performance with trumpet and recitation

'Shit is gold & gold is shit'. A trumpet and sing-along performance by Sturm & Lie at 'Staalkaart', Gent, Belgium. 2 June 2006. In cooperation with Diagolist-Kantor's 'St.Martin Reloaded'.

Performance sing-along text

SHIT IS GOLD & GOLD IS SHIT
BOTH = 0
0 = ETERNITY AND ETERNITY = 0
AB < 1, 2, 3

ONE WITHOUT A SOUL NEEDS NO GOLD
ONE WITH A SOUL NEEDS NO SHIT
THE MIND SUFFERS AND THE BODY CRIES OUT
SID WITH A HEART = SID IS VICIOUS
THE WOMIT OF A BLIND WHO HAS BLUEBLACK EYES TO SEE WITH
NO BALLS ANY MORO = MAMAPAPAISM
THE ACE IS THE WINNER
THE ACE OF HEARTS IS THE FRUITY ASS
THE FAMILY JUNK CREATES CONSTIPATION IN YOUR MOUTH
SIGARETTES GLOW IN THE SKY
SANTA LUCIA
DRIVING KILLS
A MYSTERY
INTEGRITY
I AM WHAT I AM
CAN ONLY BE - PRETENDING TO BE
LIVING IN DARKNESS
EUROPA - OUR LIMITATION
OPA = END TO BEGINNING
EVERY HEART IS A FIST COVERED IN RED BLOOD
TRY TO BEAT OPTIMISM
WE DIE AND WE BEGIN
ONLY THE GREEN IS CLEAR HERE
IN THIS FAMILY CULTURE
WE ARE TRAINED TO BE LEADERS - TO DOMINATE
TO HAVE THE RIGHT
TO INQUISITION IN THE JOLLY GOOD OLD PSYCOLOGICAL IMPERIALIST MANNER
IRRITABLE
LONGING FOR MORPHINE
DREAMING IN BED
WHEN NOTHING ELSE IS POSSIBLE
I KEEP YOU AT A DISTANCE
BECAUSE
I AM A TYRANT A SPOILED CHILD
THE CLASSLINE WAS BROKEN I BELONG NOWHERE
I CAN NOT RELAX
YOU ARE NOT MY EQUAL
BE IN YOUR OWN RIGHT
EXISTANCE = WORTHY
CONTRADICTIONS HAUNT US
ARE YOU TRUER? ARE YOU MORE PURE?
EVERYBODY CAN FUCK ME
I AM STRONG AND SO MUCH WEAKER
EVERYBODY CAN FUCK ME
MY PUSSY IS WIDE OPEN
HUMBLE & FRIGID
SO PROUD SO CORRUPTED
IN A TIMECRAMP
LIVING BUT NOT EXISTING
TOO MUCH TOO LITTLE
TO SLOW TOO FAST
NERVES, NERVOUS, WRECKED
WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO HAVE GOOD TASTE WHEN IT IS WORTH NOTHING?
WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE CHEATED WHEN THAT IS A RULE IN LIFE?
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BITE IN A COLD SHOULDER?
ROTTEN FISH STINKS, BUT TASTES WONDERFUL
FAMILY PHOTOS WITH DRESSED & UNDRESSED PIGS
A SOLDIER
A DIPLOMAT
A BUSINESS MANWOMAN
A JAILGUARD
A BEAUROCRAT
A PSHYCIATRIC PATIENT
THE MOST DISTINGUISHED HYPOCRITS
WE ARE ALL IN THE SCHOOL OF WHOREDOM
SOME FAIL SOME SUCEED
OUT OF DARKNESS COMES THE MYSTERY OF LOVE

 

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