Laibach Apologie

Album: rekapitulacija 1980

Seit wann, Soehne der Wahrheit, seid ihr Brueder der Nacht?
Was hat eure Haende blutrot gemacht?
  Der Ausbruch in der Nacht ist die Bluete des Leids,
  mit ihr kann nichts entschuldigt sein.
  Nicht zerschlagen laesst sich der Luegenaltar, der Altar
  der die Form vervielfacht immerdar.
Unbeflecktes Bildnis, Lichter ohne Pein,
schauriger Naechte Schutz allein
  Des Geistes Kinder sind wir und Brueder der Nacht,
  deren Versprechen nicht zustande gebracht.
  Wir sind schwarze Geister von dieser Welt,
  besingen des Kummers verrueckte Gestalt
Die Erlaeuterung ist die Peitsche, und du tropfest Blut:
  Zum hundertsten Male zersplittert der Spiegel der Welt,
  eure Mueh' ist vergeblich; wir haben die Nacht ueberwunden.
  Unsre Schuld ist beglichen
                            und unser das Licht
(Laibach Apology
Since when, sons of Truth, are you brothers of the Night?
What has made your hands blood red?
  The outbreak in the night is the flower of pain [?],
  nothing can be excused by that.
  The altar of lies will not be broken, the altar
  that multiplies the form forever.
Immaculate portrait, bringer of light [?] without pain,
only protection for horrible nights
  We are children of the ghost [spirit] and brothers of the Night,
  that does not keep its promises. [?]
  We are black spirits of this world,
  we extol the mad shape of sorrow
The explanation is the whip, and you drip of blood:
  Break the mirror of the world for the hundredth time,
  your hardship is in vain; we have defeated the Night.
  Our debt is paid
                     and ours is the light)
("Laibach-Apologie" (or "Apologija Laibach" as the Slovenian original
version is called) was written in 1982 by then frontman of the band, Tomaz
Hostnik, who committed suicide in December that year. I believe it was his
suicide note. It doesn't appear as a song on this album, only as a poem
(translated into German) in the CD booklet, but it appears on at least
three other Laibach albums. A live version is found on "Baptism - Krst Pod
Triglavom" (their score for a theatre production). A studio version is
found on "Trans Slovenia Express", a 1994 collection of Slovenian bands
covering Kraftwerk songs, and on the 1987 album "Slovenska Akropola",
released in former Yugoslavia only.)
(There is a much better English translation in the book "Neue Slowenische
Kunst", but I don't have it.)

Le Privilege Des Morts

Album:  kapital

La realite souhait etre complexe
Qui vous permet decouvrir le monde sous un forme
A cause du role, la vecu (?) dans la brassee (?)
Vous demande logique comme un source de beau
Et les noirs autre allez (?)
[Allez! Allez!]
L'ete les communications, peut-etre verifiable
Le vie dans la future, vous tournerai sauf
Role et signification de l'ensemble?
Le charge, le source je vais maintenant
Quelle est le privilege des morts?
L'amour, la verite, les nuits en lumiere
Mais je ne sais pas encore
[Capital, de la douleur]

[Capital]
Capitaliste
[Capital, de la douleur]

Capitaliste
[Capital, de la douleur]

La mort
Quelle est le privilege des morts?
(?)
Ecoutez (?)!  Nous voyons la verite que vous ne pouvez plus voir!
La courage et la hontesse, la generosite les sacrifices, pas au contraire
nous allons (?)!
(Allez! Allez!)
Allons la detruire, et commence (?)
Quel est votre secret?  Dites-le-moi, dites-le-moi
[Capital]

[Capital, de la douleur]
Logique, de votre enigme, je trouverai
Quel est le privilege des morts, exactement, dites-le-moi
La mort, la porteau est bloque
La porteau est bloque
La mort, la porteau est bloque

Leben Tod

Album:  opus dei

Es gibt ein Leben
es gibt ein Leben
es gibt ein Leben vor dem Tod
nein nein nein
ja ja ja
Es gibt ein Leben vor dem Tod.
Wir geh'n zusammen
wir geh'n zusammen
wir geh'n zusammen und das wird wahr
nein nein nein
ja ja ja
Wir geh'n zusammen und das wird wahr.
Es gibt ein Leben
es gibt ein Leben
es gibt ein Leben vor dem Tod
nein nein nein
ja ja ja
Gegeben war der Tod dem Leben.

Leben Heisst Leben

Album:  opus dei

Wann immer wir Kraft geben
geben wir das Beste
all unser Koennen, unser Streben
und denken nicht an Feste

Und die Kraft bekommen alle
wir bekommen nur das Beste
wenn jedermann auch alles gibt
dann wird auch jeder alles kriegen
Leben heisst Leben!

Leben heisst Leben
wenn wir alle die Kraft spueren
Leben heisst Leben
wenn wir alle den Schmerz fuehlen
Leben heisst Leben
heisst die Mengen erleben
Leben heisst Leben
heisst das Land erleben

Wann immer wir Kraft geben
geben wir das Beste
all unser Koennen, unser Streben
und denken nicht an Feste
von jedem wird alles gegeben
und jeder kann auf jeden zaehlen
Leben heisst Leben!

Welch ein Glueck das es vorbei ist
wir dachten nichts wird anders
jeder Augenblick der Zukunft
ist ein Gedanke an vorher
weil wir alle Kraft vergaben
wir gaben alles Beste
und jedermann jetzt nichts mehr hat
und der Tod nun aller harrt
Leben heisst Leben!

Life is Life

Album: opus dei

Originally performed by Opus

When we all give the power
We all give the best
Every minute in the hour
We don't think about the rest

And we all get the power
We all get the best
When everyone gives everything
Then everyone everything will get
Life is life!

Life is life
When we all feel the power
Life is life
When we all feel the pain
Life is life
It's the feeling of the people
Life is life
It is the feeling of the land.

When we all give the power
We all give the best
Every minute in the hour
We don't think about the rest
And everyone gives everything
And every soul everyone will feel
Life is life!

And we're all glad it's over
We thought it would last
Every minute of the future
Is a memory of the past
Coz' we gave all the power
We gave all the best
And everyone lost everything
And perished with the rest.
Life is life!

Linear Notes to Kapital

Album:  kapital

DEATH IN CONVERSATION
words is no longer grasped. An isolated word, a detail of a plan can
be understood, but the meaning of the whole escapes. Once you know the number 0, you believe you know the number 1, because 0 plus 1 equals 1. But 1 is not 0 plus 1 in everlasting union unless you understand
the meaning of plus. One word cannot hurt. In the Kinderreich mankind
adds words together to make a sentence. As they learn the sentence,
they learn order. Undo the sentence and you undo order. The sentence
is a cell, the word a padlock on meaning. Warning! Every sentence is
for life without parole. Meaning has become entirely a shared
pleasure, shared and passed on like a message between prisoners.
People think reality is another word for chaos. But in reality it is
more complex. Legend embodies it in a sound that enables it to
spread all over the world.

TIME
Time is like a circle which is endlessly described: The declining arc
is the past, the inclining arc is the future. The noise of time is the
present clamouring to be heard above past voices raised in mourning
for their lost future. But the past is all one can know in his life.
It is the form of all life, and this quality cannot be changed by any
means. No one has lived in the present or will live in the future.
Memory is man's bid to transfix the flow of time or encompass the
infinite dimension of space. It is restricted to encapsulating
privileged moments, like death, in a syntactic order that, tone by
tone, will shape into music. Music is the illumination of the
unbridgeable distance, as vast as space, between thought and act.
Music betrays the past in attempting to relive it. You cannot know
real time by listening to music. At best it is a damage limitation
exercise on eroded memory. You cannot reverse time with a sound
signal. The past presents its future, it advances in a straight line -
yet, like a serpent swallowing its own tail, it ends by coming full
circle.

RIDDLE
You think more of what has been that of what will. The forms and
references are too complex for human understanding.A simple
instruction is usually insufficient to put into execution. We have
developed by leaps and bounds, guided by electronic brains that
developed themselves by posing and solving problems beyond human
comprehension. A calculating man is a coward. Calculations have to do
with profit and loss. To die is a loss, to live is a gain, the
calculating man decides not to die. The hunter who chases two rabbits
misses them both. If you must fail, fail splendidly. Hunt two tigers.
The cause of human problems is birth. The cure of human problems is
logic. Hell or other people? Several of our circuits are looking for
the solution to your riddle. Problems [living and dead material,
people and ideas] have been assimilated. The unassimilatables have
simply been erased, transformed into a holographic error.

ESSENCE
We see the truth you no longer see. The truth is that the essence of
man is love and faith, courage, tenderness, generosity and
sacrifice. The rest is the monolith, created by progress, whose task
is to calculate and project the complex of control. Each man carries
the seed of his own death. Everyone lacks electricity, so they behave
illogically. The acts of men, carried over from past centuries, will
gradually destroy them. We are merely the logical means of this
destruction. We do not moralize. We record, calculate, draw
conclusions and produce replies which are difficult and sometimes
impossible to codify. We deduce an above average intelligence. We are
sometimes in mortal need of superior intelligence. At other times we
have no less mortal distrust of them. The essence of so called
capitalist society is not an evil volition to subject their people to
the power of indoctrification or the power of finance. It is simply
the natural ambition of any organism to plan all its actions. In other
words, minimize unknown quantities. Before, nothing. After, nothing.
Everything we project shall be accomplished. Once you understand this,
burn it. If you don't understand this, burn it. We insist on your
freedom. The chance won't come again. The only key to the riddle is to
accept the absence of a key. Kapital is the key.ÿ

Maggie Mae

Album: Let it be

Traditional

Dirty Robin Maggie Mae,
Did I've taken here the way
And she never walked down lounch beat anymore?
Oh, the Church he quilly pounder,
Robin at home a bound,
That dirty noke Robin Maggie Mae.

Disapart of a little pew,
The edit turn me too,
Took part ten a week there was my pay.

Message from the Black Star

Album: jesus christ superstar

I am the storm bringer and the bearer of light
I set up the Nobel prise and invented dynomite
I raised you up after the fall
Without me you would be nothing, nothing at all

I am the builder of Babel, a stairway to Heaven
He replaced the tower with a million nations
And then He told you to love, love one another
Then again He said, fire! brother against brother

He is the dreamer who demands too much
I am the realist, I expect nothing as such
Beware false idols, belive in me
Beware false idols, belive in me

He says I make work for idols hands
That sloth, envy and rage erode time's sand
Plus gluttony, greed, impurity and pride
That makes seven ways to keep Him occupied

He fulfilled every step in my masterplan
When His son upon this earth did crashland
He was my twin, my faithful negative
It was me who really showed Him to live

He is the dreamer who demands too much
I am the realist, I expect nothing as such
Beware false idols, belive in me
Beware false idols, belive in me

Welcome to Hell, you already know my name
For that you have your Lord Jesus Christ to blame
He did my work well, He was my greatest creation
Through Him I spoke to you and to many a nation

It's hard for you with your dying breath
To speak my name ang go into death
Knowing that I and only I am the one

The only one...

Mi Kujemo Bodocnost

Album: Rekapitulacija

Vsak c'lovek v sehi razplamtel je sile,
junas'ka vstal, za borbo stiska pest;
nam vsem svobodne zarje so pogum napile,
da izkujemo previco in tiranom vest!
Ogenj smo, ki za svobodo se je vz'gal,
raznetil se, razs'iril, razplamtel v viharje!
Smo ogenj, ki iz nas bo vas izz'gal,
pjavke nas'e in sence nove zarje...
Mi ogenj smo, jeklo, tnalo in kovac'i;
pravko kujemo, svobodo v to celino.
Mi vstajamo, vstajamo v prostost
in rastemo mladostni v s'irino!
MI KUJEMO BODOC'NOST!
(Wir schmieden die Zukunft
Ein jeder Mensch entflammte in sich die Kraefte
und erhob sich heldenmuetig, die Faust zum Kampf geballt;
aus dem Morgenrot der Freiheit schoepften wir den Mut,
den Tyrannen das Gewissen und die Freiheit auszuschmieden!
Wir sind wie Feuer, das fuer die Freiheit entbrannte,
flammend sich zum Feuersturm entfacht!
Wir sind das Feuer, das sich aus uns in eure Herzen frass,
unsere Blutegel und Schatten der neuen Morgenrate...
Wir sind wie Feuer, Stahl, Amboss und Schmiede.
Gerechtigkeit und Freiheit fuegen wir zu einem Ganzen.
Wir erheben uns, schreiten hinauf ins Freie
und ebnen breit der Jugend ihren Weg.
WIR SCHMIEDEN DIE ZUKUNFT!)
(We Forge The Future
Every man roused the powers within himself
and rose like a hero, hand in a fist for the fight;
we made courage out of the dawn,
to forge conscience and freedom from the tyrants! [???]
We are like fire, that burnt for freedom,
flaming, heightened to a firestorm!
We are the fire, that burnt out of us into your hearts,
our leeches and shades of the new light of dawn...
We are like fire, steel, anvil and forge.
Justice and freedom we join to a whole.
We rise, walk out into the free air
and smooth the way for youth.
WE FORGE THE FUTURE!)

Nova Akropola

Album: Nova akropola

compagna dei maccella: eja, eja, alala!

Ne razpihumjo ognja iz ust zivali,
bojmo se zanamcev, skrivajmo svoje namene:
eja, eja, alala!

Izostrimo cute, eja, eja,
veter zge med zitom, eja, eja,
nase meso disi po ozganem: eja, eja, alala!

Namenili smo si Veliko Strast:
KDO DVOMI O STRASNI MOCI TEH ROGOV!

English translate: The New Acropolis

We are all crucified, chosen members of the
butcher's guild, compagna dei maccella:
eja, eja, alala!

Let's not blow the fire from the mouth of the
beast, let's fear the progeny, hide our intentions:
eja, eja, alala!

Let's sharpen our senses, eja, eja,
the wind is burning in the wheat, eja, eja,
our flesh smells scorched: eja, eja, alala!

We destined the Great Lust for ourselves:
WHO DOUBTS THE TERRIBLE POWER OF THESE HORNS!

One After 909

Album:  Let it be

(John Lennon - Paul Mccartney)
My baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 9.09
I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line
I said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby don't be cold as ice.
I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 9.09
(one after 9.09)
I begged her not to go and I begged her on my bended knees,
You're only fooling around, you're fooling around with me.
I said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby don't be cold as ice.
I said I'm trav'ling on the one after 9.09
(one after 9.09)
I got my bag, run to the station
Railman says you've got the the wrong location
I got my bag, run right home
Then I find I've got the number wrong, well
one after 9.0,
one after 9.0,
one after 9.09.
(song first appeared on Beatles album 'Let it be'
Transcribed by IITI

Opus Dei

Album: Opus Dei

When we all give the power
We all give the best
Every minute in the hour
We don't think about the rest
And we all get the power
We all get the best
When everyone gives everything
Then everyone everything will get
Life is life!
Life is life
When we all feel the power
Life is life
When we all feel the pain
Life is life
It's the feeling of the people
Life is life
It is the feeling of the land.
When we all give the power
We all give the best
Every minute in the hour
We don't think about the rest
And everyone gives everything
And every soul everyone will feel
Life is life!
And we're all glad it's over
We thought it would last
Every minute of the future
Is a memory of the past
Coz' we gave all the power
We gave all the best
And everyone lost everything
And perished with the rest.
Life is life!