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Comecon: "Fable Frolic" – 1996

энциклопедия: Comecon

Состав группы:

  • Mark Grewe – вокал
  • Pelle Strom – гитары, бас, mini-moog (???)
  • Rasmus Ekman – гитары, бас, синтезатор
  • Jonas Fredriksson – ударные

Comecon: "Fable Frolic" – 1996

Композиции:

  1. Soft, Creamy Lather
  2. How I Won The War
  3. Bovine Inspiration
  4. Frogs
  5. Ways Of Wisdom (Serves Two)
  6. Propelling Scythes
  7. The Family Album
  8. Imploder
  9. It Wears Me Down
  10. Anaconda Charms Grass Snake
  11. Icons Of Urine
  12. Sunday Stroll
  13. Canvas Of History

Лирика

1. Soft, Creamy Lather

Vitaminimal escape from parity
stole my nightmares to distribute for charity
Discouraged option to request amends
severe reprisal from gore-tex® and friends

Advertised compassion burnout
let the creamy lather flood my day
Wash away the filth eternal
mass appeal disbarment came to stay

Money speaks (or rather shouts)
I can sure underhear what it's talking about
It's a year of ancient mendicity opulence
Almost lifelike brutal tragedies
diversive shots of distant atrocities
Propagandic downpour can't quench the thirst
tomorrow certainly I'll do my worst

Independence stops at anthems
but the trapdoor wants a say
Eloquent detergent poultry
make the wizard look my way

Democratic acquisition
spending power wants a say
Wash away the filth eternal
let the creamy lather flood my day

2. How I Won The War

This is a day when everything's sick
My tongue's stuck, my lungs burn all colors are sick
This is everyday, I'll impose it on all
To prove that I am though I'm revoltingly small
My person, my belongings, I break them at will
No classes, no families, no nations, no ties
I'm swallowed screaming by oceans of bile
Feel how it soothes when you take to the skies

How I won the war
How I won the war
How I won the war
How I won the war

I am what smells when you didn't wash
I'm the remains that smell in your sink
Your world's looking bright and I'm too weak to destroy it
I'm too faint to be seen or else you'd enjoyed it

This is my church and I, myself, built it
I'm the last, I'm the last, Oh god I'm filthy
The world will be the prey, and eventually it'll eat us:
The power of the slime of which I am the phoetus

How I won the war – You never did
How I won the war – You never did
How I won the war – You never did
How I won the war – You never did

No more livestock
no more listlessness
As long as we're quiet
our dreams are blessed
by hands that smite
and feet that clatter
against the roof of time
uncertainty will shatter

3. Bovine Inspiration

Open – rise
a choice career for all – rebirthing
Stop – drown
they drank my words till drought and chatter

No refunds today
a wretched toil awaits below
the face that smiles ok
with teeth that shine like a health freak show
From hibernation
I slither into your barren bed
we'll guard our freedom
A world of protective padlocks lies ahead

Open – rise
a choice career for all – rebirthing
Stop – drown
they drank my words till drought and chatter

Frogs croak, frogs croak for all
From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call

4. Frogs

Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all
Look at the toiling little man,
and then he's destroyed for no reason at all
The meek shall inherit the earth when it's dead
When all temples are ashes, and the soil bears no bread
Frogs croak, frogs croak for some
From abysses begrassed, the end will come

In the flickering of the light Satan comes to take a bite
Of what could have been my soul, but it's all turd of mole
And fouled by blind diggers I can see how it figures
You can't have what's not, and that goes for the lot

Frogs croak, frogs croak for no one
Grass reaching at you, the end has begun.

Send them flowers
masticate us meat contenders
Undevelop
contemplate a life as fur for
superpowers
abjuration in December
Were you tempted
by a life of contemplation

I'll raise you – erase you

Look at you now
so far from why and how

5. Ways Of Wisdom (Serves Two)

Quiet attire
oven plant shareholders prosper
Sound investments
syncretism in mag-lite by the
twilight barrier
bargain price as false as Gospel
We're all templed
by the life of contemptation

They'll raid you – invade you

What have you done
now can you tell who's the one?

Souls are crushed
With a brittle sound
Like crumbs are crushed
When a table's undone
Their blood was their wine
Their mind was their meat
Here they sat
But now they're gone
So bring a law that crime won't break
So bring a lamb that wolves can't take
So bring a light the blind can see
Goats bleat, God speed, bring up the fee.

6. Propelling Scythes

Souls fall
Over the edge
Like scraps from a table
For whom was it set
For whom was it sent
Propelling scythes
Propelling scythes
Into propelling scythes they went

SERVE IT AS A WARNING
SERVE IT AS A WARNING
SERVE IT AS A WARNING
SERVE IT AS A WARNING

GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING
GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING
GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING
GOATS BLEAT FOR THE MOURNING
SERVE IT AS A WARNING...etc.

Ashes – my trusty bed
Unhurt me now if you can
filling the skies – splendour
Provider so sue-serene
now maudlin now bellicose
no souvenirs – minion

7. The Family Album

Lead me to life, star spangled eyes
Turtles and doves filling the skies
Lawful offense lustrally spurts
Never repent the harvest that hurts

Aging – without time
in this paradise of self-defence
you need treatment – barrows
Silenced – when two as one
cross the barriers of violence
have confidence – ashes

Follow your kind star spangled heir
rockets and calls filling the air
Wash up and walk into the night
stale souvenirs; memories that bite
Merry Mary, merry Mary
marry marry happypill

From the pikes of the Inkas,
from the abysses of Pamir
From the Alps of the Old world,
some things are clear, some things are not
In the high mountain air I feel bright when I ain't
I see a throned spirit and 24 elderly saints

8. Imploder

I feel beyond morals like Frederick,
the moustached whipper
I dream of a heavenly vessel, where god would be the skipper
But I'm scared for it darkens, I sense powers come aloose
And I'm lost, I'm of no use, like a coin without a flipper

From here I can see all the good of the world
All the bad of the world, anything of the world
I see seals go abroke, I hear hooves across the skies
I see a black horse, a red one, I see scourge and demise

But what I thought was without
is now gathering within
It's floating on inwards as the chaos begins
And when I'm swallowed by turmoil,
outside new life sprouts
The sun's coming back – I fade and go out

Vessels sink, men go under
I don't wanna die, it feels like cancer
A bridge-collapse, a train that flies
I'm scared of the screams that fill the skies
You're not gonna die, he says, he lies
Feel hell underfeet, I feel how it fries
Second by second I sink underneath
Second by second I sink underneath

It wears me down
It Wears Me Down

9. It Wears Me Down

Woods swallowing men with cold,
dark, beasts and deep blue skies
Quaking earth, winds that wipe
creations of man away like dust
I reach out to fathom all of my kin
I have none, that is sin
Alone we die like cattle in storm
Alone we die like cattle in storm

It Wears Me Down
It wears me down
It wears me down
All of me, all of me, all of me down

Pure encharting reconception
of self-vindictive truth
Over-eating expectation
a subregarding sleuth
seems to open for correction
the understudied mind
but it stops at magniloquence
as regulations shine

10. Anaconda Charms Grass Snake

Slough the truth
slough their news
slough your views
Sentrypetal
centipedal
parsimonotonous choires
Serfs of might might
serve us right
scars of free enterprise

Slough the truth
slough their news
slough your views

Sharelessness concloosely proven
world-web-wide retail
Cross-possessive gluey flytrap
scarcely drawn to scale
Eurowaste and bureaucraze
from wall to ferrous veil

At the end of history Mengele's smiling
Trading tanks and Stukas for piss or mucus
Or whatever the substance that will do for the tests
Where the human material is purified to its best

11. Icons Of Urine

FULL SPEAD AHEAD
FULL SPEED AHEAD
FULL SPEED AHEAD
BEAT OFF THE HEAD

Of misguided humanism
Obstructing nillicism
Nivellating loserism
Limp crypto-socialism

And the test-tubes of urine are the icons of progress
As the future is molden, its showers are golden
It takes a piss in the course where the job might be yours
Being picky and choosy we seek out the loosy

TO DETECT AND DERAIL
THOSE PREDESTINED
TO FAIL DETECT AND DERAIL
THE PREDESTINED TO FAIL

Is the dynamic force of elite crescent
Eating all the future as it ate all the present
It's no longer the blood that pumps through your veins
It's the determining force of chromosome-chains
But mystics of chromosomes, as of blood, pave the way
Up next are breeding-domes, revisit old days
But all of history ends here and it's blood traded for piss
The arrogance of eternity in the glimmering of piss

DETECT AND DERAIL
THOSE PREDESTINED TO FAIL
DETECT AND DERAIL
THOSE PREDESTINED TO FAIL

Mawkish vulture undigniflies
Call him uncle and he will rise
from the newsstand mediate crapitation

12. Sunday Stroll

Face me down
Death your crown
Bring your waffle and raffle
fair fair

Glaring darkness fraught with strife
and we jokingly call it life
Brutalized like demigods dissalvation

Face me down
Death your crown
Bring your waffle and raffle
fair fair

Concrete turns moisture
Deflated tankers
Liquid steelyards
All angles collapse

13. Canvas Of History

And it fits into a circle that starts to revolve
From Hoover Dam to Dnyeproges all structures dissolve

ON THE CANVAS OF HISTORY
GREASY HANDS ON THE CANVAS
OF HISTORY WHEN WE HAVEN'T NOTHING UP AHEAD
BY THE GLIMMERING OF MYTHS
THE LOSERS ARE LEAD

Swirling railroads Slackening aircrafts
And all missiles are launched
To celebrate the old days
And it fits into a box that locks without a key
That shrinks and implodes and ceases to be

ON THE CANVAS OF HISTORY...etc.

ON THE CANVAS OF FUTURE
BUY AN AD ON THE CANVAS OF FUTURE
PANIC-STRICKEN BY
THE SEARCH-LIGHTS OF FUTURE
THEY WILL CROUCH IN FEAR
AND THEN BE LEAD AWAY

Thanking you for being put to sleep
And that's why future's fascism will be friendly

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