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Volatile Times

by IAMX

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1.
Music People 04:16
You wear your little smiles With the decadence you suffer every night All the glitter, all the luxury But you belong to the industry, baby The trials of your fame And the boredom of your critical acclaim In your wreckage of reality TV You belong to the industry, baby All you people Music people That don’t feel others Don’t be afraid, we will remember you forever I challenge you to think To use the mouth that you abuse with to create Or to disappear with dignity Because you belong with the enemy All you people Music people That don’t feel others Don’t be afraid, we will remember you
2.
You are haunted by the turmoil of your lifes Walking circles Crossing lines And it is tearing up your souls, all this fury Jumping hurdles Just to abide You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is a jigsaw blown apart You are the ghosts of Utopia You’re the conquered stars The divided hearts You are the ghosts of Utopia You’re the miracle Of America Every time you learn, you don’t regret All your hurting All your debts Because the wife and kids won’t help you to forget The emergency Of your secrets and your trash You are drowning in the sorrow of a billion opinions Nobody can hear you Nobody can hear you This is psychosis This is psychosis This is a jigsaw blown apart You are the ghosts of Utopia You’re the conquered stars The divided hearts You are the ghosts of Utopia You’re the miracle Of America
3.
Look at me, what have I become? I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and Utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I’m paralised Every fist is clenched, but I’m so tired
4.
Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart Break my patience Corrupt my sacred art? Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl In my darkest mood Through the private wars? Will you stay… Even when the drugs have gone? For it won’t be long Before I tumble Turn into the anxious clown That just just won’t come down In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rockstar But then promises don’t mean anything anymore In the summer of 2005 was the correcting Of excuses Of our need to win To ourselves we lied we could be the new beginning Digging up treasures Taking the time to love and to live and to sin And you stayed… Even when the drugs were gone So I sing this song To you on our island Of never-ending poetry It’s just just you and me In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rockstar But then rockstars don’t mean anything anymore
5.
You and me in our playhouse Living in a veil We never need to go without Memories bring no joy or peace We are alone And all we need Tuning out of the poison Every waking day Intolerance to overcome Fortunes won by the boys with the guns We are alone Nowhere to run Bernadette You are my liberty I celebrate the day That you changed my history Life and death Will always lead you into love and regret But you have answers And I have the key For the door to Bernadette Winding down our emotions Family and friends Becoming ghosts to dream of and pass on Time will erase every face every name We are alone No-one to blame Bernadette You are my liberty I celebrate the day That you changed my history Life and death Will always lead you into love and regret But you have answers And I have the key For the door to Bernadette
6.
I tried to see To believe But there was only greed, only greed Dance with me on the white coal Run with me through the flames The bars of the cage Will bend, but will remain But there is always pain, there is always pain Dance with me on the white coal Run with me through the flames
7.
Avalanches 05:29
We danced in the snow of a crystal December In the dying of our souls, our bodies were the only answer Drunken survivors of a Christian nation Of the media and hate, the governments and slaves, oh Avalanches of the violent disharmony From the coma of OK have awoken me In the cover-up of disgraceful abuses Avalanches of the violent disharmony Emotional tolls, ghettos and holes to remember Of the poverty and frauds, the bullies and the ego-pretenders So we danced in the snow, to the back of my GDR garden In comedy delight, immoral and divine, oh Avalanches of the violent disharmony From the coma of OK have awoken me In the cover-up of disgraceful abuses Avalanches of the violent disharmony Avalanches of the violent disharmony
8.
They cover your mouths When they poison your children And everybody cries But everybody’s with them Do they give you what you want? There’s a cold red light And a cynical future But your mind is in chains And your body’s not the answer Faith is not enough Sex is not enough Drugs are not enough Love? Black Daddy Bank Nazi Is knocking at your door You will always be the weak You will always be the poor But does he give you what you want? There’s a cold red light And a cynical future But your mind is in chains And your body’s not the answer Starve Pray Hate Fuck Die
9.
Into Asylum 02:31
For the lovers of the evidence And in the name of every heretic Kick kick Break up the dogma And flush the toilet of this God shit Kick kick We can walk into asylum Somebody throw out the life raft Somebody hold on to it
10.
I may walk the streets But you are alive inside me I’ve been holding on so long Invader Miracles, yes, I’ve seen You are the strong, I am the weak It’s raining and it’s so cold Invader Commanded My name is the war on the 80 percent By voices My name is the void, collecting her rent Commanded My name is Fellini, my name is Chopin By Voices I will blow away with the dust, I know who I am I may walk the streets In bliss tainted misery With the dope in you and the dagger in me Invader So watch, we self-implode We car-crash on an empty road Bound by our lust and our vulgar woes We mock, we mirror Commanded My name is the war on the 80 percent By voices My name is the void, collecting her rent Commanded My name is Fellini, my name is Chopin By Voices I will blow away with the dust, I know who I am
11.
I grew up blind just like everyone’s child In the warmth of milk and deceit Smothered by love and the chemical dust There was never enough to believe They chewed me up, they spat me out Of their system and onto their street And the rest of my life was a sprint to forget All the greatness that could never be Oh beautiful town I remember you blacker than night The whores and the sick-mouths The bad taste and the neon lights Oh beautiful town Where are you now with your binge insecurities? I shut you down, beautiful town Because you tear your children Into pieces Absence twisted with fondness Is the horror I couldn’t forget Programmed in the great art Of family, lies and debts Too much expectation Followed by hope and then hate in the mess And the rest of my life was a glorious test Of my will and my selfish neglect Oh beautiful town I remember you blacker than night The whores and the sick-mouths The bad taste and the neon lights Oh beautiful town Where are you now with your binge insecurities? I shut you down, beautiful town Because you tear your children Into pieces On the floor boards under insolent feet I mapped the hopscotch to my parents’ retreat With a lavender bag in my hand And words of desperation on my tongue Good night father, good night mother Are you still awake?
12.
I salute you Christopher I salute your life How you played the dice Your words will live in us Timelessly insane Explosive, fresh and wise Some will just forget Some will close their eyes Some will turn the tide I salute you Christopher Whiskey raised and downed You risked and you took the crown Console yourselves That a scientific death is better than a fairy tale Of the eternal life Control yourselves Because the man in the sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath Dreamed up to steal your minds A horseman on a trial A brilliant gentle wreck With a brutal mouth for press No submit, no compromise Saint Christopher of the truth And a destroyer of smoke screens and threats They will learn to see in time They will think before they refuse The civilisation rules I salute you Christopher I declare you as our king Or queen, depending on your mood
13.
You and me in our playhouse Living in a veil We never need to go without Memories bring no joy or peace We are alone And all we need Tuning out of the poison Every waking day Intolerance to overcome Fortunes won by the boys with the guns We are alone Nowhere to run Bernadette You are my liberty I celebrate the day That you changed my history Life and death Will always lead you into love and regret But you have answers And I have the key For the door to Bernadette Winding down our emotions Family and friends Becoming ghosts to dream of and pass on Time will erase every face every name We are alone No-one to blame Bernadette You are my liberty I celebrate the day That you changed my history Life and death Will always lead you into love and regret But you have answers And I have the key For the door to Bernadette
14.
Look at me, what have I become? I am lost I was once a gentleman But the thief came out in my London town So I must leave you now But I will remember the ups and the downs Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny I just want to turn the lights on In these volatile times I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and Utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I’m paralised Every fist is clenched, but I’m so tired

credits

released March 18, 2011

Created at TURMWERK, Berlin † All music and lyrics
written by Chris Corner † All songs produced, engineered
and mixed by Chris Corner † Studio assistance and
coordination • Janine Gezang † Additional Engineering
on tracks 2, 6, & 8 • Jeremy Glover † Last minute
inspirational advice • Jim Abbiss † Mastered by Tom
Rogers at Atomix Studios, LA, CA

All music and vocals performed by Chris Corner
Additional Performers:
Janine Gezang, Alberto Álvarez, Jon Harper, Anne Marie Kirby, Mimosa Pale, The Berlin UNFALL Orchestra, The TURMWERK Helium Choir

This work is dedicated to the lovers of the evidence, the heretics
and the crying witches. † Special thanks to: Zhang Peng
& Art Seasons Gallery • www.artseasonsgallery.com
Ben Wolf • www.benwolf.de

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Chris Corner's prolific solo project. Originally founded in 2002 as a departure from Sneaker Pimps, IAMX is known for electronic experimentation, punk energy, and confessional lyricism. Learn more at the links below. ... more

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