oder: The Last Trick. By Jan Svankmajer. In zwei Teilen. *Two magicians take the stage, seated side by side against an all-black backdrop. Each insists with a raised hat and a hand gesture that the other should perform first.* Was in unglaublicher Raserei endet. > spectacular attractions und mehr Hintergrund zu den Filmen von jan Svankmajer hier: SEEKING ŠVANKMAJER. ILLUMINATING THE DARK UNCONSCIOUS.
*Well, I lived with one, I lived with two,
I even lived with a third
I wanna tell you about number one
He was a miserable shitwringing turd
Like he reminded me of some evil gnome
Shakin hands was like shakin a hot, fat, oily bone
Holdin on for far too long
Yes he took me in, he took me in
He said that I looked pale and thin
I told him he looked fat
His lips were red and lickin wet
His house was roastin hot
In fact it was a fuckin slum
Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game
Black snow! Black snow!
Cocksuckstress, and I should know
Mean and vicious, her microphone always smelled suspicious
His and herpes bath towel type
If you know what I mean
I could not look at him, worm
He’d be takin a shower and who should walk in
He was the epitome of their type
Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe
Well you’re on the shit list
Thrust and twist, twist and screw
You gave me a bad review
And maybe you think that it’s all just water under the bridge
Well my UNfriend, I’m the type that holds a grudge
I’m your creator
I think you fuckin traitor, chronic masturbator,
Shitlicker, user, self-abuser, jigger jigger!
What rock did you crawl from?
Which ….. did you come?
You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum!
Hey four-eyes, come
That’s right, it’s a gun
Face is bubble, blood, and …… street
Snowman with six holes clean into his fat fuckin guts
Psychotic drama mounts
Guts well deep then a spring is fount (?)
I unload into his eyes
from: nick cave, scum (nicht ganz genau transkribiert, falls ich das *king ink* buch noch besitze, reiche ich eine korrektur nach!)