Dark Side Of The Spoon


Album Name: The Dark Side Of The Spoon
Produced By: Hypo Luxa/Hermes Pan
Release Date: 1999
Record Label: Sire - 9-47311-2


Tracks:

  1. Supermanic Soul (3:13)
  2. Whip and Chain (4:23)
  3. Bad Blood (4:59)
  4. Eureka Pile (6:23)
  5. Step (4:07)
  6. Nursing Home (7:00)
  7. Kaif (5:26)
  8. Vex & Siolence
  9. 10 / 10 (5:24)
  10. Linda Summertime


Supermaniac Soul



(spoken sample: "take this first song and uh, dance
I mean this, uh, first, let's start playing and dance.")

Well I just shot a man to death
I´ve gotta blow him out of my head
He fired back and then it stopped 
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear, the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell
Well it´s a brutal smell of death x4

Saw my reflection in a spoon.
I had it with my non-adequate excuse
I´ve got a supermanic soul
I´ve pulled the trigger in the record room x2
I put a stop to his loonytoons
I turned him down and then left the room

These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this
Dead!

(talking samples)

These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this * 3



Whip Or Chain


Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't really know if I have a choice
Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget

You're choking on regret  ( * 2)
You're choking on death

Don't think we've ever met
Don't think you offered up a God give name
Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain?
You've got pleasure from the sentence of pain
But then they get you with the burden of shame
The true measure if the one that remains

Don't wanna .. Don't wanna .. 
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane

(very fast wailing sample:
In a concrete cell, 
No soul would dare to tell
She craves to cup his mind
She makes him give them time
She likes to throw a whip
And see a young boy slip
She likes to see him crawl
Right up the chamber walls

When their eyes are covered
like vultures she hovers

She gets her love and hate
When they scream no more
She gives them just one more

Won't let you kill me just yet
Don't even care if there's a price on my head
Don't wanna ID up in a bloody refrain

Don't wanna be your ..
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane

I said, I don't ...don't... I don't wanna be you cane (* 2)  


Bad Blood



Wild skies
Full moon and thoughts collide
We look for answers in those catatonic, bloodshot eyes
The eyes that vomit are the ones that are in love
Those aren't tears,
They're just bad bad blood

Just bad bad blood!

Wild lives
The big surprise.
We get our clues from what
The funhouse mirrors authorize
A ray of thought turns happy endings into mud
Where there's denial, there's bad blood

Chorus:

(wailing sample:
Do you remember the strain?
Do you remember the pain?
Do you remember the cause or the blame?)

Bad Blood!

(wailing sample:
Do you remember need?
Do you remember lust?
Do you surrender your greed or your trust? )

Bad Blood!

Wild eyes
He's finally come alive
How'd all things mediocre
Wind up all things all the time
A steady stream of madness
Rises to a flood
The clock is ticking for Bad Blood

Chorus.
[fade out...]


Eureka


I seem to find myself each time I run away
Don't keep me livin' in some yester-body salad days
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
Or like some quick sand baby running off like summer wine

Same faces broken homes
Those memories have fled
All tears within me now are dormant or dead
My viens are bursting with a thirst that I cannot ignore
Alright Eureka Pile
Is now my savior, or my whore

There's not a day goes by when things aren't what they seem
I always wake up baby cause I always wake up mean
My life may ain't come to much 
Ignore my history
Least my Eureka Pile can change the way I feel

Ain't the way I see x2
My Eureka Pile and me.


Step


I need help
I need help
I don't even know who I am no more
I'm gonna get some help
Help me

Step! 
Step, step it up baby!
Got a question for you: like, who, what, where, why?
Are we even here?
Or are we following alone like another lost another Indian looking for his tribe?
Or his telephone.
Might as well find something new
Not now! Got space, got time, to anesthetize 

Step

(wails)

I like to apologize to all my wonderful fans
For sticking by me through such troubled times
I love all of you so much
I wish I could take you all to the Betty Ford Clinic
Yeah

Step! 
Step it up baby!
We gotta sell instutions of recovery,
We gotta kill distributions of this pill I take 
So I am so relieved that there's a COD 
and it's comfortable now how can I stay 
Makes me wanna vomit just so I can show 
What kind of poison we've been feeding our soul 

Step x4

Step! 
Step, step it up baby!
Well I'm living in the program and I'm down on my knees 
Well I'm living in the toilet and I'm totally clean 
I gotta gift called life and why can't you, so can you, so can you, So can you, 
Cause, I'm okay, you're okay, I'm okay you're okay, 
why me, why not me? 
Turn the page and sing that

I love all my fans
In these times of nakedness
If I could 
I'd take any one of you with me
Put you right underneath my pillow
[fade out..]


Nursing Home


The moths in my eyes never bring me no sleep 
They just strap me inside with the demons I keep 
Gotta leave me alone 
Gotta let it be long 
Tired of living, too tired to die 
Make a shark keep swimming when he don't know why 
Gotta Gasoline fin 
Only thing that he wears 

Not dead yet, just a moving kind of slow 
Not dead yet, just a don't know where to go 
Not dead yet, just a leave me alone 
Not dead yet, in the nursing home 

Sleeping and walking and an old man come
Just to prop up my feet with a broken old horse
Stop riding those rails
Stop setting those sails
The back room cook 
Has got an old trombone
While he's stamping out the fires with a broken beef bone
Got a troubled soul
Runnin' hot and cold

Not dead yet, just a moving kind of slow 
Not dead yet, just a don't know where to go 
Not dead yet, just a leave me alone 
Not dead yet in the nursing home 
I said I'm not dead yet in the nursing home 

Taking on water like a dead man's boat
He need to kick that pretty or a wake up flat broke 
Got a fire inside
It's gonna burn him alive
Talking in circles till the roof is blown
Got a bed and three square in the nursing home
Gonna say bye-bye
He's gonna walk on by

Not dead yet, just a moving kind of slow 
Not dead yet, just a don't know where to go 
Not dead yet, just a leave me alone 
Not dead yet in the nursing home 
I said I'm not dead yet in the nursing home


Kaif


I love the silence I'm in.
I think I dreamed this before
Some lives seem so incomplete
Some just keep coming back for more

Where did the time go? x3

I can't remember how it ends
Don't even know who I am 
A fading memory
A fading image redrawn
Can't wait forever more

Where did the time go? x3

Remembering things I never said
I've seen the faces before
I hope the future isn't dead
The dead keep asking for more

Where did the time go? x3


Vex & Siolence


If the child slaughtered 
Then found later
Wrapped up and withered 
After many years 
Crawled out from under 
Untold layers
To take a shallow breath and listen
What would it hear?

Would the child answer 
Full of anger
Full of rage and  bloodlust spoken but never shown
With a seeming riddle 
Or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known

Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What violent offer could there be?
Here is the end 
Here is nothing
Nothing

After breathing in their vacant? air (begin there?)
After beating through what wasn't there
Death became the only answer, but not the cure
The final act became the meaning
No-one cared

Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What violent offer could there be?

Here is the end 
Here is nothing
Nothing


10/10

Instrumental


Linda Summertime


 


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