THCulture - Trance Noise Voice

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THCulture - Trance Noise Voice - Trance Noise Voice

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recorded & mixed at: 7-14 V 2001 & 24-27 IX 2001 SPAART Studio

engineered by: Jacek Młodochowski & THCulture & Dżabi, except track 9 "BPB" remixed by: Luke Sky

produced by: THCulture

published MC & CD by: Boofish Records

THCulture:

Yogi - voice, guitars, djembe, didgeridoo, sample

Joseh - bass

Żurek - drums

Additional musicians:

Greg Crack - voice (BPB)

Luke Sky - piano (BPB)

lyrics

TRANCE

i dance in trance all day

let the stream of squandering flow over

in a river with two beds

hhe superficial is the answer to nothing

what’s underground determines the rhythm of questions

do you want to be fulfilled at the end of your life

which has no value apart from funeral expenses

you work for it for years

irrevocable madness, late oblivion

mind open to a bullet hole

a channel of freedom, enslavement device

the universe of the mind won’t stand Earth’s gravity

all you would like is unattainable

all the rest is compulsion, the compulsion of pain

in pleasures weakening the natural feeling of being lost

rescue in the face of inevitable death is living death

you’ve found what you’ve eternally looked for

the eternal and blindly closed road to nowhere

why haven’t you got yourself together

regardless of circumstances of oblivion

impossibilities lead to the necessity

costs of the advantage of body over mind to soul

how deep can this mediocrity reach

the cold of bones taking hold of the body

repulsive... separated...

999

cri... cri... critical state

fi... fi... finally I die

body, body’s burning me down

there’s nothing else left

one supreme

in four persons

on my deathbed I greet in every possible form

first has only a face second only a brain

third only a heart

fourth which yields power has nothing

first is only desire second devotion

third compassion

fourth which yields power feels nothing

the fourth self which yields power over the elements

has nothing

the fourth self which yields power over the elements

feels nothing

almighty...

omniscient...

omnipotent...

helpless...

WHISPER OF THE WIND

still there are no people people are sleeping

the whisper of the wind

listen more carefully to the green grass

mowed it withers fast

and only until evening the tree has its shadow

man withers like the grass

man so briefly can look at his shadow

don’t wait any longer, get up, get up and go

freedom is coming, freedom is coming

it comes by every day every day

don’t wait any more, get up, get up and go

man withers like the grass

man so briefly can look at his shadow, new day, shadow, sunrise, new day

shadow, shadow, night, starry night

through its artery runs the pulse of the whisper

unknown to anybody

you’ll leave your shells and listen out

but the voice will remain foreign for you

undeciphered

so you’ll listen and go away

maybe others will succeed it takes all sorts

for now they’re sleeping... sleeping...

TIME FLIES AWAY FROM YOU

People sleep at night it seems that during the day it’s not different

Good or bad it’s impossible to say

Anyway every time contact is hindered

Time flies away from you and you are still chasing and urging it

You don’t allow it to take a breath, you treat it brutally

And time doesn’t like you, everything is a waste of time for you

You feel like lying in the sun or take a boat trip

Or be with a woman but

Nothing doing, you can’t get away from work

Time always has to stand by you, time has to work

Time has to say something, although it’s silent

Time loves joy, time loves peace and a comfy mat

You’re wasting your life to earn for time

You’re wasting your life to earn for time

Born with all good time between sunrise and sundown

Between youth and old age

I really don’t know what I would have to hurry into

ROBO DANCE

society of money dough works wonders

what form of megalomania requires identification mania of you

product or idea

with every moment these days

bigger and bigger desire is born is born bringing misfortune

it’s all we can do more, want more

want more and more much too much

unbelievable and boundless

the only unknown is the price you want to sell themselves for

can’t you see the void of success sterility of achievement

nothingness of human effort

frightened in their enchanted twisted curse

drink blood, eat money

prostitutes of life that can’t pick up only one client

they can’t pick only their selves up only their selves

new man has arms and legs drinks blood eats money

check if you are a fashionably attractive commodity

do not feel... but abuse... dough works wonders

BLACK PLASTIC BAG

please tell me why

I am still alive

in a black plastic bag

I foster plague

monotony and apathy

a hundred faces on one

whirls and swirls

count on me in the death chamber

CZECHNYA

War is sheer lunacy in a beautiful morning thousands of people

Stand in dug up holes in the ground – what for?

Imagination materialises the moment

One hundred thousand killed imagine that

Imagine that they stand here opposite each other in rows

One hundred thousand candles blown with one breath

One hundred thousand minds

Memories... loves... sensations... worlds... universes...

It doesn’t make me sick or terrified

And the belief

that there’s no justification for this hell

bombs do not kill people it’s people who kill people

when the war comes with its horror and cemeteries

then you’ll realise that you could’ve done something

then you’ll realise...

famine, plague, slaughter their blood waves inside me

I don’t speak to anyone nobody speaks to me

(E)STEEM ROLLER

In stony coffins in sarcophagus houses

The silence of your loneliness the silence of your grave

You forget about everything you can deceive thought, word, action, creation, old age, yourself

You are but you don’t know if you exist

You have to be faithful and obedient

Bury yourself in a shelter and be blind

You have to become mute and deaf

and solid like never before

in the morning, evening, day and night

you have to carefully repeat the slogans in force

and not to work out different ones

it’s allowed to surrender, it’s allowed not to be different from others

it’s allowed to fake it’s allowed to act against yourself

and be proud that you are such and not other

and that your world is such and not other

terribly peacefully accept the void

I’ll tell you nothing to console you

BPB REMIX

I foster plague

monotony and apathy

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