Dystopisk framtidsvision på tyska.
DAFA/SPAR
SPAR är det statliga person och adressregistret och DAFA var datamaskincentralen för administrativ databehandling. Runt 1990 kändes de som en symbol för att storebror staten visste var ditt hus bodde och fick ge namn åt denna låt i Orwellsk anda.
The secret police (and a yellow moon)
appearing suddenly and silently
from nowhere in particular
because you’re a dissident
They arrest you
they have read your file
In the early sixties
communism was your style
You cry out in anger
You cry out in vain
If you’re lucky
you won’t feel much pain
Registration, information
Big brother likes to watch
Domination, assasination
Big brother likes control
They take you to a windowless concrete building
where you have to stay for a while
It’s a mental hospital
When you leave you smile
You cry out so happy
You cry out again
Life is just wonderful
They’ve manipulated your brain
Dark future
Misty meaningless message
In my waterproof plastic pocket
I have a collection of frozen sunrays,
gathered in the pitch black light of a sandwich
that floats in the river of subconsciousness.
In the backseat of my brand new car
a madman had the time of his life,
cutting with his razor-bladed carpet-knife
and spreading the leather-seat all over Europe.
Square grooves and deep dimples
gives the true trajectory.
Misty meaningless message
from the golf ball factory.
Pulling out the needles from the eyes
of ice cold camels high on crack.
Adhesive animals with simulated smiles
talk too much about unpaid taxes.
Single-celled life-forms in my left ear
consider the probability
of life-forms in other ears, how they look;
ideas from a science fiction book.
Candle light can delight,
can ignight your house.
Candles for crucifixion brighten my world.
Malfunction in the light-switch – darkness again.
Sunbathing albino blacks on the beach,
under the yellow December moon,
teaching how to fly with just one unarmed leg
and miss the point in the end of a sentence
Egyptian pyramids getting lost
in the yuppie-jungle of the city,
where sharks swim among tobacco-plants
and albino aliens are impossible.
Winter of humanity
Någon slags novell i låtform med Orwell i bakhuvudet.
City light, city night
Neon light disfunction
Digital mind, very unkind
Cybernetic neurology
Bloody mess do depress
Sadistic youth in action
Used a knife, took his life
Looked for some distraction
Black box, electric shocks
The secret police scanning your mind
Apathy, antipathy
consequences of thinking too much
Dark future
Darker present
Winter of humanity
White conscience
Whiter snow
Technical cybercitizens
Fast city, no pity
Life and death in the future
No feelings, no love
notorious computer rules
Great pain in your brain
neuronic whiplash dancing
Mental ignition, smoky brain
It’s just to get rid of it
Grey rod, electric fields
causing mass-insanity
Grey robots – former people –
free will is hard to control
Buy your own plastic thoughts
in the nearest convenience store
Feeling bad, feeling sad –
change your central nerve system
”War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength.”
George Orwell
Die Umwelt
Miljökamp på tyska