Megalomaniac
Stray Bullet
Leid Und Elend
Mercy
Torture
Spit Sperm
Anarchy
Down And Out
Unfit
Waste
Sascha Konietzko – Vocals, percussion, sequenses, programming, loops
En Esch – Vocals, percussion, guitars
Günter Schultz – Guitars, programming, loops
Tim Skold – Vocals (on “Anarchy”)
Raymond “Pig” Watts – Vocals
Ogre – Vocals
Abby Travis – Vocals, bass, backing Vocals
Michael Bassin – Guitars, percussion
William Rieflin – Drums, percussion, sequenses, loops
Amy Denio – Sax
All tracks mixed and produced by KMFDM and Chris Shepard
Initial brainstorm session at Soundhouse, Seattle, engineer: Scott Crane
Assambled an tracked at Luftschutzbunker, Seattle, engineer: Sascha Konietzko
Studio 10018, New York City, engineer: En Esch
Edelweiss Tonbetriebe, Kelowna B.C., engineer: Günter Schultz
Overdubbed and mixed at Studio X, Seattle
Engineered by Chris Shepard, assisted by Sam Hofstedt
Mastered by Roger Seibel at Sae Mastering, Phoenix
Art by Brute!
Design by Alexei Tylevich
MEGALOMANIAC (6:07)
die wunder dieser welt werden dir geschenkt
glück ist nicht käuflich
sehnsucht bleibt unerreicht
preisrätsel winken nimmersatt
kein mitleid für die merheit
kein mitleid für die merheit
nihilistic mystics, apostolic alcoholics
messianic manics, cataclysmic and profilic
in the age of super-boredom, hype and mediocrity
celebrate relentlessness, menace to society
this is counter-culture from the underground
eternal revolution, this is our sound
KMFDM, better than the best
megalomaniacal and harder than the rest
refuse is our inspiration, terrorism our trade
sabotage and piracy, chaos our mental state
mesmerizing festering, intended for the faint of heart
cultish and anthemic, until death us do part
this is counter-culture from the underground
eternal revolution, this is our sound
KMFDM, better than the best
megalomaniacal and harder than the rest
wenn der untergrund bebt ist die ordnung erschüttert
der verrat an der seele macht leben ungesund
mit unschlagbaren reimen werden wir uns vertreiben
die zeir der langen weile bis zum grossen bums
like a fiendish tropic virus spitting bile at all you whores
razor-sharp, tounge-in-cheek, poking in your open sores
a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the ultimate disgrace
wrapped up as a gift of God exploding in your face
this is counter-culture from the underground
eternal revolution, this is our sound
KMFDM, better than the best
megalomaniacal and harder than the rest
refuse is our inspiration, terrorism our trade
sabotage and piracy, chaos our mental state
in the age of super-boredom, hype and mediocrity
celebrate relentlessness, menace to society
this is counter-culture from the underground
eternal revolution, this is our sound
KMFDM, better than the best
megalomaniacal and harder than the rest
megalomaniacal
megalomaniacal
megalomaniacal
better than the best and harder than the resT
(words: Esch/Konietzko, music: Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
STRAY BULLET (5:30)
I am your holy totem, I am your sick taboo
radical and radiant, I’m your nightmare coming true
I am your worst enemy, I am your dearest friend
malignantly malevolent, I am of divine descent
I am your apocalypse, I am your belief unwrought
monolithic juggernaut, I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
stray bullet
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
I have come to rock your world, I have come to shake your faith
anathematic anarchist, I have come to take my place
I am your apocalypse, I am your belief unwrought
monolithic juggernaut, I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
stray bullet
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
I am your unconsciousness, I am unrestrained excess
metamorphic restlessness, I’m your unexpectedness
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
stray bullet
from the barrel of love
stray bullet
from the heavens above
stray bullet
ready or not
I’m the illegitimate son of God
(words: Esch/Konietzko, music: Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
LEID UND ELEND (6:09)
dein boot verlässt den hafen unserer stadt
alleine färhst du in die klare nacht
nur noch fünf minuten wünsch ich mir
meine wahre sehnsucht kommt mit dir
ich liebe deinen mond in meiner nacht
ohne deine sonne ist kein tag
du bist doch mein stern am firmament
ich bin der stein und du bist mein zement
geteiltes leid ist halbes leid
mein herz ist dein herz
geteiltes glück ist halbes glück
dein schmerz ist mein schmerz
geteiltes leid ist halbes leid
mein herz ist dein herz
geteiltes glück ist halbes glück
dein schmerz ist mein schmerz
dein leid, mein elend
mein leid, dein elend
mein elend, dein leid
dein elend, mein leid
ich bin deine taste am klavier
alles was du wollteist spiel’ ich dir
deiner süssen wunde süsser saft
macht mich sehr betrunken ohne schnaps
geteiltes leid ist halbes leid
mein herz ist dein herz
geteiltes glück ist halbes glück
dein schmerz ist mein schmerz
geteiltes leid ist halbes leid
mein herz ist dein herz
geteiltes glück ist halbes glück
dein schmerz ist mein schmerz
dein leid, mein elend
mein leid, dein elend
mein elend, dein leid
dein elend, mein leid
dein boot verlässt den hafen unserer stadt
alleine färhst du in die klare nacht
nur noch fünf minuten wünsch ich mir
meine wahre sehnsucht kommt mit dir
geteiltes leid ist halbes leid
mein herz ist dein herz
geteiltes glück ist halbes glück
dein schmerz ist mein schmerz
geteiltes leid ist halbes leid
mein herz ist dein herz
geteiltes glück ist halbes glück
dein schmerz ist mein schmerz
dein leid, mein elend
mein leid, dein elend
mein elend, dein leid
dein elend, mein leid
(words: Esch/Konietzko, music: Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
MERCY (5:02)
I went thru too many people
I went thru heaven and hell
I went from Rome to Bagdad
too many stories to tell
what do you mean by that
mercy is all you get
do what you won’t regret
freedom’s your self-respect
what do you mean by that
I live thru too many aeons
I’ve risen up and I fell the fall
I have been there and I have done that
I’ve seen it all and all
what do you mean by that
mercy is all you get
do what you won’t regret
freedom’s your self-respect
what do you mean by that
my time is running like water
deeper I dive and deeper
last of nine lives of the cat
I saved my soul for the reaper
what do you mean by that
I saved my soul for the reaper
mercy is all you get
deeper I dive and deeper
do what you won’t regret
I saved my soul for the reaper
freedom’s your self-respect
deeper I dive and deeper
what do you mean by that
I saved my soul for the reaper
mercy is all you get
deeper I dive and deeper
do what you won’t regret
I saved my soul for the reaper
freedom’s your self-respect
what do you mean
what do you mean
what do you mean
what do you mean by that
(words: Esch/Konietzko, music: Esch/Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
TORTURE (7:01)
my motivations unresolved
things are just never what they seem, u-huh
apathy’s currencies deceit
pitch bending radiated dreams
the jackal’s wishing well forgotten
dark cloud sunrise
the view of someone somewhere else is
burnt in my eyes
how long – dug up remains
how low – the rotting flame
how low – to see right through
how long – the hole I knew
how low – the clear eyed stain
how long – to set aflame
how low – to be set up
how long – and taken out
the ant-like karma from the crack in a hand full painting on a mural in a foreign land
fill mind controlled by the pulley of the strings so remote the view from the puppetry swingset
my reservations have envolved
scenes once negated ushered in
mercy killings one to one defend
the visionary criminals descend on knees all burning
a term of useless lifeless thought
what a paid ride
alchemic jail-cell vivisection
test-subject day job
how long – to pacify
how low – you still deny
how low – from up above
how low – the tripping sound
how long – to kick back down
how long – the creeping crown
how low – the holy cheat
how long – the leap of faith
these revelations undermined
controlled belief in leads mankind
each penny sold and mesmerized, we’re stoned
two-fold reversal beckoning
the binding crayon words inverted
in justice travestia
how long – dug up remains
how low – the rotting flame
how low – to see right through
how long – the hole I knew
how low – the clear eyed stain
how long – to set aflame
how low – to be set up
how long – and taken out
we worship acid moans and curbside-holidays
recycle shit we throw away in glossy package grace
maybe in a day or so I’ll stumble on that grassy knoll
to set the record straight, announcing to myself: wake-up
wake-up, wake-up
we kill everything that’s not tied down
we euthanize but keep alive the lowest form of prison life
so useful and experimental treatment of the sick and dying
what about the torture?
what about the torture?
what about the torture? (fading)
(words: Ogilvie, music: Konietzko)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
SPIT SPERM (4:46)
I keep account of my hits and my misses
the bottle makes the final call
fuel me of some of your kisses
turn towards the weeping wall
distilled within your discipline
return to go and start again
bleeding on your hallowed ground
I’m gonna lay this sodden soul right down in…
spit, sperm, spit
spit, sperm, spit
your TV is my teacher
confessional and preacher
forgive me, Lord, for all this hate
I simply am inebriate
see the gun, pick it up
all day long you’ll have good luck
see the gun, let it lie
you’ll want that gun before you die
spit, sperm
this moral bankrupt stinking vat
spit, sperm
of shit-fueled lies and empty highs
spit sperm
bled between these piss stained lines
spit, sperm
and hid behind my glazing eyes
I keep account of my hits and my misses
the bottle makes the final call
fuel me of some of your kisses
turn towards the weeping wall
distilled within your discipline
return to go and start again
bleeding on your hallowed ground
I’m gonna lay this sodden soul right down in…
spit, sperm
spit, sperm
spit, sperm
spit, sperm
your TV is my teacher
confessional and preacher
forgive me, Lord, for all this hate
I simply am inebriate
spit, sperm, spit
spit, sperm, spit
see the gun, pick it up
all day long you’ll have good luck
see the gun, let it lie
you’ll want that gun before you die
(words: Watts, music: Esch/Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
ANARCHY (5:34)
you break my back, you won’t break me
all is black but I still see
shut me down, knock me to the floor
shoot me up, fuck me like a whore
trapped under ice, comfortably cold
I’ve gone as low as you can go
feel no remorse, no sense of shame
time’s gonna wash away all pain
I made a god out of blood not superiority
I killed the king of deceit, now I sleep in anarchy
anarchy
sacrifice to the cause
turn your code into law
compensate to validate the loss
you take a thief, nail him to a cross
gospel of rage, faction of hate
deviate from the absolute
born of revenge, raised on cement
chaos created by the government
I made a god out of blood not superiority
I killed the king of deceit, wake me up in anarchy
anarchy
anarchy, anarchy
trapped under ice, comfortably cold
I’ve gone as low as you can go
feel no remorse, no sense of shame
time’s gonna wash away all pain
I made a god out of blood not superiority
I killed the king of deceit, now I sleep in anarchy
I made a god out of blood not superiority
I killed the king of deceit, wake me up in anarchy
born of revenge, raised on cement
chaos created by the government
I made a god out of blood not superiority
I killed the king of deceit, wake me up in anarchy
anarchy, anarchy
anarchy, anarchy
anarchy
(words: Skold, music: Esch/Konietzko/Schultz/Rieflin)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US, BMG Music and The Happy Beaver
DOWN AND OUT (6:39)
welcome aboard the crazy trip, a circle of fools say ‘hi’
watch your step or you might trip, we’re glad you came on by
the guys and I prepared a brew you really oughta taste
it makes you strong and makes you !@#$%, don’t let it go to waste
all of us are going down
all of us are going down
great that we pretend that we are all that
we enjoy ourselves, should we get some help?
we have always failed yet there is no doubt
can’t go wrong from here, we are down and out
care for some sweets to chase your drink? I see you’ve quite a thirst
no, no, no, you can’t yet go, first things must come first
all of us are going down
all of us are going down
great that we pretend that we are all that
we enjoy ourselves, should we get some help?
we have always failed yet there is no doubt
can’t go wrong from here, we are down and out
we are down and out
we are down and out
delicious not? you feel alive? you need a little space?
so, you are not feeling well? what’s wrong with your face?
great that we pretend that we are all that
we enjoy ourselves, should we get some help?
we have always failed yet there is no doubt
can’t go wrong from here, we are down and out
we are down and out
we are down and out
holy smokes! I goofed again, the brew was not quite right
we’ll throw him back behind the pen and try again tonight
welcome aboard the crazy trip, a circle of fools say ‘hi’
watch your step or you might trip, we’re glad you came on by
great that we pretend that we are all that
we enjoy ourselves, should we get some help?
we have always failed yet there is no doubt
can’t go wrong from here, we are down and out
(words: Esch/Konietzko/Travis, music: Esch/Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
UNFIT (6:01)
you are the sweetest disease for me
I can’t hear you say please to me
there’s nothing you cannot say to me
come on, get down and pray with me
get down – shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’m unfit, I’m unfair
you can’t feel and I don’t care
get down – shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’ll wipe a stripe on you tonight
I’ll tee you high and you will fly
there’s no feeling inside of me
you’ll se nothing can hide in me
you’ll find nothing can feed on me
don’t look, listen or believe in me
get down – shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’m unfit, I’m unfair
you can’t feel and I don’t care
get down – shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’ll wipe a stripe on you tonight
I’ll tee you high and you will fly
you are the sweetest disease for me
I can not hear your please to me
there’s nothing you can’t say to me
come on, get down and pray with me
get down – shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’m unfit, I’m unfair
you can’t feel and I don’t care
get down – shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’ll wipe a stripe on you tonight
I’ll tee you high and you will fly
fly
you will get down- shut up – come on in
it’s time to take your medicine
I’m unfit, I’m unfair
you can’t feel and I don’t care
well, get down
you are the sweetest disease for me
I can not hear your please to me
there’s nothing you can’t say to me
come on, get down and pray with me
(words: Watts, music: Esch/Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US
WASTE (3:38)
what I don’t know I don’t like
what I don’t like I don’t want
what I don’t want I waste
I hypnotize with alibis and fingers made of lead
I sympathize with frozen eyes turned inwards in my head
I realize to my demise it’s better left unsaid
that columns crash down endlessly and I will end up dead
go!
waste
what I don’t see I don’t know
what I don’t know I don’t want
waste
what I don’t want I don’t need
what I don’t need I don’t feel
waste
what I don’t feel I don’t say
what I don’t say I don’t do
waste
what I don’t do I don’t like
what I don’t like I hate
I theorize I’m on the rise but all I do is fall
I victimize my love of life, I’ve seen and done it all
ready, steady, stop, hurry up and wait
the tick-tick-ticking of the clock delineates your fate
waste
what I don’t see I don’t know
what I don’t know I don’t want
waste
what I don’t want I don’t need
what I don’t need I don’t feel
waste
what I don’t feel I don’t say
what I don’t say I don’t do
waste
what I don’t do I don’t like
what I don’t like I hate
ready, steady, go, finsih up your plate
before you even realize it’s gonna be too late
I don’t know what I see
I don’t want what I know
I don’t need what I want
I don’t feel what I need
I don’t say what I feel
I don’t do what I say
I don’t like what I do
I just like to waste
(fading up:) waste…
(words: Konietzko/Travis, music: Esch/Konietzko/Schultz)
© 1997 KMFDM ent, US and the Happy Beaver