Lonely days Eternal nights Sweet words of youth In paradise Where only emptiness Remains the same I love you more and more in pain Quiet dreams In golden cage Were sent to us From different age To tell the story Of love and hate I wish Id never seen your face before Sleepless nights The city lies Dark blue shadows On the wall All the pictures In my mind I love you more and more in vain Good and evil Death, despair All these pictures Everywhere Love has come and love has gone I was left here on my own Now it seems so far away I love you more and more again Again Again Again Linear notes to 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 mans 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 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 dont understand this, burn it. We insist on your freedom. The chance wont come again. The only key to the riddle is to accept the absence of a key. Kapital is the key. LAIBACH Is Part Of NEUE SLOWENISCHE KUNST. All track written Programmed At NSK Studio Reichstag, Ljublana, Recorded mixed at Worldwide, London
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