ve found the only way to live So take your Prozac and cooperate Oh, the world is flat And it’s all in your head We won’t let them spoil our party Those dreary faces We won’t let them spoil our part The gruesome pictures
5.
by Bulat Okudzhava translated by Alec Vagapov http://vagalecs.narod.ru/Okudzh.htm To P. Luspekayev Look here, your Majesty, Mrs. Separation, I am feeling cold with you, that’s the revelation. Letter from the darling, wait, don’t tear it off... Out of luck in dying, I’ll have luck in love.     Look here, you Majesty, Mrs. Alienation, ardent was your hugging but with no affection. In silky nets you’re trying to catch me, now lay off... Out of luck in dying, I’ll have luck in love.     Look here, your Majesty, dear Mrs. Fortune, you are good to some of us, to others you’re a torture. Nine-gram piece of iron for the heart’s enough... Out of luck in dying, I’ll have luck in love.     Look here, your Majesty, dear Mrs. Conquest, I haven’t finished singing as you should have noticed. Wretched things, stop lying, don’t swear an oath on blood... Out of luck in dying, I’ll have luck in love.
6.
Banality #4 06:55
This culture is killing us I am too tired to listen to your complaints It’s been a long day at the Office, Paperwork and meetings And I’d rather watch TV I am too tired, to answer your questions And I love you, means I don’t care Means shut up, and make me dinner Cause I’d rather watch TV Cause it tells me Everything will be alright Everything will be OK if we just worker harder And it tells me Everything will be alright Everything will be OK, if we just watch longer Everything will be alright The situation’s in good hands All we have to do is buy another product And everything will be alright Global warming is a lie, and our army’s greeted with open arms and flowers But I’m too tired
7.
Banality #5 06:43
Banality 5 Let’s dance the night away The same thing we do everyday The same thing everyone else does, it’s the latest attraction Like those people on TV Look how happy we can be Dancing the night away in the latest fashions As the loudspeakers play our favorite songs To cover up the sound of foreign cities getting carpet bombed But somebody must pay the price for this high-tech paradise As we dance the night away And the man in the spotlight Takes a step to the left or to the right But it doesn’t matter He’ll make sure things stay the same And those charming thing he’ll say The same things he said yesterday The same tomorrow and today The same lies that brought him fame As the loudspeakers play our favorite songs To cover up the sound of foreign cities getting carpet bombed But somebody must pay the price for this high-tech paradise As we dance the night away How does it feel Repeating the same old steps Now that the novelty’s worn old Bourgeois fantasy Suburban misery It’s either being bought or being sold As the loudspeakers play our favorite songs We wrap ourselves in picket fences and burglar alarms Cause somebody must pay the price for this postmodern paradise As we dance the night away Repeating the same words, repeating the same old steps A vicious circle going round and round How many years have passed, the dancefloor’s filled with poison gas And no exit can be found Silent majorities, Silenced minorities We go through the motions without a sound And how does it taste? An infinity of time to waste As we dance 6 feet underground Simlucra simulcra…
8.
I hope you like those flowers I gave you I was told they’d be well received And all those things that I said I’m hoping they’ll be believed ‘cause everything that we don’t have is everything we want and everything that we should be is everything we’re not When I look into your eyes A part of me dies I’m not real to you and you’re not real to me There’s so much static on TV We’re just copies and copies of celebrities I stole my love songs from MTV I know what you’ll say, you know what I’ll say We’ve seen the same movies We could get so close, oh we could get so close But we’d never really meet
9.
Scars 04:04
Machine arms wrap around you, generating a sense of warmth And by the conveyer belt they’ve painted pictures of childhood It’s so easy, it’s so simple Close your eyes or they’ll be closed for you Inch by inch, one by one One by one Machine voices sing you to sleep, machine tears on your neck As they’re broadcasting a 3-d image of your birth And it’s so easy, it’s so simple A prayer, a pill, a porno flick As we get picked off, one by one One by one Eternity is what we’re after Eternity is what we’re against Machine hands place a flag on the window sill With enough flags you can cover the sky And it’s so easy, it’s so simple We built this world and we can rip it up, inch by inch, one by one One by one Eternity is what we’re after Eternity is what we’re against
10.
Oh darling, darling darling, I’ll kiss your cold blue hands I want to be your someone I want to be your man Oh darling, darling, darling, It’s not hard to understand Our bodies crushed beneath the weight of the fat old fatherland The revolution’s already come and gone We’re surrounded by police cars So let’s run off into the night And take back what should have been ours Sadistic fate has severed our heads There’s a prom in the graveyard tonight Oh baby, we’re born dead Oh darling, darling, darling the maggots eat my hands But how they long to carress you I’m a tired and broken man Oh darling, darling, darling, and I’ll never understand Why time is out to get us Ripping our hair out strand by strand It’s a national emergency We’re surrounded by police cars So let’s run off into the night And take back what should have been ours And if things worked out a little differently, these shrunken skulls could have been human heads There’s a prom in the graveyard tonight Oh baby, we’re born dead Oh baby, we’re born dead
11.
Kronstadt 08:02
The blade falls to the wood, and the red rivers run The blade falls to the wood, did you think something else could happen We’ve been surrounded, a thousand guns, a thousand prying eyes We’ve been surrounded, the prying eyes that stab us in the heart We’ve been surrounded; hope like sailors dashed against the rocks We’ve been surrounded; the path of roses leads us to the grave And in this fortress we will die The state lives in us And in this water we will drown The state lives in us The blade falls to the wood, and my severed head calls out for my body The blade falls to the wood, and there’s no such thing as remorse We’ve been surrounded; we wrap our faces up with the black flag We’ve been surrounded, and with that banner we dry our weeping eyes We’ve been surrounded; hope like sailors dashed against the rocks We’ve been surrounded; the path of roses leads us to the grave We’ve been surrounded, a thousand guns, a thousand crimson flags We’ve been surrounded; the snow is colored with the blood of wolves We’ve been surrounded; hope like poison blackening our lungs We’ve been surrounded; we inhale the perfume of the grave And in this fortress we will die The state lives in us And in this water we will drown The state lives in us I refuse this Armageddon…
12.
So, you think that you’re free? You think that you’re happy You think that you’re special? You think that you’re lucky? We know where you live, we know your age We know where you go to school We know what you buy, we know where you buy it We know what you think is cool When you’re happy, when you’re sad Remember your emotions are in our control Go ahead try to escape We’ve got you pegged down in a hole Don’t worry, close your eyes, Don’t worry The demographics never lie Because every idea that you’ve had, is just a passing fad It’s been thought before And every decision that you make, every action you take Don’t worry it’s been planned for And sold, to the highest bidder We know what you think, we know what you’ll say, and we have plotted the direction, that your life will take We know how you’ll vote in the next election You’re not a person, you’re a statistic You’re identity is in our control Right now our marketing department’s manufacturing your soul Don’t worry, close your eyes, Don’t worry The demographics never lie Because every idea that you’ve had, is just a passing fad It’s been thought before And every decision that you make, every action you take Don’t worry it’s been planned for And sold, to the highest bidder The party’s over, all hope is gone, but the clichés remain true Designer stores replaced the barricades, and the pavement covers the beach
13.
Nausea 03:06
Vomit stains the grass I feel like we’ve both been here before before And it’s not me, moving these lips at all It was fun, but this love is gone It was fun but this love is dead It’s been fun but this story’s over An angel’s got a remote control We know how this drama’s going to end And these aren’t my hands, this isn’t my voice No we’re not beautiful people It was fun, but this love is gone It was fun, but this love is dead It’s been fun, but our story is over Concrete monsters, our liberty’s a shriveled ghost And these aren’t my words This isn’t my song You can’t stop, what’s already happened It was fun, but this love is gone It was fun, but this love is dead It’s been fun, but our time is up
14.
Bored at work, bored at school All the shit you endure, just for money We’re not dying, we’re dead already Sitting at home with your family Living vicariously through your TV We’re not dying we’re dead already Why aren’t we dancing in the streets, and for what is this misery/ Nothing! Sitting in the car, sitting in the bus All the time spent getting from point A to point B We’re not dying, we’re dead already A million commercials for a million commodities Obediently you desire everything that you see We’re not dying, we’re dead already Why aren’t we dancing in the streets, and for what is this misery? NOTHING! When we dance we wake the dead No Gods, No Masters. No Cops No Bosses Our houses are coffins, our buildings are tombs The whole world’s become a cemetery We’re not dying we’re dead already Enough of this darkness, it’s time for some light As our Molotov cocktails, will brighten the night We’re sick of death, let’s come to life And we’ll dance in the streets, yeah we’ll take back the streets And say goodbye to misery…. ARISE! Awaken Necropolis
15.
Ashes 01:45
Citizens, we’re living on borrowed time Empires just don’t last forever ‘cause pictures of dead presidents are just pictures of dead presidents and nothing more Ashes, ashes, we all fall down Irony’s become a cliché Honesty’s a pathetic joke As silently the skies dissolve our faces, silently the skies dissolve our hearts Oh it’s been fun And for better or for worse this is the end of The world those sick fucks sold to us Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

about

Ideas improve. The meaning of words plays a role in that improvement. Plagiarism is necessary. Progress depends on it. It sticks close to an author’s phrasing, exploits his expressions, deletes a false idea, replaces it with the right one.

The very style of dialectical theory is a scandal and abomination to the prevailing standards of language and to the sensibilities molded by those standards, because while it makes concrete use of existing concepts it simultaneously recognizes their fluidity and their inevitable destruction.

The real values of culture can be maintained only by negating culture. But this negation can no longer be a cultural negation. It may in a sense take place within culture, but it points beyond it.

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released August 23, 2010

Leo Svirsky: Piano, Organ, Voice
Sam Shahin: drums, percussion
Backing vocals: Stefka Razin, Hugh Mcelroy, Sam Shahin
Recorded Spring of 2008 with Hugh Mcelroy at Inner Ear and Swim Two Birds
Mixed by Hugh Mcelroy and Baby Killer Estelle
All songs by Leo Svirsky, except Your Majesty... by Bulat Okudzhava
All arrangements by Baby Killer Estelle
Graveyard Shift is by Elwin Michael Cotman, with illustrations from Carolyn Colton
Cover art by Carolyn Colton
additional text by Guy Debord (mainly from Society and the Spectacle) translated by Ken Knabb
www.bopsecrets.org/index.shtml

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