Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano)
Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet)
Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (electric piano)
Arthur Tripp (drums, percussion)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Members of The BBC Symphony Orchestra
(Jimmy Carl, Motorhead, Roy & Bunk are reunited by Dons sentimental stylings. They dance and hug each other, forming a chorus line for backing vocals, while Ian lies in a crumpled heat at the side of the stage. On the downbeat of the EPILOGUE, Ian miraculously returns to life, strangles Don, and hurls him down a flight of steps, regains control of the Steinway and finishes out the show with the orchestra.)
(Instrumental)
Anna I
Now we're coming back to you, in Louisiana
Where the moon on the Mississippi is a-shining ever.
Seven years we've been away in the big towns
Where you go to make money,
And now our fortune's made,
And now you're there,
Little house in old Louisiana.
We're coming back to you,
To our little house beside the Mississippi in Louisiana
Right, Anna ?
Anna II
[Instrumental]
Freiheit, Frieden, Menschlichkeit
stark verschmutze Szene
man versucht sie abzuschaffen
Liebe ist passe
ich seh' große Leuchtbuchstaben
Geld regiert die Welt
Gefühle werden abgebaut
auch ich bin infiziert
ich möcht' nie mehr ein Lügner sein
ich will, daß ihr mich seht
ich biete euch Verzweiflung an
ich hoffe, ihr versteht
You should be so happy
You should be so glad
Twenty first century man
Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow
You still wander the fields of your sorrow
Let me come here and stay
The world is full of sorrow
Time
Time
Time
Time
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
And for myself I have no regrets
That time has taken what it soon forgets
A gambler's paradise in short vignettes
These stolen moments from the hourglass
A burning candle while the night-time lasts
Upon my pillow where my dreams float past
And all my memories seem to come alive
I think of everyone who still survives
And those who haven't may yet still arrive
I want to take the time to let you know
I've had a hard time letting feelings show
And through it all I love you even so
A poet's pleasure is to hear in time
The painter pictures what he's left behind
I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind
I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing
No way of knowing what tommorow brings
Chorus:
The son of the know thing flew into today.
He left in a hurry -- had little to say;
But fore the barking sub side in his wake,
He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake:
The Son:
Opulent givings are seldom a dread.
They help you relieve all them lies in your head.
But for the giving begets a sure vain,
Epilogue
One other year has left my life
One year bygone so soon
These were the days I sacrificed
These days were lived for you
Some came with winter in white
Some days were blown away
Some came with sultry summer nights
Some with October rain
Oh, how I long for utter silence
But who am I to know
When rain will turn to snow?
In a world of sorrow,
a tormented soul dreams of vengeance,
through man she will live,
"This is the declaration of the satanic war
This is the beginning of the end
I raise my chalice of hate
To greet the gods of war:
Abaddon, Dagon, Kali, Sekhmet...
[Kool Keith]
Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit
I'm not with that..
Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X -- the man
I'ma show you how to get wreck
The right way, not the wrong way
Watch me when I do this, pay attention
Check it out
Shut up! Step back! That picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin like that homey Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox, against an ALLIGATOR
I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or Later
I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
I make MC's go, "Heyy hoe heyy hoe"
Look at me now, whassup? HEY JOE!
You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood
Perpetratin wild when you're comin from NO hood
I wipe your style like doo doo, when I beat ya
Treat ya like an old Bible rhyme in school, teach ya
Like my son, did your mother tell you?
Pee pee's on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?
You know me, I know you, you droppin lyrics
on the record that's spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back
I rock styles on top, another Funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
You better go off and think, cause I'm your father
Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (5X)
Check it! One two, you don't wanna step to
crazy psycho patient from the Bronx, comin at you
I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X
People know they wack, in fact, I'm comin back black
Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
You say you good with the mic, man I wonder why
You think I'm sleepin? But y'all was gone beddy-bye
Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
Everywhere I go hoe, never ridin I walk
You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis B
I ride a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see
Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go down
I make you quit rap, and try to get with Bobby Brown
Slide and glide, Boogie Down like James Brown
Never will I say I, watch me when I do that
When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?"
I know my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard
I know you breakin your neck, to hear the X stuff
Back to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough
I look at millions of groups and tell em get back
Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (4X)
Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
You rappers been played like suede Puma's, yo bust it
I kick a style so rugged, they're makin ? wet
Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus
Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be
I make you cry kid, cover your face to me
I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti LaBelle
My job is easy when I'm draggin em down to hell
You know my story when I'm throwin you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif
I see these suckers better find another game plan
I never heard of you stupid! What's your name man?
Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald B
Jump on my tip, when you're takin a fall G
You see the style is mine, but can the X flow?
I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show
Kick it when I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track
I give you more than some comp, I give you no SLACK
People know I wreck, did that kid - get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum
Sic transit gloria mundi
And the buddha smiled
And by the wondrous radiance of that smile
Were countless worlds illuminated
Then came a voice saying
It is not real
It can not last
She says it's just not working out
She means she's found someone else
She says things are not the same
She means she's found someone else
She says that I need help
She says that I don't own her
What she means is that she's fucking someone else
She says we've got a lot of problems
She means she's found someone else
She says that she was with a friend
She means she's found someone else
She says that she is sorry
For the pain that I am feeling
What she means is that she's fucking someone else
She said she thought I was lying
She means she's found someone else
She say's she thought it was
She means she's found someone else
She says that I need help
She says that I don't own her
Seen the smile on her face
Coz she found another nigga
And she's bored with everything I've shown her
Sailin' away - alone in the ships of time,
Wanderin' bout the past - stayin' lost in line.
Never ending story of both night and day,
Everything's been lost along the way...
Over the years all the friends I've had,
Rushed to settle down before they died.
In the darkest hour - screams into the night,
Everyone's who never seen the light.
Someone's lost and someone's found,
Someone's movin' 'round and 'round.
Someone's pushin' all the way and hit's the ground.
Someone's came and someone's gone,
Someone's livin' on the run.
Someone's made it, someone's not,
To see the dawn...
Minute by minute, hour by hour's gone,
Left me alone, kept twistin' me 'round and 'round.
Every single piece of me will cry for help,
Do I have to take that final step?
Someone's lost and someone's found,
Someone's movin' 'round and 'round.
Someone's pushin' all the way and hit's the ground.
Someone's came and someone's gone,
Someone's livin' on the run.
Someone's made it, someone's not,
Hello again. This concludes 'The Everglow' by Mae.
I hope you enjoyed your journey. Goodnight.
There it was.
The final destiny.
A sunrise that never came,
still the night lamp that never faded away.
Farewell was the word,
and the afterglow was the brave morning.
Rising and telling everyone
You caused a lot of pain the day that you left town Ignited gasoline and burned the bridges down I guess you had no plans of ever coming home I wish you best of luck wherever you may roam Because there is no turning back the bridge is no longer there no way in for when you're down and no way out if I should care The cliffs are steep and rugged 1000 miles tall and hungry sharks swim down below if you should slip and fall It does not matter who was wrong what does not kill me makes me strong I listened to the words you said The one that I once loved is dead I'm not sitting by the phone I'm not dying here alone Keep on going your merry way and listen close, you'll hear me say I don't want you I don't need you -ANYMORE- Trust is hard to come by and loyalty hard to find and no ones ever gotten what they need by being kind There is nothing left for us to do but never give up hope that someone has the skills to cross this tightened rope
Xerxes: Such devastation, master...
A mighty civilization destroyed in the blinking of an eye...
decimated by the madness of a rogue demi-god...
Altarus: Indeed, my young apprentice.
Ancient Mu was annihilated utterly...
cast to the same shark-haunted grave as would
one day embrace Atlantis, Lemuria...
and even proud and noble Hyperborea.
Xerxes: And what became of the treacherous one...
the Chaos-dog Zurra?
Altarus: He was consumed by his own darksome power, young Xerxes.
A splinter of his consciousness was returned to the
prison beneath the Mare Imbrium,
while another echo of his being was dispersed
along the filaments of the space-time matrix
to a period before the first battle in the War of the Lexicon was even fought.
The primary facet of the black-hearted Zurra was condemned
to a limbo of such unimaginable tortuous magnitude,
that it made the horrors endured by dread Angsaar himself
seem like naught but a lover's caress in comparison.
Xerxes: Such power as was wielded by Zurra corrupted his heart, master.
His quest for the Lexicon was not a desire
born of the eternal search for cosmic enlightenment,
but rather of a vain hope that such elucidation
would allow him to understand the horrors which blighted his own immortal soul...
Altarus: You may yet one day understand
the intricacies of the sidereal web, young apprentice.
Come... the mists once again cloud the great cosmic eye,
and the vista darkens for today.
But rest assured, my youthful neophyte...
there are many more stories in this vast, eternal saga yet to be told...
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows
Lord knows, lord knows
Lord knows, lord knows
Nine years have past since we started time together spending
Another ten is what we would pretend
So much time was spent fifteen men mending
But we always knew that there would have to be an end
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows
Lord knows, lord knows
Lord knows, lord, lord knows
And so are time is over
My reasons I will no longer defend
I'm not worrying about the where and why for I am living in the now
I always knew that there would have to be an end
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows I'm a killer
Lord knows, lord, lord knows
And so our time is over
Now I write this final letter
To whom it may concern
It is time to close a chapter
The last one in this world
Soon as I'm done writing
It's time for me to go
I make the final cut
And let the red stream flow
I'm thrown in death's embrace
I feel its soothing warmth
Calmess on my face
I close my eyes for evermore
Down the road to the unknown
I walk the narrow
And I feel the comfort
Of leaving life behind
Soon as I'm done walking
Take your knife out.
The blade is deep in my back.
(But it's not the first time.)
Can we figure a way to bandage the wound?
('Cause it's not the first time,)
Your misguided soul is playing the fool.
Nurture your ignorance, and nurture
nurture your ignorance.
Beware of betrayal which lurks
in the hearts of all.
Don't cloak the animosity.
La-dada-dada-dadada...
Living in a continuing soap opera,
where you are the coroner,
and I'm lying in the morgue.
Slithered and strangled me,
(I know, I know) I've done the same.
With tired eyes, too soared to rest
I feel so cold inside
This weariness! But I can't sleep
It keeps me stay awake, oh, why?
Through the old window
>From out of space
He must have seen it
Long time ago
I ran away from
The Rue d'Auseil
Where he banned our downfall
In other dimensions
And he gave his life away for the world to live on
What have we learned?
no music.. just some guy talking.
Un Eco de escombros
el mustio peso de la vergüenza
gather twilight/ sun warm ears go cold
ape-like in prayer/ still and gone sister no
distance and time/ maybe make love stay
mother hold time / milk drunk easy mind
butcher and peel/ the feeling slips clear away
ape-like held ground/still around sister no
Gambling and god/ might make love stay
a common enemy/ maybe make love stay
drunk wife ride out/ this sunday meal
ape-life undone/ quiet wife still and gone
bullets and guns / maybe make love stay
Narrator:
"So, after the death of HEIMDALL and Loki, the last bloody battle ended
Victory crowned no one as it new king...
And when the fatal flames burn out, from the ashes of the fallen kingdoms
A new age began, a new spring arose
When the mountains crumble into the sea.
When the stars fall from the heavens and scorch the earth.
Then every knee will bow before the flame.
And every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.
When to his end the old man came
Death told him "You'll not die in vain"
And on his lips the fatal kiss was placed
But from within his falling chest
The old man uttered one last breath
And had we heard his parting word
[** scratched **]
"What does it take"
"to be a great"
"MC"
If you ask me, it's much more than Master of Ceremonies
Because a lot of Masquerading Cornballs
Don't realize it also means Mad Creativity
In this day and age of mediocrity
There's two types of rappers that you'll recognize and hear
But I prefer the ones with the lyrics of the year
Than the gimmick with the gear and the right puppeteer
Now you can be the next rock ?? Shakespear
You're still 10 steps away from having a career
You step up the plate to earn respect from your peers
And end up on deck for the remainder of your years
I suppose this means greatness takes blood, sweat, and tears
It also takes an industry that doesn't breed fear
Or pumping all this mindless crap up in your ears
And ?? in the contrast of what you get to hear
You got to recognize it's a determined idea
A righteous young mind is a devil's worst fear
But when you wanna give the people peace and satisfaction
Everybody's mama wants a piece of the action
So now I fall victim to supply and demand
Immaculate conceptions, born illegitimate
Destined to be the greatest story ever missed
Which means it's meant to be for whoever's hearing this
[Chorus 2x]
When it's all said and done it should be heard and seen
'Til this cold-hearted game forces us to change teams
While the lust for the loot spreads out like gangrene
So the haves chase their tails while the nots chase their dreams
As the years chase the days, past the futures, meet fate
Like your firstborn, waiting for pop's release date
Postpone, meanwhile, I accumulate means
To revise and renew what was just heard and seen
It's been stated that I rhyme like God and I ?? like a poet
One hand ?? the other like Lady Macbeth
Flip styles like Bela Karolyi
Warm hearted, cold blooded
I write like opposite left
I left opposites right what they left off
My rights left right-wing as left to right beside me
Left my right hand man 'cause he left what's right
And I reserve the right to write 'til I'm free
'Cause I free styles with my pen,
That ya'll couldn't if you freestyled all day long
Literally, this literature designed for one orator
Stays on the head
Emcee's emcee, that I be the emcee's emcee
'Cause I am saying what I am thinking
Except when my mind's blinking
My eyes open even when my eyes' drinking
I's a socializer, but more so with those wiser
Ask yourself why's a music so misused it's self contained
And not self sustained
I myself contemplate this 'til I make myself complain
Shall my raps stay maintained, wrapped in cellophane
'Til they're unwrapped by human consumers?
Emphatically no, so I rap wherever I go
And let it grow up in your brain like a tumor
[Chorus 2x]
Aiiyo, ya think ya really know me well
There's more to me than ya mind got room for
And much much more than a clever verse or two
That's all you know about me, you ain't even knowing that
You think I give a fuck whether or not my record sells?
You're damn right but you see that ain't the way I'm keeping score
If one million people said it does that make it true
You judge my music by whether or not my pocket's fat?
Well, fuck you
When the cash cow you're milking
It ain't yours but the job pays well, don't it?
And if you're lucky you can even get to taste a drop
We'll see who's happy when you're old but you're not grown
You see me? Now, yeah, you'll see me later too
Fucking you up when the vantage point change, don't it?
I know what's hip, but you determine if it's hop or pop
You're just a man without a voice, pass the microphone
I know the diff between written rhymes and freestyles
You see, for me, it's like having sex or making love
And you should know by now I'm married to the pad and pen
But I'm entitled to cheat on her every now and then
Will your children know the hip hop history?
Will the songs you hate be shrouded in mystery?
Don't step to me with your stats and your date smarts
You know your neighborhood by street signs or landmarks?
I'm not talking 'bout the first record ever made
I'm talking 'bout the first one that ever made you
The first records that I played never played me
And I can still play 'em today 'cause they stay true
You know this time I'm only speaking on the timeless
It makes sense now and then, yeah, now and then
'Cause now it's making picture perfect sense and then
It's making picture perfect sense like it did now
Trapped in a raven colored August summer evening,
exchange the first kiss, gums are blistered, young and
teething, needing stratuses that left you crushed and
grieving to be French inhaled, we'd cuddle on the
couch and intertwine our kitten tails, pail like cicada
shells, stuck to elm trunks puncturing my eyes that
swelled shut from the way you smelled, blowing my nose
with images of him, the life lines from his hands
imprinted in your skin, and I was calmly interwoven in
your silky spiderweb holding a bottle of emotions,
choking, magnolia's growing from my open gashes, pin
the pieces of my heart to my sleeve, broke to
fragments, the broken glass was swept away by the ocean
splash, we wrote and passed each other suicide notes in
class, such a deafening pulse, the sound, of you, with
him, cause it's the silence Beethoven heard from his
own keys, the sound I never hear within the beauty that
disowned me, and left me searching for a couch to sleep
on, spitting at the mirrors embarrassed face, you hum
the sound of each song, and that's the silence
Beethoven only heard, the beauty of a child needing to
be self assured, the rudest way to smile in the company
of fate, this bitch is too afraid to show her face, she
won't talk to me in secret, but how she talks to me in
sequence describes how the foxes spent the eclipse, she
told me her autonomy's a defense, astonishingly
frequencies were properly distinguished from my
convoluted weakness, until I started vomiting so sea
sick, asphyxiated by the leash I walk with her in deep
shit, I hum the moon like Sonata and she'll cheat
quick, I guess it's never safe to guard your garden
with a cheap fence, but don't you understand the things
I would'a done for you, I followed that sound and got
flipped upside down, it's like the mind's distorted,
I'm keeping my direction during seasonal depression
like a knight in shining torment, so understand the
things I would'a done for you, I followed that sound
and got beat into the ground, I'm a love sick idiot,
infected, itching to breathe, you're a genius with your
clit on your sleeve, before you filled my spur wounds
with your sex poison, before you turned me to an ex-
boyfriend, when you could still un-stitch my skin with
that stare, I prolly would'a cared, but I don't God
dammit, but I hear you're so happy now, I hear you're
so happy now with him, I hear you're so happy now
Arcanum in Anchorage
Now that I have obtained what I requested you may return whence you came.
May peace be between you and me, forever!
Now I write this final letter
To whom it may concern
It is time to close a chapter
The last one in this world
Soon as I'm done writing
It's time for me to go
I make the final cut
And let the red stream flow
I'm thrown in death's embrace
I feel its soothing warmth
Calmess on my face
I close my eyes for evermore
Down the road to the unknown
I walk the narrow
And I feel the comfort
Of leaving life behind
Soon as I'm done walking
I've left the world behind
I saw you standing in the shadow
of my doubt
Inside the heart of some old stranger
looking out
If God could see you
then you wouldn't cried for sure
Of all the ones that suffered,
no one suffered more
Can I read your mind?
Can I read your mind?
Baby, let me read your mind
Then baby you can read mine
And now you're lying in
the spider web I spin
You realize there is no way
for you to win
You're breathing shallow
with a dying love affair
Try and look and find
that no one's living there
Can I read your mind?
Can I read your mind?
Baby, let me read your mind
(Two, Three, Four)
Why would a man who believed in no god
Sacrifice all he had
To kill or be killed in pursuit of a cause
Was the fate that called to him
And you can say he might be crazy
And some can't understand
That a life spent doing less than all you can would be a waste
There's only one way to truly succeed
And it's not through intervention
To influence the minds of the rest of mankind
Will best serve your intentions
And you can say he might be crazy
And some can't understand
That a life spent doing less than all you can would be a waste
If you just can't make the world what you want
At least you can make yourself
An example for others to learn from and see
The future for themselves...
And you can say he might be crazy
And some can't understand
Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do.
Und unter ew gem eise begraben
Liegt die deele da und schreit
Muss sich sich nahren, muss sich laben
An des daseins dunkelheit - nichtigkeit
English translate: Epilogue
And buried under eternal ice
There lies the soul and cries
Has to nourish, to refresh
On our being's darkness - nothingness.
If I believed
If I believed what I've been told
Every day
To say no grace every night I couldn't stay
Here alone
If I leave this place
Everything fades
What will my ghost embrace
Will my soul still fill a space
I walk the halls
Endless stairs
Here's where the floor starts to fade
With weakened knees I sway two ways and fall to the floor
Where I've prayed
It's not the same
I don't fall one way
One day my light laid wait
One night a nightfall sang
A fictional last few days
Raise your voices
This is where the good times went from me
Breathe in choruses
This is where the waning sated me
Stand in valleys
This is where the rivers coursed my veins
Line the shoreline
In a nightmare, I am falling from the ceiling into bed beside you.
You're asleep, I'm screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up.
And like before, you've got no interest in the life you live when you're awake.
Your dreams still follows storylines, like fictions you would make.
So I lie down against your back, until we're both back in the hospital.
But now it's not a cancer ward, we're sleeping in the morgue.
Men and women in blue and white, they are singing all around you,
with heavy shovels holding earth. You're being buried to the neck.
In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now.
I'm trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together.
You're screaming and cursing,
and angry, and hurting me,
and then smiling, and crying, apologizing.
I've woken up, I'm in our bed, but there's no breathing body there beside me.
Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep.
But I know better as my eyes adjust.
You've been gone for quite awhile now,
and don't work there in the hospital (they had to let me go.)
When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift.
I think you buried me awake (my one and only parting gift.)
But you return to me at night, just when I think I may have fallen asleep.
Your face is up against mine, and I'm too terrified to speak.
You're screaming and cursing,
and angry, and hurting me,
And I bet you wonder why
I can't look you in the eye
When I see you sometimes at the show....
And I always wonder how
you can keep your head about
As we pass you smile at me
Though I always turn away
I'm trying to repay
All those smiles that I never return
Now the days they seem so long
Because I'm all alone
It makes me wonder how it could ever have come to
Such a decision as this
She says it's not because of you
There's nothing you can say or do
To make me change my mind this time
I'm sure the truth is only one question away
Save it for another day
And questions produce lies
A beautiful but sinsister disguise
Something take my mind off of the pain
She says things could be that bad
But when you look at what we had
It makes me wonder how we could ever have come to
Such a decision as this
She says I'm the one
But don't have so much fun
When I'm gone cuz I'll be home real soon and then
She was gone away again
I never know when she'll be back
I never know just why she had to go away
She says I'm the one
But don't have so much fun
When I'm gone cuz I'll be home real soon and then
She was going away again
I never know when she'll be back
I never know just why she had to go away
And I bet you wonder why
(Jason)
Far away
19 years now,
There’s no pain left in this scar
Behind, us now,
All the darkness is far away
Away
The darkness is far away
19 years now,
There’s no pain left in this scar
Behind, us now,
All the darkness is far away
Away
The darkness is far away
Disaffection falls like rain soaking the tempers of a distended kinship. Common culture gains momentum as common enemy. You stare antagonism in the eyes, but at a closer look you're face to face with coexistence. How far will opinions shove? To the edge of hatred or the end of...
[Instrumental]
Fragments of Leopold Staff's Poem
PASADENA CONTROL: It's looking good. It's going good. We're getting
great pictures here at Nasa Control, Pasadena. The landing-craft touched down on
Mars 28 Kilometers from the aim-point. We're looking at a remarkable landscape,
littered with different kinds of rocks - red, purple.... How 'bout that, Bermuda?
BERMUDA CONTROL: Fantastic! Look at the dune-field.
PASADENA CONTROL: Hey, wait. I'm getting a no-go signal. Now I'm losing one of
the craft. Hey, Bermuda, you getting it?
BERMUDA CONTROL: No, I lost contact. There's a lot of dust blowing up there.
PASADENA CONTROL: Now I've lost the second craft. We got problems.
BERMUDA CONTROL: All contact lost, Pasadena. Maybe the antenna's...
PASADENA CONTROL: What's that flare? See it? A green flare, coming from Mars,
kind of a green mist behind it. It's getting closer. You see it, Bermuda? Come in,
Bermuda! Houston, come in! What's going on?
Tracking station 43, Canberra, come in Canberra! Tracking station 63, can
you hear me, Madrid? Can anybody hear me? Come in, come in...
Not long later, In the plane of Vorneas,
Life took back it's place.
Flowers, trees, bushes grew,
Animals came, Making disappear
The last traces of the battle.
The plane, fertile,
Attracted people,
Who built their houses there
And lived in harmony with nature.
From Zul'Dahr's empire of evil,
By the sacrifice of Mallek,
No trace remained.
J'me retrouve assis l?, apr?s c't'album, ?ternelle feuille blanche
Toujours la m?me sur laquelle j'planche, sur laquelle mes vers dansent
Solitaire quand tout le monde dort
J'arrive pas ? me taire, faut que j'?crive, c'est ma drogue (ouais)
J'ai c'besoin de me confier ou de m'lacher
J'crois que ?a me lib?re et qu'au final j'me sens moins attach?
L'album est dur, comme Slim me l'a dit il est trop pur
Pour gu?rir ma maladie, j'ai que l'?criture
J'pensais qu'apr?s l'avoir fini je serai ? m?me
De m'consacrer ? ma famille mais merde c'est la m?me
J'suis toujours mal, mal dans ma peau, mal dans ma t?te
Plus j'avance et plus j'suis seul, c'est un fait
Mec, j'aimerais t'dire qu'j'ai trouv? la paix
Mais c'est pas vrai, donc perso j'continuerai ? rapper
J'continuerai ? rapper, ? balancer mes textes
Sur sc?ne ou dans ma chambre, j'reste un auteur interpr?te
Avec c't'album, des pages de ma vie j'viens arracher
Donc c'est normal si une partie de mon public est f?ch?
J'ai pas voulu faire le dingue ou le psychopathe...
Au final, j'suis qu'un mec qui flingue et qui ?pate
Et qui parle de c'qui s'passe dans son entourage
Parce que c'est la rage qui domine et nous habite et ce depuis le d?part
Que les mecs qui ont suivi quelque chose l?vent la main
J'parle pour ceux qui agissent et, se soucient du lendemain
Chaque soir ma vie j'la remets en sc?ne
S'en suivent des textes qui s'empilent et qui s'encha?nent
Qui m'entra?nent loin d'ce monde et d'ses peines
Loin d'ce mal qui nous gangr?ne, j'use de mes mots pour apaiser ma haine
Ecoute si ma vie d'artiste se concr?tise pas
Qu'il en soit ainsi, avoir fait ce disque est d?j? une victoire
L'album est noir car noire est ma carri?re
J'aurais du sortir d'puis des lustres mais ?paisses sont les barri?res.
Alors j'encaisse et fais un biz de ma tristesse
Si j'avais pu sortir avant, j'l'aurais fait en vitesse
C'est juste la vie un jour ?a passe, un jour ?a casse
D?dicace ? ceux qui m'suivent depuis l'd?but
Qui ratent pas une occaz' de m'?couter
Les vrais savent que j'suis d?go?t?
Quand on vient me voir :"Wech Cas pourquoi t'as pas tout niqu??"
Pourquoi j'ai pas tout niqu?? Va savoir j'ai t?tre rat? le coche
Apr?s "Lyon" et les street tapes, le public ?tait pourtant dans ma poche.
Ecoute mes morceaux tu m'verras grandir
D?s "j'ai la mort" ? aujourd'hui, mon parcours aurait pu ?tre pire
Quand on est jeunes normal on a la rage
I will find a way to move on
Discontent had its day the pleasure's gone
If you ask me to describe
What I could want with all I've got
I'd say good days and thank you's
Instead of all these question marks
'Cause when I found you
I thought my life was charmed
And we'd be safe from what
Has happened now has happened now
APOLOGY I'M SORRY APOLOGY I'M SORRY
APOLOGY I'M SORRY BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS
No one knows just why I can't stay
Starting over's alright the end so far away
I know I seem careless
My moods they change like the weather
So I ask your forgiveness
While I pull myself together
In the meantime
I live I work I wait I hope
I still have faith
That what was mine can still be mine
APOLOGY I'M SORRY APOLOGY I'M SORRY
APOLOGY I'M SORRY BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS
In the meantime
I live I work I wait I hope
I still have faith
That what was mine can still be mine
APOLOGY I'M SORRY APOLOGY I'M SORRY
APOLOGY I'M SORRY BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS
