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Вокал: Джо Ричардсон (Joe Richardson)

Got 99 to life
Stabbed a man with a butcher knife
Ain’t no way out in sight
All this sufferin’ serve me right

Mornin’ grub, gon’ need me some

Вокал: Джо Ричардсон (Joe Richardson)

Backslider, Backslider, headin’ for hell
Caught in a landslide, pure ‘caine trail
Paleface, no trace, hidin’ from the man
Starin’ at the mirror with a gun in your hand

Backslider, Backslider, lost in pain

(Vocals by Toni Halliday)

Come on, the night is young
Seek me out
because I'm ready to get stung
So long, so long, feed me

Come on, show me

Вокал: Николь Блэкмэн (Nicole Blackman)

Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn't quite prepared for.
He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch.

Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It's been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn't quite prepared for.

He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch." I like how the skins look on your white hands. I'd like you to deliver one of my demands." He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."

I sat astride his chest, "It's just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it's just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It's just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up,

I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn't coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "It's just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.

Вокал: Николь Блэкмэн (Nicole Blackman)

So let’s be done with this. You said “I want you, I don’t want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.” Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you’re in the middle of someone terrible and you’re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It’s more than you can hide, more than you can manage.

I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia.

You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She’s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you’re just looking for a clean sleep. She doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You’re so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I’m butcher, now you’re bone.

A girl who can't shake off the smell
of a man she met but didn't know well
She thinks she feels him in her skin
She thinks she sees his sideways grin
She sees him on the street by chance
Follows him as if entranced
Gets on a train that he gets on
A girl like this she is possessed

With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth

I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray

Let it slide, let it slide

Get your nightcap mama, and your gown
Little before day we gonna shake 'em on down
Must I holler, Ah, must I shake 'em on down

I done stop hollerin', I done stop hollerin'
Must I shake 'em on down

Baby got somethin' I don't know what it is

Вокал: Даглас МакКарти (Douglas McCarthy)

If your body's feeling bad
And it's the only one you have
You want to take away the pain
Go out walking in the rain
Watch the flowers go to bed

Every time I think I'm gonna wake up
Back in the jungle
Every minute I stay in this room
I get weaker

Each time I looked around
The walls moved in a little tighter

Вокал: Карла Треваскис (Carla Trevaskis) / Джо Ричардсон (Joe Richardson)

Did you ever wish that someone would come and save you?
Did you ever wish that someone would come through for you?
I’ve been waiting to receive my emancipation, but...
Intruders just keep coming

Round and round, here we go again, oh no

Вокал: The Golden Gate Jubilee Quartet, бэк-вокал — Диаманда Галас (Diamanda Galas)

Well stop, great God, stop there and listen,
Listen to the story 'bout Jezebel.
Her sins were so wicked Jehovah got angry,
Her soul went leapin' and jumpin' into Hell.
Way back yonder in the olden days,

Вокал: Хильдия Кэмпбэлл (Hildia Campbell), текст читает Хепсиба Сесса (Hepzibah Sessa)

There's a song that tells you
About the sounds you hear in the night
The animals crying because they're hungry
And the child crying at night
Because he's hungry and lonely

Вокал: Текст читает Саманта Корбэлл (Samantha Coerbell)

Sip still, gotta be enough.
Wide palms slap skin, let the hitting begin!
A done deal. Discarded piles of dignity.
Another anonymous evening of Absolut flesh.
And tonight, it's got to be enough. It's got to be enough.

Luscious Apparatus

written by Wilder / Estep

Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold

I wanna write myself
on the walls of your heart
Because the knot that holds us
altogether throws us all apart
I'm gonna stop myself
before I say something true
Because the answers
that roll from my tongue

Вокал: Текст читает Саманта Корбэлл (Samantha Coerbell)

Mind numbing, mentally crushing, membrane sloshing noise.
Manhattan rumbled through night and I never knew that.
Had suspected, had read it on t-shirts: 'The city that never sleeps.'
But didn't need to believe it.
The onliest sound I believed was the train pulling out, heard from 'bout 6 blocks away.

Вокал: Джо Ричардсон (Joe Richardson)

Deep down in Louisiana
Way down by the ‘cane
Lived a Mambo, name of Queenie
She sure deal out some pain
Like the deep ole’ Atchafalaya
Her soul was dark as mud

Stalker (Radio Edit)

I can make a perfect picture from a voice
Her serenity oozed into my ear
It didn't take long for her to know me
and I knew it felt good
Pick me up and use me
Pick me up and use me she was saying

Вокал: Даглас МакКарти (Douglas McCarthy), струнные (виолончель) — Оливер Краус (Oliver Kraus)

I can make a perfect picture from a voice
Her serenity oozed into my ear
It didn't take long for her to know me
And I knew it felt good
Pick me up and use me
Pick me up and use me she was saying

Вокал: Диаманда Галас (Diamanda Galas)

I'm gonna walk on up to heaven,
I'm sure you'll see me there.
Might be the last dead man to make it,
Hell yes, I know that I'll get there.
I will be wearing clothes of fire

Вокал: Джо Ричардсон (Joe Richardson)

A thief on the left and one on the right
Up on the hill about twilight
One lived forever, the other died
While a thorny head hung to one side

Two got to heaven from The Killing Ground

Вокал: Текст читает Роза Торрас (Rosa Torras), бэк-вокал Диаманда Галас (Diamanda Galas)

Aquell matí em vaig llevar, no recordo on ni tan sols el temps que fa, i tot havia canviat. Però jo no ho sabia, encara, i més m'hagués valgut no saber-ho mai. El meu mуn era petit, però suficient, abans. Deixа de ser-ho. La meva vida, un cel particular, nul.la incertesa, dolça soledat; més tard, cau soterrat, previsibilitat maleïda, asfixiant aïllament. Mai res no m'havia fet tanta falta. Ni la sang que per les venes em corre no necessitava amb la mateixa urgиncia. Mentre el dolor creixia, de sobte, aquell soroll estrepitуs, insuportable. Cridant, plorant, vaig cуrrer. Era incapaç de sentir els meus crits, de segur esgarrifosos. De sobte, l'abisme s'obrÍ sota els meus peus. Morir, volia. Recuperar el meu cau, la meva estimada soledat, els meus llimbs, la meva preuada illa. I vaig caure. Queia, sentint-me cada vegada més prop d'aquell horror, del meu propi dolor, del més terrorÍ fic despertar dels meus sentits, tot just acabat de descobrir. Ja no recordo quan va ser que vaig despertar aquell fatÍ dic matÍ , aleshores salvador. No recordo quan fa que estic caient, que caic, veient la fi més propera cada vegada però amb la incertesa de si mai arribarа. Ara el dolor sembla no tenir lÍ mits. El dolor i la por sуn tot el que sento. Tinc por de caure per sempre.

Русский перевод:

Когда я проснулась этим утром, я не помнила ни места, ни сколько было время, и все изменилось
Но я не знала этого, пока не знала, и было бы лучше, если бы никогда и не узнала

I want to know how it will end.
I want to be sure of what it will cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.

I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win.

Из альбома
Recoil - Bloodline

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Kick it!
Lord help me to believe I've got the need.
Killed by the world I'm filled full of greed
Dead to the touch of a human hand

Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown
Maybe 'fore day we're gonna shake 'em on down
Bukka's stopped hollerin'
Oh, must I shake 'em on down
I done stopped hollerin' mama
Must I shake 'em on down

Too much of jelly to be throwed away