a future pornography

one last scream
welcome to boot camp
get your knifes out
rub in sunscreen
this summer will be long and hot

no howling
no barking
a price we won't pay
we go shoplift our lives and then beat up the cashier
now get out of our way
our getaway car is a fully armed tank

fuck your world – this is ours
your laws don't apply here

we refuse to take part
we'd rather be dead
for a life that's worth living

we may look like you
but we don't feel like you
we just disguise to survive and sabotage

with every tear i cry
with every smile i share
with every song we sing
with all my heart


on my last night in europe
uniform, overall, suit and tie
nine to five, all your life, nine to five

two more years they say
and you’ll be like them

and in the end it’s all just slavery
we work for money that we spend
on things we’re told to need
ask yourself is this what we are living for
i wait right outside the office door

i wait for you
with a backpack full of stars
each one is a dream
that you are about to lose

in the name of love this must come to an end

the song with the golden arm
hey save from food to run the label
and yeah mending shoes to repair the van
holidays or an amp that works
a family or on tour with friends
doing shit jobs for the music
quit your job to play a show
ideals we share and visions that we have
we live the dream, our actions spread the word
a privacy called sleeping bag
and a van that is called home
hungry but full of passion
punk is no career

a love for music a love for the notes
a passion maybe taken way too far
and if no one in this world can understand
be sure that we'll be there
embracing you with golden arms

one day you'll wake up
and your records sell like candy
and your shows are all sold out
the majors, they went broke
d.i.y. rules the world
music means passion
you know you deserve it
though you don’t care if it comes true

life love no regret
we show the world that it is possible
to live outside the system, cooperate in mutual aid
to be free
fighting, breaking way for the change to come
living the life that we are denied
x'ed up hands and mohawks
starting to question answers
let the riot - start tonight - here we go

(there's a) party at the crack house
we need a new nudism
expose your true beliefs
we need a new nudism
undress, undress
no time for asking for names
no time for discussing reasons
we need armed resistance
and new sensations for a future pornography

we need a new pornography

the sound of snow
i try not to remember, i try not to forget
the promises we made and the secrets that we had
if i forget them i will lose you
but if i keep them i will lose myself
into the night i call your name
but if i scream like no tomorrow
there will still be no reply

embrace me, cover me
fill my lungs with frozen death
help me to forget
kill my love before it kills me

so white and so cold
if you touch it it melts like hope

a smile is still a smile
and a sigh is still a sigh
and memories will be memories
but there will be summer again
in the part of my heart that you used to live in
and there will never be sunshine again
for my eyes that have witnessed your grave will go blind

and i will never forget you

propaganda of dance
dance, dance like we could still change the world
with the power of conviction
like everything would still matter - like it would
dance, dance like there was no tomorrow
for indeed there won’t
if we refuse to take part in this masterplan called future

it’s about art, rebellion and life itself
no time for clichés, we came for change
for revolution, no more standstill
move on

high on caffeine we go out and smash car windows

turn it up
we’re commanding ourselves to the beat

totally off topic intermission:

and sitting in this cold backstage room while all the others were asleep.
talking about multiple orgasms and having someone that you love die.
we’ve only known for a few hours but we opened up our hearts like there was nothing more natural in this whole damn world.
it’s moments like these that keep me from resigning.
that make my life a little less senseless.
the intimacy of a single night. this is how i spell life.

i can dance to it
this is my revolution

the kurhaus manifesto
ladies and gentlemen, may i have your attention please?
this is the kurhaus manifesto.
don’t believe in anything you hear in a song!
don’t believe in anything you read in the booklet of a record!
don’t believe in anything a band says on stage!
a band is not a political organization! musicians are no political leaders!
never believe in what we say!
never trust us!
always think for yourselves.
always think for yourselves!

microphysics of power
digging out trenches on the mined playground of discursive ethics
building up bunkers, pouring our mindset into concrete forms
resigning ourselves to the deductive logic of dialectics
we feel so supreme, but every antithesis is just as wrong as the thesis itself

in theory we are just practice
but in practice we are just theory

there is no truth and there will never be
maximum dissent forever
never trust a majority or a minority that tries to become one
reality must be destroyed
turn this minefield into a dancefloor
reality must be destroyed
turn this minefield into a dancefloor

paint your world with your own blood on every wall you pass

selling our bodies to pay bail for our souls
no part of no nation
no part of no class
forming new tribes
by choice not by fate

we're young, we're free
to be what we wanna be
to be what we wanna be

create the anarchy

du und ich wir lassen nichts als verbrannte erde zurück

from gainesville to hamburg
whenever i could see no dawn you brought me through the night
whenever i lost my path you put me back on track
you kept me from resigning
whenever i was about to do something stupid there were your three chords to save me

i’d like to say thank you for the tears to dried
i’d like to say thank you for making me cry

trading sleepless nights for hope
these are no rough winds
this is a class five hurricane
ready to erase everything
and we're in the eye
waiting for a wall of air to tear up human life
meteorologists don't make the weather
still we keep praying to them
maybe the storm is gonna vanish - anyhow

and the dull knocking in the back of the head
each time the telephone rings
you better sit down now
no, i won't sit down now

so many words never spoken
so many candles never blown out
and all the waiting
and the powerlessness
i wish i could help you
please don't die
please don’t die – not now

it's never to late to break a contract
the sun was just about to disappear behind the horizon but it got cooler only imperceptibly. these damn midsummer nights. no wonder the kids come across stupid ideas and start to riot.
- there, you hear it?
- yeah, it’s starting over.
somewhere in the distance, in a faceless street canyon something had exploded. black smoke was rising but you couldn’t say from where exactly. there was just too much concrete blocking the sight.
- since the gangs sacked the barracks there’s a hell going on. now the kids armed better than the riot cops.
- i really wonder when they will deploy the military.
- oh, the military. it’s been long since they were doing what the government is telling them. they just try to stay alive and make a living.
- maybe, but i’d never have thought it would come down to this.
- what? that the shit is gonna collapse?
- yeah, i mean this is exactly what we were singing about all the time. all these songs by all these bands, you know. this whole revolution thing, this is just what takes place out there right now. this is really it, you know, and i’d really love to be part of it. - well then why don’t you just go out there?
- ha, like we hadn’t sold ourselves. we are part of what they’re rebelling against out there, don’t you know that. we are nothing but fucking traitors.
- hey, who do you think that i have betrayed, eh? i’ve never pledged loyalty to no one!
- you haven’t? and what about yourself? don’t you think your i from back then would be appreciative of your i of today?
- well, i dunno.
- but i do. your i from back then would beat the shit out of your i of today. and so would my i from back than with mine. and you know what?
- what?
- we would be damn right to do so.
- you’re exaggerating.
- i ain’t. the very moment that we lost our hopes for a better future and started to make the best of the world as it is was the moment that we betrayed our fucking selves.
- so what? we had to go on somehow. we had to survive. you be going against the current all the time. that’d be killing you. really.
- like we’d be alive…
- aren’t we? stop being so fucking self righteous. you live and really not bad at all. there’s a hell of a lotta people who’d be killing to have your social security.
- well, i guess that’s just what’s going on over there where the smoke is ascending, ain’t it? why can’t i take part in this or maybe turn back time and start it all over.
- why? do you think you would change anything? you are a fool. you’d do everything again just exactly the way you did it before. maybe some minor changes here and there but in the end you would resign again and join this big game that we call society!
- hey, first of all maybe you call it society. i still call it what it is: exploitation and suppression and assimilation or sedation or… ah, whatever. and secondly…
- yeah, what?
- secondly i wouldn’t let it come down to this. i mean, i wouldn’t let it get to a point where i might have a chance of betrayal, you know?
- and how in the world do you want to do that?
- i’d start early burning down all the bridges so i got no chance to turn around and go back. i’d have bacchanal sex with ever changing partners of every gender. i wouldn’t let a single day pass without breaking at least half a dozen laws. i’d give a fuck about school and college would be nothing for me but a place to hook up with co-conspirators. i’d never work and if i’d do so however i’d steal from my employers whatever i could get my hands on. i’d spray paint the truth on every fucking wall and go to the church services to beat up the priests. every day i’d fall in love anew and every day i’d get my heart broken. i’d slash the tires of public busses so the people can’t get to work and get some spare time for something more reasonable. i’d just do everything to make myself unbearable for this society so it wouldn’t even try to absorb and assimilate me. and whatever i’d be doing, i’d do it radically ‘cause i’d know that we’re all doomed anyway. i’d know that every day i don’t live the revolution is a day spent in prison, a day not worth living at all. i’d just refuse to walk this bullshit trail of death that is called life by those who don't know what life really means. or even worse those who know it but who don’t dare living it. like you and me… like you and me…
- you know what? your melancholy is so pathetic. if this is really what you feel why do you sit in here and wine about left out chances without realizing that you’re missing countless of them right now? why don’t you just get yourself out there and do something?
- yeah, really… why don’t i just do that… why don't i just do that...

in the meanwhile the sun had set and the reddish shine of numerous fires was illuminating the night. armoured cars patrol in the streets and the spotlights of helicopters are cutting through the dark. the air is full of noise and the smell of burnt rubber. maybe destruction is the only kind of change possible in a world like this. maybe this is how it’s got to be... maybe...

die or get rich tryin'
thrown into this world against our free will and told the lie that life made sense
but not in this world, this world's a dead place, far off the way we want to live
born to be slaves, to be machines programmed to reproduce our chains
this fucking system is within us and it will live as long as we survive

we got nothing to lose but our lives that are our chains
as long as we ourselves have the system inside us every cut
in our wrists is a die, system, die – arteriotomy

let the blood run and wash away the truth
we want to live and if it is a lie

and in the end we'll be together – for hope we sacrifice our lives
and in the end we'll be together – for hope we sacrifice

this is the end, oh let this be the end