Haus der Lüge

Track Listing

  1. Prolog
  2. Feurio!
  3. Ein Stuhl in der Hölle
  4. Haus der Lüge
  5. Epilog
  6. Fiat Lux
    A) Fiat Lux
    B) Maifestspiele
    C) Hirnlogo
  7. Schwindel
  8. Der Kuss
  9. Bonus: Feurio! (Remix)
  10. Bonus: Feurio! (Türen offen)
  11. Bonus: Partymucke

Prolog

Don’t you think
that we could sign
so just one or two percent to us belong
and thousands will follow us along

 

Don’t you think
we could blast ourselves in ether
and down to the last drops of our beings
do service in the packing trade

 

We could, but –

 

Don’t you think
that we could make our image
tenthousandfold in colours false
appear earth-shattering

 

Don’t you think
that we could gild ourselves
on forty rungs
for the unsung common folk en masse
be over many moons enthroned

 

We could, but –

 

Don’t you think
that we could sign
or even just resign our minds
and in this land
like nine-day wonders
play up and down and back and forth
to return much later on
completely stewed
and long-forgotten
spinning just smaller circles

 

We could, but –

Feurio!

By means of pressure and body warmth
out of our confusion
comes a nuclear fusion
and a monster
a monster
a monstrous amount of energy’s released

 

It might be that it’s useless
but it quickens
and if it quickens
then what’s to perish we concede
is no mis-deed
we’re all agreed
one more reason for feurio!

 

Marinus, Marinus can you hear me?
Marinus it wasn’t you
it was king Feurio!

 

only half the world is teflon and asbestos
the rest is burnable
and it might be if ignited
quite delightful to behold
such a blaze


ablaze
and all for king Feurio!

 

You are the light of the world
within which we mix ourselves
until one cannot determine — who…who?
then we have determined
are determined
easily enflamed and explosive
insatiable when aroused
for king Feurio!

EIN STUHL IN DER HÖLLE

Where is it that you have been?
Oh, tell me
I`ve been at my mother`s sister`s house
woe is me
what was it that you did there?
Oh, tell me
I was eating there and drinking too
woe is me
what was it that you ate there?
Oh, tell me
they served up a broth with pepper there
woe is me
what was it that you did drink?
Oh, tell me
a glass filled with wine so red
woe is me
what were the dogs and the cats fed there?
Oh, tell me
they were fed with the broth with pepper there
woe is me
what was it that happened next?
Oh, tell me
within the hour they dropped down dead
woe is me
what do you wish for your father dear?
Oh, tell me
For him I would wish a chair in heaven
woe is me
what do you wish for your mother dear?
Oh, tell me
For her I would wish a chair in hell
woe is me

Haus der Lüge

Here live the blind
who believe what they see
and the deaf
who believe what they hear
bound and gagged to kitchen-stool
sits a fool, who believes
in all he can feel
(his hands in his lap)

 

Second floor:
roll after roll
length after length
in woodchip wallpaper
lone tenants stand around
observing the walls with frowns
searching row by row
looking for printing and spelling mistakes
they couldn’t even decipher their own names

 

Up to the next floor!
Which, oh wonder! Never completed
can only be reached by the stairs

 

here are stored errors, which belong to the firm
and with which they tile the floors
upon these none may tread

 

Fourth floor:
here lives the architect
immersed in his plan of
this building crammed with ideas
it stretches from funda- to firmament
and from it`s foundations to the firm

 

In the ground floor.
there are four doors
they lead
directly out-of-doors
or more precisely: to the corner-stone
he who wants to can wait there
the concrete’s coming at twelve
corner-stone lego
thought passages are painted over
in head-height brown
infamous or catholic purple
for better orientation

 

Top floor:
has some damage
in the rafters an old man sits
dead angels are strewn across the floor
(their faces resemble his)
between his knees he holds a gun
he aims it at his mouth
and into the skull
and out of the skull
and out of the skull’s other side
into the roof’s apex
drills that bullet god has shot himself
now a top floor can be renovated
god has shot himself
now a top floor can be renovated
lies, lies
a top floor can be renovated

Epilog

Lower floor:
this is the cellar
here’s where I live
here it is dark
dank and pleasant
this is a womb

Fiat Lux

Just listen to me breathe
but that proves nothing

 

In the middle of my circles
but their centre I am not

 

motonless
waiting
waiting

 

When you come, you’ll come with light
you’ll come radiant
You devour my shadows
count my notches
and open me up
open my hideaway
and read me out loud
so that I, too
can hear
myself

 

When you leave, you’ll ask:
which one of us do you believe
is the beloved? which one of us
is the beloved?

Schwindel

(not translated)

Der Kuss

Everything
that I threw
I caught
I caught well
caught as well
This is a kiss
this is a mouth
behind it the barrel

 

What I threw
I caught
I caught well
caught as well
This is an arm
this is a sling
a lassoo perhaps

 

What I threw
I caught
I caught well
caught as well
This is a body
this is a hole
and an entrance also

 

What I threw
fell — made sparks
— and dropped
What I threw
fell — dropped
and sparked

 

this was a kiss
flawless
— and naked