The nomenklatura (Russian: номенклату́ра, Russian pronunciation: [nəmʲɪnklɐˈturə]) were a category of people within the Soviet Union and other Eastern Bloc countries who held various key administrative positions in all spheres of those countries' activity: government, industry, agriculture, education, etc., whose positions were granted only with approval by the communist party of each country or region.
Virtually all were members of the Communist Party. Some authors who opposed the Soviet regime, such as Milovan Đilas, critically defined them as a new class.Orthodox Trotskyism uses the term caste rather than class, because they saw the Soviet Union as a degenerated workers' state, not a new class society. Later developments of Trotsky's theories, notably Tony Cliff's theory of State Capitalism, did refer to the nomenklatura as a new class.
The Russian term derived from the Latin nomenclatura meaning a list of names.
The term was popularized by the Soviet dissident Michael Voslenski, who in 1970 wrote a book titled Nomenklatura: The Soviet Ruling Class (Russian: Номенклатура. Господствующий класс Советского Союза).
Just think of the lives you could swap with your own
While you're selling your coats, you're sewing your own
You know it's not the easy way
Sometimes we've got to pay to play
With finger paints and macramé
It's time we asked the sea and say
Could you bring a different nomenclature?
Now the colors have bled to gray
To ones that don't exist in nature
A nomenclature is washing away, washing away
A nomenclature is washing away, washing away
But did it carry you away, carry you all the way?
Did it carry you away, carry you all the way?
Nomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away
Nomenclature's washing away, oh it's washing us all away
(Verse)
In the beginning
I came into being
As a single expression
Pushed out from her organs
(Interlude)
I don’t know what I shall be called
How will ever? How will I find my home?
(Verse)
After a while
We gathered the others
And formed a new language
Pushed out from our organs
(Chorus)
I want to know what I shall be called
I need a name for I need to have for my own
(Verse)
Our appetite for ambition
Into delightful divisions
Fractions of fractions
And each have their places
(Chorus)
I want to know what I shall be called
I need a name for I need to have for my own
(Verse)
I got words in my body
I got words in my body
Turns to partition everything
Nomenclature
(Chorus)
I want to know what I shall be called
I need a name for I need to have for my own
I got words in my body (I got words in my body)
I got words in my body (I got words in my body)
I got words in my body (I got words in my body)
Ballots on again
Amusing
On your knees
Ascend!
Role play
Mimic puppeter
Your subpeoned
A travesity to sit
Confuse quality for shit
Asthetics is how we sell
Adrift from the loop
Is a gift that's disguised
As a warning
Banalaties a hit
Here's a rare consumer tip
Buy the fallacy the myth
Let's repent to circumvent
Fruitless
Can I have a grand?
He'll understand
Supply and demand
Can I have a grand?
Built to withstand
Built in a plan
So well endowed
Well renouned
Pound for pound
Youth is fodder!