SOLEFALD - 1999 "Neonism" Track List: 1. Fluorescent (the total orchestra) 5:19 2. Speed increased to scaffold 8:27 3. CK II Chanel N.6 3:31 4. Proprietors of red 6:33 5. A motion picture 1:55 6. Omnipolis 5:36 7. Backpacka baba 5:24 8. Third person plural 4:03 9. 04:34 PM 3:22 10. The new timelessness 6:00 2. Speed Increased To Scaffold ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A sotto voce song for the soprano singer Whose tyrannical arias won't cease to linger Bob's out there- none of us play cool Classmates in a haunted school Agent Dale Cooper won't take you any higher C'mon li'l boy 'n play with the fire Surrounded by the presence of the absent teacher Both knowing silence as the music of the future Surrendered at the serpent's burning gates of fear If you think that this is hell- the truth's in there The world situation calls for evacuation We wait in the dark for the next ejaculation Your black finger nails clasp the candelabra Turn the light on I see the abracadabra Naomi does the catwalk even when it snows Male photographers so envious it shows The stage their temple their trampoline to trance Trampled and turned by the transvestite's dance It's not Naomi- it's the Marlboro Man If you want to run I understand The night dies on a daily basis The solar orbit doesn't disturb my ekstasis Searching for knowledge in the spirit of Tintin Alone on a plain with Plato and Plotin My forehead bronzed by the Lamborghini moon I'm out of my night tomorrow at noon Lead the suntan astray kick the cancer away I'll kill my ego on a hidden highway Invoke the big silence on this small disc Trespasser listener on your own risk Outside of our chords and choirs of the sublime Reality is nothing but a heartbeat in time Outside of the bass and the blitzing blastbeat A massive vacuum whose ambition's complete All-sound without sound booming all around All-sound without sound booming all around Enjoy the years of work in these minutes of movement You evolve in our improvement With a linear scaffold still to fulfill I exercise a style of radical will Accelerate the ratioplane past the sound barrier To accomplish the bang the whole of my career Masculine motorcar Technowork sublime Be beaten or compete this is the last heat The Tiger Sky's jaws break the neck of Time Speed increased to scaffold Silence be complete 3. CKII Chanel No. 6 ++++++++++++++++++++ Come to me through the channels of the soul Pantheon of designer rock'n'roll The war broke out in the back of my head No victims but several dead Clear the lounge furnished with skulls Put out my heart and replace it with pulse Love is the glue of our fragmentary nature Highly compatible with winner culture Marx in the red corner Machiavelli in the blue Equality asked for K.O. and got it too The police shield and the arse-licking swan System run by N.Selection & Son Charles Darwin- I don't want to be rude But the panic-stricken herd trades its neck for food Ladykillers Maneaters fight about the roadmaps Predators chase prey from mobile death-traps Coco Chanel- welcome to hell Let me out of my prison cell I bring you hot towels and flamboyant oils I'm a cat stuck beetween transparent doors Prometheus chained I wait for the eagle To peck out my liver through the bullet-proof glass Survival of the fittest suits me fine The truth as it was told to me by Calvin Klein 4. Proprietors Of Red +++++++++++++++++++++ The world is my will and I will a cigar A coronas corona creation of sound Cedar matchsticks light the best Cuban brand Hiroshima hides in this fat Havana A motion picture to rewind and remaster The director died in a Nietzschean crash Franco-American power premiere CKII Chanel no. 6 Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red prepare the cigar The black car slid through the dust on its aluminium belly The snake granted them the power from an unexpected angle C&K clad the continents in haute couture The clothes are worn out it's time to undress A scene in fast motion The New Timelessness Some Tom Cruise crosses the landing ground His last cigarette before changing history The pilot climbs into the Priapus cockpit Uncle Unkind's got something to deliver A readymade rainfall of stillgoing drops Compact disc cinema constructed for passion propaganda Across the widescreen Proprietors of Red Prepare the Big Boy Let's inhale the Big Bang Some billion years in one single breath If you want to be to Omnipolis what God was to Sodoma Open this 7. Backpacka Baba +++++++++++++++++ Crime's the other side of what's right Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth On a plain flat planet he would've been white Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth Selling shades on the beach my daily routine Matches the irony of your Western magazine Papayabananacakecoconutjuice! Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news White man came across the sea To change my under-developed diaper White man came across the sea To wipe my ass with tabloid paper I'm a passionate man help me first Ease my hunger quench my thirst Can you see yourself devoured I'll do anything to stay empowered Part of him feels like some new kind of Noah But all he can carry is a m3 of Goa Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down He travelled to listen not to see On Arambol Beach his guitar will still sound When the last black man's crossed the sea His earth turned flat his passport photo black Backpacker Baba's never coming back 10. The New Timelessness ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Proprietors of Red and Priests against Prozac Propose one hour of messianic mozart Wolfgang Amadeus a.k.a. Muzak Got himself a VISA and went wild in the popmart The 23rd player thrashing the rest of his team Flashed his ability to discard the mainstream Largo to presto he grieves the accelerando's finite Headphones on tight more beats pr minute! Stepping on his watch enters the state of Freedia Fucking the hostility inherent in the media >From chronological to kairological measure of the linear time Unjustly installed as the distinguo between work and pleasure Serial time personal sublime Immortalizing the point on the line that's meandered in a circle The revolution of all the small parts that constitute the cosmos in Which you speed for a paradise moving just ahead but slightly faster Middle-aged monster get out of here! Cyclical patterns don't fit your square ear Sensing so slowly you mistake the Sunset of Sole For the longed-for legendary sunrise of old Your sexist ratio pervades the hearts Your racist sexio misinterprets the arts Decay's seized your sensorial protection The only thing evil's your own perception We rest on day seven On day eight we blast heaven