  
Krztoff - Lead vocals, guitarz, bass, sitar, drums, distortions, atmospheres, Kawai K-1, samples, porno, programming, Zoom FX, pedals, Roland W-30, line input overdrives.
Slave - Programming, EMS-Synthi, RFB-40 shortwave, Juno-106, Korg Monopoly, Oberheim Matrix 6, samples, loops, treatments.
Brett and Archie A.K. did backup vox on "Teknowhore" and "No I Don't Know." Omen spewed 'emu omenfuck' backgrounds on "You Can't Love This." |
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Produced by Slave and Krztoff
Mixed by Slave
Recorded in Music Palace, Long Island, N.Y.
Summer-Fall 1995
Engineered by Steve "Potso" Spaperri and Patrick Gordon
1/2in. tape editor - Slave
Album arrangement, sequence and interludes by Krztoff and Slave |
beneath the hopes and dreams of everything I know. I've seen the road to nowhere, I've seen it in my brain. What I want and
what I am, will never be the same! TEKNOWHORE!
3. Weather Control
Manic Depression!
My spastic obsession!
Lose and fall and fail and stop.
I make my way back from the top.
4. No One I Call Friend
All of them are losers! All of them are fake! All of them are demons! All of them just take! All of them are two-faced! All of them
just speak! So wrapped up in their own lies they don't see themselves so weak! NO ONE I CALL FRIEND! You are not my friend! All
of them are pathetic! All of them are shit! All of them aren't worthy! They're not worth my spit! All of you are victims! All of them
are thieves! Consume, devour and fuck themselves just like a piece of meat! NO ONE I CALL FRIEND! You are not my friend!
You're all fucking losers! Left you all behind. I took some time to realize, you are not my kind. All of you are gluttons! All of you
are mutts! Flap around in your own BILE, you fat, fucking sluts! NO ONE I CALL FRIEND! You are not my friend! You are not my
friend!
5. Habitual Sphere
Pain in my eyes, in my head, in my soul. Pain for the way that you take control. Pain for the way that your kissing my skin. Pain is
the key that will let you in. Pain is the feeling that's never subsiding. Pain is the word that the whole world is fighting. Pain keeps on
growing 'cause you are all lying. Pain is my friend now that everyone's dying. Pain on my hands. Pain on my feet. Smile on my
face. Death so sweet. A habit of fear. A habit fear. Fear is here in my habitual sphere. Begin the mutation to a castrated witch.
Implode through my arteries, slice off that bitch. I will be strong yet body so weak. Through death I live, true death I seek. A habit
of fear. A habit of fear. Fear is here in my habitual sphere. Fear is here in my habitual sphere.
6. Compound Pressure
I am the scumbag that you want to kick, because your girl - she sucked my dick. Frustration eats you from inside, knowing I got a
piece of her hide. So we laugh at you as I'm flying the cum, I'm the home wrecker and the damage is done. Your little slut, whore,
wife won't be the same, you make her cum - she screams my name! COMPOUND PRESSURE! You have no power, I devour. I got a
big fat cock and I shot her face, swallowed my spunk with no disgrace. Did her doggy style up her fucking ass, BILE style - bloody
and fast! Let all my friends dog her when I was through, she was thinking of you when she fucked my whole crew. I'm the lowest
motherfucker now that is true, but I fucked your woman to get back at you. COMPOUND PRESSURE! You have no power, I devour.
You ain't nothing, how does it feel?
7. Interstate Hate Song
I'm drinking the chalice, that is filled with BILE. There is no love, just hatred, bleed with a smile. A slit wrist, a big kiss, send you on
your way. Come down here with me, and blacken my day. They've already killed you, you can't be alive. There is no
indestructible, no one survives! They've already killed you, you are not alive! You are not alive! No one survives! Disagreement,
argument, judgement, then war! Peaceful harmony - these things I abhore! A bonfire, a bullet, burnt at the stake. I hate you, I
hate you, I hate you! I HATE!
8. Green Day
Toxins in the airways, venom for all to taste. A death grip love for my remote, spewing blood, shit and paste. Help me take my
medicine, so the pain will go away. I'm all fucked up on valium, I can't move my lips to say - The world is so beautiful,
everything's O.K. The world is so beautiful, what the fuck day is it today? It's a green day you dumb fuck!
9. No I Don't Know
I can talk and talk and talk, you don't listen to what I say. I can scream one thousand screams, you always cry, "No way!" You are
stuck in a little world, a closed mind, your fate. The more and more you look at me, the more and more I hate. NO I DON'T NO!
Things you do drive me up the wall, you do them to dig into me, hoping I will fall. Well I have some advice for you, so as not to
waste your time. I'm coming to a boil and vengeance will be mine. NO I DON'T NO! Feelings of love, feelings of hate, I can't decide
which one to take.
10. Suckers
11. Lowest Form
You are my life, my phantom god. You've got all I desire. You're not me, that's the strongest point of you. Abnormal lust, infects
my blood. You are all I admire. I am the lowest form of you. Piss all over me, I piss all over you. Despise my life, 'cause I'm not
you. I know that I'm a liar. I am the lowest form of you. I beat myself for you. I give myself for you. I'll do anything to, anything
to meet you. I'll lose myself for you. I end myself for you. I'll do anything to, anything to make you...piss all over me. I am the
lowest form of you.
12. You Can't Love This
A four part fictional melodrama, exploring the degradation of trust, the emotional death of love, the contemplation of suicide, and
the outlet of anger, to save one's soul. Although the piece is structured from a man's point of view, its theme applies to both sexes.
Often in life, relationships, without detailing the possibilities of its demise, fall apart leaving an innocent victim to brood in endless
depression. In this process of mental mutilation, the will to live dissipates and suicide becomes a selfish option whose only
achievement is leaving the ones who loved you a lifelong cross to bear. The realization of this begins the song's final chapter in
which the creation of anger spawns the idea that living is far more spiteful and control truly makes us strong. Although we are
taught to suppress anger and/or hatred, they are normal human emotions that act as healthy cleansings and sometimes lifesaving
problem solvers.
The creation of "You Can't Love This" is our way of releasing lingering pain. To cleanse and metamorphasise. An attempt to
problem-solve with the therapy of sound-art. This explanation is provided solely for those who might misconstrue the true
meanings as blatant sexism, senseless violence, or simple shock value. At the very least it's a story, nothing more.
Waiting alone in the back of a lie, chewing on stone cause I don't want to die. Breeding in muck, 'till my spleen rots away.
Screaming in dark, nothing more I can say. You can't love this.
Yes, the attitude puts you in fear. Screaming, contorting, the end is near. Hatred and hatred and hatred inside, you did this to me
now you must DIE. You can't love this.
Not liked and not wanted, not needed. Don't flaunt it. Not cool or down with it. Loser. Just stay seated. A creep in all aspects. A
creep in your backseats. A creep in all your minds. I don't care...
What you say means nothing. What you think means nothing. What you want means nothing. What you see means nothing. What
you take means nothing. What you feel means nothing. What you are means nothing. Who you are means nothing. Nothing...
I hate you you fucking cunt...
13. Solitude Is Bliss
So as you cry, as the tears slowly slip from your eyes.
I watch, standing, laughing above memories.
So as you die, as the blood slowly slips from your veins.
I watch, standing, laughing above memories.
I am a reflection of you... Solitude is bliss...