Einstürzende Neubauten : Zeichnungen des Patienten O. T.
Lyrics
1. VANADIUM-I-CHING
Do you hear the din of the beating hearts?
Do you see the vultures over the fire?
The roof has been in flames for so long
do you see the hyenas on the street?
Beloved
beloved
do you see the vultures over the fire?
Your soul is inflamed
beloved
come closer beloved
speak to me in epidemic language
do you see the vultures over the fire?
Scavengers have patience
do you see the cadavers dancing?
Beloved
beloved
come closer beloved, I infect you
do you see the cadavers dancing?
come closer beloved, I infect you
come closer beloved
beloved
do you see the cadavers dancing?
Do you see the vultures over the fire?
2. HOSPITALISH CHILDREN /EXTERMINATING ANGEL
Yes why? Forensic traces Yes what's that supposed to be? Come on you pick up everything you see good right maybe it was the monster which yes, maybe but maybe not
Next, please.
No more inhibitions before the deluge
so what nail it then!
Hear ye people, let it be said:
as quarry an angel we have slain
I have buried my brain
like my soul in desert terrain
and I no longer want to wait
until God's infinite scrotum
finally goes up in flames
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
locked inside dormitory dreams
praying to the new angel
which still my angel remains
like a shadow floating over me
aroused by the sound of weaponry
my angel and I shall abolish the deity
and I no longer want to wait
until God's infinite scrotum
finally goes up in flames
exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
3. TORCHED
Let us free our souls of mould
free them of fungal growth
drain into carrion
drain into
carrion
Let us free our souls of mould
and when the town is burning
yes those are our torches
Let us torch our souls
let us torch our souls
let us torch
our souls
4. NINE ARMS
Actually
I had
nine arms
desiccated
in the sunshine
actually
were legs
like tentacles
stunted
in the daylight
actually
I want
to go out into the night
want my
tendrils
back
back
5. HERDE
(Instrumental)
6. MERLE(THE ELECTRIC)
(Instrumental)
7. DRAWINGS OF PATIENT O.T.
The president howls
at the grave of the HMV dog
and the newsreader
bears an honest face
his shreds of skin behind him.
I am waiting on the edge of the world
for the new sun
which burns more than it shines
which burns more than it shines
which burns more than it shines
and a trail of flames
through our veins
on the edge of the world
and all the heavens will no longer be divided
and hell belongs to us anyway
and why should we divide up the heavens?
The new sun
the new sun
which burns more than it shines
which burns more than it shines.
The president howls
at the grave of the HMV dog
and the newsreader
bears his honest as bones face
the station ID, a blow on the bones.
8. FINGER AND TEETH
(Instrumental)
9. FAKE MONEY
As safe as fake money (better printed)
burned up with love
burned up with love
for eternity
i.e.
have taken love
to ignite
as safe as fake money
burned up with love
and lead
and lead
and lead
as safe as fake money
burned up with love
Shine, lead!
Lead, lead and lead burns up love
10. STYROPOR
(Instrumental)
11.ARMENIA
Burning to know
one question only:
Are the volcanoes still active?
Are the volcanoes still active?
Please don't disappoint me!
I believe again in voodoo.
Stick needles in the phone book.
Are the volcanoes still active?
I know you won't disappoint me
12. EXACT TIME
It'll all be muzak
they'll all be the same
what time could it be?
Power is a non-stop tape
and my ears are wounds.
It's so flat here.
Muzak for morgues and new buildings
pleasantly humming
leaving no traces
chord scars
in my face.
It's so flat here.
What time could it be?
Listen to your master's voice.
Even lackeys have a sense of timing.
What time could it be?
It'll all be muzak
they're all the same.
power is a non-stop tape.
It'll all be muzak
and they're all the same.
What time could it be?
All the world's studios
all at the same time
switch off.
What time could it be?
It's so flat here.
Between 33 and 45
or in a 2-hour rhythm
It's a question of volume
and they're all the same, the same.
13. DNA WATERTOWER
We had a garden And I had been working all day long A woman asked: how long have the termites been up there in the trees? and before that someone else said: those aren't termites And when I looked up there were things like the houses which termites live in Allegedly It's not true I suddenly realize that there are little black bugs stuck everywhere, all over my hands and wrists and that my hands are all resinous from the trees, brown, encrusted I try to flick them off, to tear them off of course that doesn't work because my hands are completely sticky I take a knife and try to scrape them off In doing so I cut the index finger of my left hand, the middle joint It was as if the cut was a slice, a flap of skin loosely hanging there I was afraid that the wound could become infected I wanted to go indoors, wanted to wash it under running water Inside I then had to thoroughly scratch off the insects under the running tap After a while the water in the sink was just a turgid brown goo resembling vomit All the dead insects, all that dissolved resin the blood from my fingers The sink gets fuller and fuller because less and less water is running away I pick out everything clogging up the plughole Everything that has somehow come out of my body The way one removes things when one wants to unblock the sink by pinching everything between one's fingers and the stuff I'm holding in my hands is like spaghetti, remnants of food, like resistors sort of yellow and red and green repeated at intervals with stripes of other colours like electrical components voltage regulators, diodes and the like. I am thinking:
I know what that is those are my DNA molecules
I have decided to dry them out laid out on the table to dry they have assumed the shapes of ladders little plastic ladders I have laid them out, and they could all be inserted into one another blue yellow plastic ladders my DNA I wonder whether someone might not like to have them And Mark is the first one to lay eyes on these coloured ladders The first thing he asks is, how do you actually listen to it? I reply: that's not something to listen to, it's my DNA Deoxyribonucleic acid
There was a record shop located in the booth of a multi-storey carpark:
A madman turns up who is bent on buying them. But we still haven't worked out the packaging.
How do you actually listen to it?
14. WARDROBE
(No lyrics available)
15. BLUTVERGIFTUNG
(No lyrics available)
Do you hear the din of the beating hearts?
Do you see the vultures over the fire?
The roof has been in flames for so long
do you see the hyenas on the street?
Beloved
beloved
do you see the vultures over the fire?
Your soul is inflamed
beloved
come closer beloved
speak to me in epidemic language
do you see the vultures over the fire?
Scavengers have patience
do you see the cadavers dancing?
Beloved
beloved
come closer beloved, I infect you
do you see the cadavers dancing?
come closer beloved, I infect you
come closer beloved
beloved
do you see the cadavers dancing?
Do you see the vultures over the fire?
2. HOSPITALISH CHILDREN /EXTERMINATING ANGEL
Yes why? Forensic traces Yes what's that supposed to be? Come on you pick up everything you see good right maybe it was the monster which yes, maybe but maybe not
Next, please.
No more inhibitions before the deluge
so what nail it then!
Hear ye people, let it be said:
as quarry an angel we have slain
I have buried my brain
like my soul in desert terrain
and I no longer want to wait
until God's infinite scrotum
finally goes up in flames
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
locked inside dormitory dreams
praying to the new angel
which still my angel remains
like a shadow floating over me
aroused by the sound of weaponry
my angel and I shall abolish the deity
and I no longer want to wait
until God's infinite scrotum
finally goes up in flames
exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
Exterminating angel
3. TORCHED
Let us free our souls of mould
free them of fungal growth
drain into carrion
drain into
carrion
Let us free our souls of mould
and when the town is burning
yes those are our torches
Let us torch our souls
let us torch our souls
let us torch
our souls
4. NINE ARMS
Actually
I had
nine arms
desiccated
in the sunshine
actually
were legs
like tentacles
stunted
in the daylight
actually
I want
to go out into the night
want my
tendrils
back
back
5. HERDE
(Instrumental)
6. MERLE(THE ELECTRIC)
(Instrumental)
7. DRAWINGS OF PATIENT O.T.
The president howls
at the grave of the HMV dog
and the newsreader
bears an honest face
his shreds of skin behind him.
I am waiting on the edge of the world
for the new sun
which burns more than it shines
which burns more than it shines
which burns more than it shines
and a trail of flames
through our veins
on the edge of the world
and all the heavens will no longer be divided
and hell belongs to us anyway
and why should we divide up the heavens?
The new sun
the new sun
which burns more than it shines
which burns more than it shines.
The president howls
at the grave of the HMV dog
and the newsreader
bears his honest as bones face
the station ID, a blow on the bones.
8. FINGER AND TEETH
(Instrumental)
9. FAKE MONEY
As safe as fake money (better printed)
burned up with love
burned up with love
for eternity
i.e.
have taken love
to ignite
as safe as fake money
burned up with love
and lead
and lead
and lead
as safe as fake money
burned up with love
Shine, lead!
Lead, lead and lead burns up love
10. STYROPOR
(Instrumental)
11.ARMENIA
Burning to know
one question only:
Are the volcanoes still active?
Are the volcanoes still active?
Please don't disappoint me!
I believe again in voodoo.
Stick needles in the phone book.
Are the volcanoes still active?
I know you won't disappoint me
12. EXACT TIME
It'll all be muzak
they'll all be the same
what time could it be?
Power is a non-stop tape
and my ears are wounds.
It's so flat here.
Muzak for morgues and new buildings
pleasantly humming
leaving no traces
chord scars
in my face.
It's so flat here.
What time could it be?
Listen to your master's voice.
Even lackeys have a sense of timing.
What time could it be?
It'll all be muzak
they're all the same.
power is a non-stop tape.
It'll all be muzak
and they're all the same.
What time could it be?
All the world's studios
all at the same time
switch off.
What time could it be?
It's so flat here.
Between 33 and 45
or in a 2-hour rhythm
It's a question of volume
and they're all the same, the same.
13. DNA WATERTOWER
We had a garden And I had been working all day long A woman asked: how long have the termites been up there in the trees? and before that someone else said: those aren't termites And when I looked up there were things like the houses which termites live in Allegedly It's not true I suddenly realize that there are little black bugs stuck everywhere, all over my hands and wrists and that my hands are all resinous from the trees, brown, encrusted I try to flick them off, to tear them off of course that doesn't work because my hands are completely sticky I take a knife and try to scrape them off In doing so I cut the index finger of my left hand, the middle joint It was as if the cut was a slice, a flap of skin loosely hanging there I was afraid that the wound could become infected I wanted to go indoors, wanted to wash it under running water Inside I then had to thoroughly scratch off the insects under the running tap After a while the water in the sink was just a turgid brown goo resembling vomit All the dead insects, all that dissolved resin the blood from my fingers The sink gets fuller and fuller because less and less water is running away I pick out everything clogging up the plughole Everything that has somehow come out of my body The way one removes things when one wants to unblock the sink by pinching everything between one's fingers and the stuff I'm holding in my hands is like spaghetti, remnants of food, like resistors sort of yellow and red and green repeated at intervals with stripes of other colours like electrical components voltage regulators, diodes and the like. I am thinking:
I know what that is those are my DNA molecules
I have decided to dry them out laid out on the table to dry they have assumed the shapes of ladders little plastic ladders I have laid them out, and they could all be inserted into one another blue yellow plastic ladders my DNA I wonder whether someone might not like to have them And Mark is the first one to lay eyes on these coloured ladders The first thing he asks is, how do you actually listen to it? I reply: that's not something to listen to, it's my DNA Deoxyribonucleic acid
There was a record shop located in the booth of a multi-storey carpark:
A madman turns up who is bent on buying them. But we still haven't worked out the packaging.
How do you actually listen to it?
14. WARDROBE
(No lyrics available)
15. BLUTVERGIFTUNG
(No lyrics available)
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