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Alban B. Clay (2014)

by The Slaughterhouse 5

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1.
Alban; “Note to one self: In this absolute moment, you are in the most indubitable of way’s, attending a very certain banquet…. Arthur says: Banquet!? -I remember once my life was a banquet. Where every heart revealed itself, and where every wine flowed And then Robert says: Wine, wine is bottled poetry And then Carl says: Poetry, poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits And then they all laugh. Hahahaha And then she does to: Haha Then Arthur says something funny in a intelligent and artistic way, like Carl, you dilly silly-willy-head And then they all laugh again: Hahaha And then my glass squeals like three little pigs ...Death...doom... and destruction”
2.
Poets; "Boy, then smite us with your paint roller, uh. Have that third-rater tongue leave us all unsung " Alban; “Dead-beat disco-thralls Lovesick pin-up dolls Infants in toilet bowls My own cattish cunt Fat ladies’ battle grunt Strawberry-nurses on hunt Ornamental teens Transcendental sleep-aid-queens Fun sucking fun-machines How about that? Do you, do you like it? Meet Alban B. Clay the Artisté" Poets; "Boy, then smite us with your paint roller Oh have that third-rater tongue leave us all unsung" Alban; “Despots on call Butchers on parole Pervert on pedestal A sweet-talker’s fate Sleepwalkers’ escapade Meat-stalkers on parade That’s so Claude Monet Love bespattered alleyways Bloodstains on somebody’s face How about that? Do you, do you, do, you like it? Meet Alban B. Clay the Artisté" Belle; "I really like what you’re saying – I think it’s magnificently awesome Oh the creative genius you are – and so lovely” Poets; "Well boy… If one wants to become one of us It can’t really be done but as thus;” “One must dive/drive/hike into the hell of which he sings/thinks/inks Must strife to give up his Belle - his cupid/stupid/suited wings. And jive on poor, sore feet as well, limbo his cist/bimbo his tryst Must dive right into the hell of Alban. B. Clay the artisté. “One must dive/drive/hike into hell of which he sings/thinks/inks Must strife to kill of his Belle, his cupid/stupid/suited wings. First, then rise, to feed people quell, to feed them bliss/great them pissed They’ll drink off the well, that’s Alban B. Clay the artistés" Alban; “I must strife to, dive into and jive as well. Oh and honey, well you be that bell. – I must strife to, then rise up and them quell, oh and honey well, oh and honey: Suitable as hell”
3.
Alban: “Sometimes you just wanna have your own fucking party... Ha! Then, seriously: The others have left. She has too. And so I am currently bathing, in the depraved neon light of the heathen altar that I have let erected to my amusement, all unaccompanied and alone and stuff. But just for a while I sense…. (Doorbell)… That’s not the postman"
4.
Alban: “Inside this trance we are fighting and biting our way through skin” Belle; “Inside this trance we are infants smothered in din and blood and sin” Alban; “Oh, oh oh - 1-2-3 grinder kiss, 4-5-6 grater itch – oh whim” A + B; “It’s a hideous dance that we’re dancing on hideous limbs – oh fun oh sins” Belle: “Your face is art when you’re screaming through a gory gag, I stag Alban; “Your face is art when you’re staring through a plastic bag, my myrtle flag “ Belle; “It’s like a placenta of bruises and blood – oh whim“ A+ B; “I’m all “Christ within” for “Sauce - Marchand de vin” Oh fun oh sins“ A+B; “Satan, conductor of our heartbeat Beat, beat each other up Aesthetics! Soundscapes and colours to come Sing – sing - sing along” Alban; “Take my breath away” Belle; “Darling, strangle me” A+B; “Rip me but leave me my limbs Oh fun oh sins “
5.
Light Bulbs 03:16
Alban; “She’s sickening, she’s bliss Mysterious notion Feverishly drawn To delirious oceans” “This world is on heroin ‘cause we are sharers of the needle This world is on heroin ‘cause I am” “She’s played her guilty part Hardcore devotion Deleteriously flawed By her toxic motion” “This world is on heroin ‘cause we are sharers of the needle This world is on heroin ‘cause I am”
6.
Alban; “Note to one self: even though you know, you’ve killed her, you got to stay in character. Remember: the easiest person to deceive is one’s own self…” Psychologist; “Sense of impending death” Alban; “Death sounds his name Church bell are rumbling I’m stumbling on stones in my backyard Done in “graveyardish style” Psychologist: “(De-realization) – Feelings of unreality” Alban; “Reality Like cupcakes at Lucy’s I’ve been given “the keys to the kingdom” But I urge to “come home” Psychologist: “Fear of losing control or going insane” Alban; “Sane, soundly flogged Sane like a mad dog I’ve been blooded; been splashing in scarlet pools Stashing H.D.C.V” Psychologist: “Depersonalization – A feeling of being detached from oneself”: Alban; “Self treachery - Note number seven: My body is over the over the ocean My body i’s over the sea” “Fivethousandthreehundredsixty- Five stars falling Falling on me” Just - just as ripe fruits on windy days Is my lover okay? “My lover (ah, ah) I’m paperback breathing (ah, ah) Them horsemen astray Them horsemen away (from you) “ “Fivethousandthreehundredsixty- Five stars falling Falling on me” Just - just as ripe fruits on windy days Is my lover okay? Sir Officer: “Hey Alban, I am so terribly sorry to inform you, that you’re girlfriend is dead. It’ seems her head burst. A very passionate love-affair being our immediate theory of cause” Macho-Men: “ Like an overheated light bulb or something.... ....like “Aaaaaarh - Pliiiiiing”. Pitty-Women: “Oh Alban, You must be so sad”. Masco-Men “But, hey… She, made the artistic scenery, of every man’s dream. She’s was naked, and there’s was a lot of blood. Loooots of blood” Alban; “My girlfriend is dead Cause some love, went to her head. It burst, just like that Oh what an artistic scenery” “My girlfriend is dead Cause some love, went to her head It burst, just like that I am sooooooo, sad”
7.
R.F.A.A. 00:30
Toast master; “Good evening gentlemen – Let’s start of with our distinctive song, as always accompanied by our very own; JS Billie boy and his “Brass banditz” “1,2 and 3 – blame society”
8.
MC Nazi: “Es spricht der Führer” Hitler: “Ich liebe alle normale, gesunde Menschen, und ich bin glücklich, mit euch meine Freundschafft zu teilen” Nazi-proud-crowd: “Wuhuuu” Belle; “I petname my father for fun, not absolution Hey Snaky Don” Alban; “Oh, it’s typical, how something a-typical, (beautiful), wiped out, by the man, you know” Belle; “I soil my , my undies for fun, not dime submission. Hey, Snaky Brown” Alban: “Oh, it’s typical, how something a-typical, gets wiped out, by the man, you know” Alban: “Hitler ’s back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitler ‘s back on a spring in the black, Black, dark of your’ lunchbox “Hitler ‘s back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitler ‘s back on a spring in the Black, black, black, dark of your’ door-lock. Alban; “It’s however not your fault, it ‘s the system’s Something’s generally wrong with the “structurality” of “organizefication” We live under fear, call ‘s ourselves free” Anarchy in the DK!!!!" Belle; “I tooth my, my carpus for fun, not your compassion. Hey snaky pain” Alban; "Oh, it’s typical, how something a-typical, beautiful, gets wiped out, by the man, you know” "Hitler‘s back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitler’s back on a spring in the black, Black, black, dark of your laundry" "Hitler’s back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitler’s back on a spring in the black, Black, black dark of your TV" “It’s however not your fault, it ‘s the system’s Something’s generally wrong with the “structurality” of “organizefication” We live under fear, call ‘s ourselves free” Anarchy in the DK!!!!"
9.
Friends: “Oooooh” Alban: “My love is all gone Like something that’s all gone” Friends: “Don’t worry our dear friend Fuck it, there’s plenty of fish at the end Get up and get it on” Alban; “My love is all gone Like something that’s all gone” Friends; “Don’t worry our dear friend Fuck em, fuck all of them fish at the end Get up and get it on Don’t worry, don’t queer friend Fuck it, there’s plenty of fish at the end Get up, get it on” Alban: “Are you aware of the fact, that “fish” in this case can mean both “Jesus” and “Vagina”? – Which, I must say, depicts you’re ambiguous personalities in a perfectly supreme way” Friends: “No, We weren’t aware of that, what we really meant was. ??? “ Alban: “Haha!! “
10.
Alban; “You’re a “rot-box” of meat I’m a bad rat, a fox ‘for a feast. A greedy beast “ “You gain “shit” from that picture, right? “Shit” in this case, means nothing, nothing at all” “I’m a sickie slaughter You’re my daughter, my wack-headed wife My doggie “Clive”” “You gain “shit” from that picture, right? “Shit” in this case, means nothing, nothing at all” “I said death to all of my friends I said death to all of my friends “Fuck it, fuck it, there’s plenty of fish at the end” I said DEATH to all of my friends “ “You’re jacked jittery jerks I’m your dear dirks, your pill-slip escorts You’re phone-cords, uhh!” “You see shit on this canvas, right? “Shit” in this case means nothing at all” “I said death to all of my friends I said death to all of my friends “Fuck it, fuck it, there’s plenty of fish at the end” I said DEATH to all of my friends “ “Friends, you’re coldblooded, bloat-eyed Live wholly in your bowls. Point is this: You’re actual fish” “Poor fish You’re so down to the bottom of the sea” “I said death to all of my friends I said death to all of my ... friends"
11.
Alban; “A child of solitude, or something like that” “A nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer it’s own solitude with sweet sounds” "Greatness works in mysterious ways..... mainly through solitude” Alban; "Mr. Hobo Spider I, dare you to move" “As I drowse on Chardonnay wine As I wait for the Babinski sign I finger some eyeballs To know if they are mine” “As I drowse on Chardonnay wine As I wait for the Babinski sign I scratch all my kneecaps One at a time” "Mr. Hobo Spider I, dare you to move" Alban: “And so I drowse on for absolute eternities! Until: Party Promoter 1 “Alban, get up… We’re going to “party like it’s party-time” .. Haha…. Party Promoter 2: “Let’s go mock at them fools, for being such fucking fools” Party Promoter 3: ”They can’t open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.”
12.
Alban; “Please your ass! There’ll be flash, n braindeading beat- mash. That they said, and then they wept: “Please join the “thrilling-sprees” bash There’ll be cash, holocausts n heat rash” That they said, now we regret We didn’t bring the self-destruction-kit” “So not our party Likely the opposite – Oh cuss!!! Hi Hilton, Hi Jesus” “Please don’t miss There’ll be piss, and punch-drunken genus sus That they said and then they wept: Please join the “thrilling-spree” bliss There’ll be that and this, this and that, then reminisce That they said, now we regret We haven’t lit this self-seductive pit” “So not our party Likely the opposite, oh no!!! Hi Hitler, Hi Bono” “So not “the party” Got fooled by the “smarty” by the fuss No Edgar, No Maynard, No Vincent, No Walrus “ Alban: “Damit, I thought the invitation said there would be Geniuses and not Genus Sus . I am so out of here” Panty-Christ: “Hey Alban, hi-hi” - Where are you going at that speed?” Is Alban leaving the building? – Hi,hi” Alban: “In fact, I am” Panty-Christ: "No, no, no – please stay – Don’t you think, it’s the greatest rave-party of the 21st century?” Alban: “No I’m not, you got me confused for a fictional character of some sort or such” –And my mind is determined, I’m leaving” Panty-Christ: ” No, no, no – I’ll lie down in front you, as a speed-hump if you try to leave.” Alban: “A speedy-hump, you say???” Panty-Christ: “Hi,hi.” Alban: “Yeah, hi, hi and stuff. “ Alban; “Lovecraft’s none, so you’re tramping on Down the Milky Way, with a hard on You do the flirt They pull the quirt Someone said “stardom hurts”” “Lindsay’s gone, so you’re move along With a hard on You lubricate Then you wait Someone said “stardom is faith”” The Slaughterhouse 5; “Less of a Rimbaud More of a B-I-M-B-O” Alban; “H.C’s none, so you’re tramping on Down the milky way, with a hard on. They pull the quirt You brainy bird Someone said” stardom hurts “” “Winfrey done, so you move along Down the Milky Way, with you’re heart stung You lubricate Then you hate No on said “stardom’s great”” The Slaughterhouse 5; “Less of a Picasso More of a B-I-M-B-O” Alban; “You say it’s the greatest rave party of the 21st century I think it’s not, but “hey, okay” Let’s fuck’em all, let’s freak it up at my place”
13.
Panty-christ: ”Oh my God. What a faboulous room. Are all these your…. ting-things with strings-things? Alban; “First we do the love Then the rough And lastly the killing Come on reach for the stars darling” “Quite humanoid In your shinny suit This is a symbolic screw” “First we do the love Then the rough And lastly the killing Come on reach for the stars darling” “Honey, lets get rough Just after love Just before the killing Come on screech for the stars darling” “Babe, when you fucked the milky way Woody, Monet, where you thinking of me? It’s just because….. No this is but a gush Leave it , I’m willing, we should do the killing!” “Quite humanoid In your sleazy suit Come get you’re symbolic screw” “Honey, no more “Poor-” No more “Whore” No more “ -Get out my beaux-monde store” And you’ll live on, in the hearts of thousands How your fame ’ll pour Through the floor, Through the - down to the beaux-monde store” And you’ll live on, in the hearts of thousands or more. The hearts of thousands for sure”.
14.
Alban: “Honey, babe, darling (Pt.1), what’s you name ?” Panty-christ: “Biiiiiiiiiiiiiib” Alban; “No its not ,– From always, till forever your name is Panty-Christ “ Alban; “I am picturing this: Panty in a sea of money, blood and piss Screwed and famed Christ-style Renewed, renamed, spotlighted and framed MY STYLE “ “I the genius Did this bloody mess I the genius Soil on canvas” “I the genius Did this bloody mess “Bla Bla Bimbo Belle” Suitable as hell” Poets; “Well…. Done…..Boy”
15.
Alphonse: "Sssssshhhhh"
16.
Alban: "I did my hell well "Slit-quit" my Belle well Did my sm-art, my greatness good Shit feels like it should" "I'm having too much fun Waiting, waiting on I'm like the chosen one Waiting, waiting on... " "...Someone Someone to say "U Kool. Mr Artisté" " "I did my quell well "hip-quiped" my "oh well" well Stripped my heart, outrageous dude Shit fells like it should" "I'm like the chosen one Waiting, waiting on I'm having too much fun Waiting, waiting on" "I'm not hearing much of din -Sinking, drinking, shrinking in I'm seeing much of sun -Stating: "fun", waiting on..." "...Someone Someone to say: "U Kool Mr. Artisté"" "Waiting for everyone to say: "U Kool Mr. Artisté" Waiting for everyone to say: "U Kool Mr. Artisté"" "Time is none to recreate But death will come to those who wait"

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released July 1, 2014

Tech; Frederik Kofoed
Mix; Asger Christensen (Aarhus Lydstudie)
Master; Morten Bue

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