The "Lehrter Str. Spritzparade 2"
© 1986 COMA Berlin Musiccassette 55min Stereo DM 10, (5,11 Euro)
10. Armee Alf und die Afterlutscher
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Beim Bund
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9. Der rustikale Ralf und seine ruestige Rasselbande
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Gute Nacht
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7. Karheinz Koepke und die Kahlkoepfe
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Ohne Gewaehr
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7. Der manische Manfred und seine monotonen Minnesaenger
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Lalla
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6. Jogi und seine Baerchen
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Der Neger
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The Negro |
5. Hamuel Hanfmann
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Banana Reggae
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4. Mono und die Mutanten
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So will es die Vorschrift
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3. Der letzte Lothar und die Leichen
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Alles kaputt
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2. Ludwig Lustlos und die Frustbeulen
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Aber jetzt im Ernst
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1. Klein, Kurz und die Kuemmerlinge
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Pinsel, Pansen , Punze
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0. Maniel und die Saeuselbengels
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Flieg davon
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Fly Away |
0. Norbert Niemand und die Nihilisten
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Das ist Nichts
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0. Goerk
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Und trotzdem
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With The Army Armee Alf und die Afterlutscher Beim Bund
Text: Coke Music: COMA
I got 60 kilos on my back plus a cable reel on top,
I'm running for my life during a 20-kilometer-run,
I'm loosing my helmet, I'm falling into my rifle,
the First Sergeant smacks me and roars: "It's not that difficult!"
I think he likes me because I'm so hard-working,
whatever I do, he is always around,
I am allowed to do everything for him, even polish his boots,
even when I hurt myself I may use plaster.
Day and night I do stand-by service, stand guard or pfc on duty,
yes, I like being a soldier, it's okay like that.
Gun maintenance never has an end for me
because I have to do anything twitwice and threethreethreefold.
The other ones are in PX and already wasted,
I am cleaning the toilet for the fifth time now, and I'm only hoping
that everything is clean now, but, no way, of course I'm ready
to do it all over again, because here they teach me accuracy and tidiness.
Left right left right, in a firm cadence march
they're all marching, and I'm marching with them!
Stand at ease! Attention! Fire!
Everyone shooting everything dead, and I'm with them!
The pretty uniform I especially like to wear,
with it we all look alike from afar and near.
The East remains German, the Russian is knocking on the door already,
I think I like it because here they make a man out of me.
I'm stumbling ahead, lost concentration for a moment,
I let everything go and I'm stuck in the swamp up to my neck.
The First Sergeant yells at me: "You call these boots clean? You're looking like a pig!"
He stomps on my head because this deserves punishment.
After I'm permitted to leave the swamp hole he shoves me in front of a tank,
sure he wants to test my reaction. He dances with glee,
because I am a good soldier, just my foot gets rolled over,
the rifle is broken as well. "You'll pay for this!" he mutters.
He throws a grenade to me which explodes in my hand
but this is not so bad because it's for my country.
"Attention! Stand straight!" he shouts but he doesn't watch out for the next tank.
Splash, he is dead and since then I am a premature pensioner.
Left right left right, in a firm cadence march
they're all marching, and I'm marching with them!
Stand at ease! Attention! Fire!
Everyone shooting everything dead, and I'm with them!
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Good Night Der rustikale Ralf und seine ruestige Rasselbande Gute Nacht
Text: Coke Music: COMA
When I wake up I try to leave the bed
but mostly my vision is blurred.
I don't have to see it, I know its smiling face,
it is placed next to my bed, my dear pocket flask.
How good that I even don't have to leave my bed for this,
the pocket flask jumps into my hand and gives me a long kiss.
Little sip is pleasant, now the day can start.
I already feel it, I'm doing better, joy makes my vision blur.
Don't need no food, because Korn* is liquid bread,
what was it which I wanted to do - yes, go shopping or I'll be dead soon.
I find one shoe only, normally you need two though,
well, I don't need any, it is warm, do I have the money on me?
The last 50 Marks from the welfare are firmly in my hand,
On the outside I have to pee, I'm standing right by the wall
when I notice the zipper is on the backside and my penis is too soft,
I think I'll have to change this, but right now.
It doesn't disturb me that the bypassers watch me strip,
much worse is, I'm tumbling and lose my sense of equilibrium,
around me many stars, this is the end, man.
While falling I take up the pocket flask and this was very brave
because the pocket flask breaks in my face and I got a bloody visage.
Good good good night!
Also my liver says:
"My best friend, he makes me strong,
one liter of Korn goes down to the core.
My best friend makes me bright,
of Korn, I never can get enough,
of Korn, I never can get enough!"
Good good good night!
Luckily I got the Underberg sixpack on me which I stole yesterday,
ah, little sip is pleasant, and this six times!
Without pants walking is easier, but it makes me thirsty,
next pub four beers, four Korns, which I drink rather hastily.
The way to the toilet is much too far, that's why I puke right at the bar.
Because I ask "what did I actually want?" I get thrashed with a broom.
I'm hardly outside again people start staring at me:
the last fart was a muddy one, my underpants are brown.
I'm feeling weak but rescue is near, here they got what gives me strength:
"One case of beer, four bottles of Korn, and six Underberg!"
A big gulp, the bottles emptied, I'm feeling full and lazy,
"It's astonishingly warm for January..." I keep thinking while I lay down on the snow-covered parkbench.
Good good good night!
(* to you auslanders: Korn is the clear German wheat/rye brandy, a very pleasant spirit. Rarely available in the U.S. but give it a try in Bismarck, North Dakota to where the Furst Bismarck Korn is imported from Germany. This is a premium Korn and we should know this because we keep drinking this stuff since our childhood. Prost.)
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Without engagement Karheinz Koepke und die Kahlkoepfe) Ohne Gewaehr
Text: Malum Music: COMA
Pick up your telephone
listen to the sensation
dial 100 100 4
the Russian is already knocking on the door
quickly hide your child and wife
no one knows how Russians are
most likely they are sex-crazed
and who knows what they devour
but there's no hurry about it yet
because these informations are without engagement.
TV displays the newest pictures
the Russian is running wild more and more
the Reichstag building is burning, it's burning again
Russian songs in the streets
but this is not so important yet
because these informations are without engagement.
Without guns, these informations are, as usual, without engagement
without engagement, these informations are, as usual, without engagement
A broadcaster said on the radio
West Berlin will be knocked out soon
the Russian has arrived at the KaDeWe
and at Lake Halensee, too.
Soon all of Berlin will be occupied
Quadripartite status is violated
but still the Berliner Bear is standing
because these informations are without engagement
without engagement, these informations are without engagement
without engagement, these informations are, as usual, without engagement
yeah, without engagement
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Lala Der manische Manfred und seine monotonen Minnesaenger Lalla
Text: Malum Music COMA
I am lala, you are lala
quick now, eat this firecracker,
it will make you bigger.
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
You play with a ball,
hit the goal well,
you're a soccer player.
Will you sing with me
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Me, I am Smalle,
these lyrics are moronic
but it is the latest hit.
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Me, I am Smalle,
these lyrics are moronic;
if you don't want to bawl with me
I'll slap you one on the ear.
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
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The Negro Yogi and His Little Bears Der Neger
Text: trad./COMA Music: COMA
Once there was a negro,
halli, hallo, a negro,
who said to his wife:
"I'll go in the woods now
and look for ass and pussy,
but you know very well:"
All your lifetime, all your lifetime
not all shots are the bull's eye.
we do the thinking, but others
direct your fate.
All your lifetime, all your lifetime
some things are not easy,
and because of that, people
need a fuck once in a while.
He met a pussy in the woods,
halli, hallo, a pussy.
The pussy was dripping wet!
"Well, come with me to my fuck range
on the green moss, there I'll sing you
a song which will make you happy!"
All your lifetime, ...
So the wild negro
halli, hallo, the negro
came home on midnight
There sat the wife and held a different
black cock in her arm
and laughed at him.
All your lifetime, ...
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Banana Reggae Hamuel Hempman
Text: Coke Music: COMA
Yesterday, man, me smoke dis big-big pipe wid me friends and we get stoned very much, man,
and we sit around dis big-big pipe and me say to de oders "let go to de zoo, it so good in de zoo, me want to live in de
zoo"
but all of de boys have big-big problem gettin up and find de way out, man,
and it is only me, finally, to go to de zoo and see dem big-big animals
and on me way, man, me hear sound like lion in me belly coz me hungry-hungry, and me belly is me best friend, and
when he say me hungry,
me is hungry, too.
Me have big hole in me belly, man, me nearly no can walk no more, and when me get to de sun me nearly broke down
by hunger, man,
and me have no money, too but me want go to de zoo, man, so it's good dat de entrance man no can see me because me
is too stoned...
So me run inside, me still have hunger, so me go to monkey house on monkey island, man, and me see ol' monkey eat
babana
and suddenly me realize dere ain't no such good ding on eard as dis banana, man,
and me ask de ol' monkey "please, Sir monkey man, please give me de banana"
but him ol' monkey no want give me de banana.
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That's What the Decree Says Mono und die Mutanten So will es die Vorschrift
Text: Malum Music: Malum
Everything has to be regulated or everything will go upside down, above and on, yes this is how the world goes round.
Chickens must lay eggs
the killer must cherish the truck
all policemen must piss
all plums must tumble
fire extinguishers must work
erect penises must stand tall
the pope must not be thrown at with dirt
tampons must be unused
blue nuts are illegal
our dead ones must be quiet
toilets must stay clean
dicks must be rubbed clean
That's what the decree says
That's what the decree says
Zippy's head must be pointed
everything must be spattered
eggs must be angular
camouflage net must be stained
humans must drink
shit must stink
flowers must be eaten while fresh
dead people must be thoroughly emptied
ears must smoke
the pope must be abused
looking out of the window prohibited
to a dick belong testicles
corpses must be dead
fire brigade must be red
money must be spent in drinking immediately
the pope may run around nude only
to every house belongs a door
green sausages they are mine
the human must stem from the ape
flimflumflemflames
That's what the decree says
That's what the decree says
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Everything in Pieces Der letzte Lothar und die Leichen Alles kaputt
Text: Malum Musik: COMA
Early in the morning it all began
that all tires on my car were flat.
On the way to the bus station a street light
laid across the street, I saw it from afar.
The bus was too late, about half an hour,
a bridge had collapsed, the rumour said.
"Sensation, sensation!" a newsdealer shouted,
"150 dead after skyscraper collaps!"
I felt a little uneasy, for plaster was drizzling in the subway station
but the station was all new, practically unused.
But there was no subway coming, only after a while
a man appeared in the tunnel, he seemed to be in a hurry.
"The tunnel has collapsed, about half a mile from here,
where, for heavens sake, is the station manager?"
I hastily left the station, panicky faces all around,
light was dim on the outside, just here and there a few lights.
Everything in pieces, everything in pieces,
the world is ending, now it's urgent,
everything in pieces, everything collapsing,
nothing will be leftover from this world.
Hustling and crying people were to be seen everywhere,
a huge crashing and bursting, the world seemed to end.
Considerately and in slow motion the houses around me broke down,
trees fell on the side, stone crumbled,
the pavement broke up, cars disintegrated,
I became very calm, nothing was urgent.
Everything in pieces, everything in pieces,
the world is ending, now it's urgent,
everything in pieces, everything collapsing,
nothing will be leftover from this world.
It took a while until the chaos calmed down,
when the air was clear again everything looked different.
One big field covered with ruins from metal, wood and stone
all around myself, I seemed to be the last one on earth.
I rambled thru the debris for hours
everything crumbled, dead or broken,
but then I found you, you managed to survive, too,
on the highest pile of debris I finally fucked you.
Everything in pieces, everything in pieces,
the world is ending, everything in pieces,
everything in pieces, everything collapsing,
the world is ending, and this is good!
Everything in pieces, everything in pieces,
the world is ending, now it's urgent,
everything in pieces,everything in pieces,
the world is ending
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But Now, Seriously Ludwig Lustlos und die Frustbeulen Aber jetzt im Ernst
Text: Malum Musik: Reuss
Yesterday evening at half past seven,
I had my fifth jug on the table,
a girl smiled at me,
a real hot chick.
She was still laughing when we left,
still laughing when I kissed her;
even when we started fucking
her breasts were jiggling with joy.
But now, seriously,
I'm not in the mood for laughing;
fun totally frustrates me.
I cannot fuck while I'm laughing,
it's a way too serious thing.
Enough laughing now, but now seriously.
Recently, at the Zoo train station
I suddenly had to laugh like crazy.
I quickly left for the men's restroom,
squatted on the bowl and spread my cheeks.
But suddenly I read one of these stupid graffitis;
because of my laughter even the toilet collapsed.
Since this day I am constipated.
But now, seriously,
I'm not in the mood for laughing;
fun totally frustrate me.
I cannot shit while I'm laughing,
it's a way too serious thing.
Enough laughing now, but now seriously.
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Paintbrush, Paunch, Cunt Klein, Kurz und die Kuemmerlinge Pinsel Pansen Punze
Text: Coke Musik: COMA
Paintbrush, paunch, cunt, oh yesyesyes yes
I'm eating my schoolbag, oh yesyesyes yes
If you punch my watercourse
I'll brush your rampion
Pizzlepazzlepuzzleanimal
one is two, and I am four
rifle muzzles have to be soldered tight
all Swabians have to be killed
we like to let our pants down
this will make your limbs move
front, middle, below through
a cow is not never no newt
Paintbrush, paunch, cunt, oh yesyesyes yes
I'm eating my schoolbag, oh yesyesyes yes
If you punch my watercourse
I'll brush your rampion
Being beautiful is a question of conscience
I always have to laugh when I piss
above, below, broken to pieces
I would like so much to be in there
brownie dwarfs can't wank
the pope does shoot morphine
bikers slay everyone
I'd like to have poison for supper
Paintbrush, paunch, cunt
I'm eating my schoolbag
If you punch my watercourse
I'll brush your rampion
Paintbrush, paunch, cunt, oh yesyesyes yes
I'm eating my schoolbag, oh yesyesyes yes
If you punch my watercourse
I'll brush your rampionl
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Fly Away Panickle and the Whispering Fellows Ich flieg davon
Text: Coke Music: COMA
It's difficult to explain what I'm missing in the moment,
I would so much like to see the big eagle fly again.
Cannot breathe here in these vapors
but you can't understand this anyway.
I fly away
like a balloon
don't cling to me
I fly away from here
I fly away
all loose
and weightless
I leave all this behind me
I feel great
I fly away
Have you ever been barefoot in the Sahara desert,
you know the palm trees of Hawaii?
Ever been we tfrom a tropical rainstorm?
I think you don't care.
I fly ...
Did you ever build a snowman in Alaska
or have you seen the Southern Cross sparkle at night?
Did you ever in your life follow a mountain lion on horseback
or did you try to walk from North to South?
I fly ...
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This is Worth Nothing Norbert Niemand und die Nihilisten Das ist Nichts
Text: Malum Music: Malum
This is worth nothing,when it's snowing at the equator
This is worth nothing, when a policeman shouts for help
This is worth nothing, a car without wheels
This is worth nothing, without a dick a woman is no man
This is worth nothing, which is out there in space
This is worth nothing, when a herring pisses into his can
This is worth nothing, the broadcasting producer is afraid and worried,
This is worth nothing, two gay transistors are jamming the reception
This is worth nothing, a cock one meter long
This is worth nothing, Bodo has tough luck
This is worth nothing, when you throw dirt at your pope
This is worth nothing, when you use hydrochloric acid as aftershave lotion
This is worth nothing, my Beetle giving birth to its third child
This is worth nothing, when the bedsheets have turned to a golden shade from masturbating
This is worth nothing, two elebugs dancing the tango
This is worth nothing, enraged I'm eating my schoolbag
This is worth nothing, when you force a jellyroll to stand straight,
This is worth nothing, or bring poo to a boil in a pot
This is worth nothing, a dick with four testicles attached
This is worth nothing, rubberman starts to puke
This is worth nothing, a masturbating dwarf in the toilet bowl
This is worth nothing, a rocket with an ejaculation engine
This is worth nothing, 10,000 coupling cows on the Berliner Ku'damm
This is worth nothing, seven presidents wallowing in the mud
This is worth nothing, the uvula is a chip of the old block
This is worth nothing, when the globe explodes there is a bang.
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And Still Though Goerk Und trotzdem schon wieder
Text: Reuss arr.: COMA Music: Malum
My head has one ball only - so what?
my scrotum is heavy as lead - oh wow
I cannot rub or pace
have never been a chinese gong - too bad
I am a real pig - there you go
I'm often pretty wasted - true?
I cannot brim while I am laughing
never stuck to the point while masturbating - well
And still though I still strongly believe
that something cannot be right with me
I don't like my penis - what?
when I'm playing with myself - choke
I don't have to blow but stink
intercourse - forget it - no, really
hard to believe but yodelling - everyone?
in Bavaria Smalle at the testicles - no
I can do more than just the sense
skin and hair and army and chin - yahoo
And still though I still strongly believe
that something cannot be right with me
My head has one ball only - so what?
my scrotum is heavy as lead - oh wow
And still though I still strongly believe
that something cannot be right with me
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