Infamous Attractions

by The Metafiction Cabaret

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Mit diesem Debut öffnet ein Kuriositätenkabinett innerer Zerwürfnisse seine musikalischen Pforten.

Das Album umfasst 12 Songs und einen Albtraum. Jeder Track erzählt eine ganz persönliche Geschichte vom Scheitern, der Sehnsucht nach Unvollkommenheit, Freiheit oder systemischen Nöten und Zwängen. Gleichzeitig öffnet jeder Track eine eigene Welt, zerrt phantastische Figuren in die Manege, berichtet von Robotern, Kurtisanen, dem Teufel oder dem jüngsten Gericht, die zu Symbolbildern der Thematiken werden.

Ermöglicht wurde dieses Album durch die Unterstützung zahlreicher Fans über die Crowdfunding‐Plattform “startnext”. Unter dem Motto “be part of the cirque” beteiligten sich zudem auch insgesamt 12 Künstler an der Gestaltung des Artworks und setzten so jedem einzelnen Song ein individuelles Denkmal.

watch our "The Economist (The Yuppie Song)" - Music Video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fns8g9sjQ1k

credits

released July 15, 2016

Vocals - Marc C. Behrens & Johanna Malchow
Guitar, Piano, Bass - Kai Günther
Drums - Richard Wutzke
Lyrics - Marc C. Behrens (except for Salto Mortale&Masquerade: Johanna Malchow)

recorded at Studio Erde, Berlin
Pictures/Lay-Out/Cover-art: Anne Sturm

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They open up the funniest abyss and climb up the unsettlingest altitude-flights through their musical vortex in between show and art. Their catchy melodies will trap you into a sparkling netherworld, feed you with soft piano sounds, but also hit you with punchy drums and guitars. You’ll get lost in that spectacle of unsecure performance of concert. ... more

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Track Name: Magic Trip (The Objection Song)
My friends,
together we should start banding
The final court will be upstanding
The mundane jury is offending
Defend your trice,
its amount is not outstanding!

Indictment

Resisting imperative twilight sleep
Scandalization by abandon to liberty
Obstructing the sovereign state of affairs
by performing sustained profound anarchy

Objection!

I am a burden-proofed privateer
that decided to live and fight the fear
if that’s my outrage in the end
Here’s my motion to punishment

Hit me with the passion wip
Send me on the magic trip
Cut me with a curious knife
Remind me, that I’m still alive

Final argument

Due to the fact of confessed futility
We deny the accused the ability
To determine the inutility
Of further proceedings in perpetuity

Objection!

I was a burden-proofed privateer
that decided to live and fight the fear
if that’s my mortal sin, when it all ends
Here’s the message to my friends

Hit me with the passion wip
Send me on the magic trip
Cut me with a curious knife
Remember me, I was alive

Hit me with the passion wip
Send me on the magic trip
Cut me with a curious knife
Remind me, that I’m still alive

Objection! Sustained!
Track Name: Salto Mortale (The Pattern Song)
Ladys and gentlemen,
Gays and lesbian,
Horny spectators,
Transsexual dictators,
May you come,
Or come what may

Welcome to the circus of the Metafiction Cabaret!


Tonight, our most world-weary acrobat will risk her life only for your Entertainment!


Tiny and cracked, broken and spit out
I sit on the edge of one of these patterns
they muffle, they soothe me, they try to convince
they spear me, they frazzle they imbibe every move

Infamous actions and fatal attractions of gravity.

Millions of eye-pairs track my struggle
Wait for a salto mortale to kill
They can not move anymore for themselves
So all their prospects are load onto

Me flying, I'm falling, I'm loosing the net
Which holds me and thrusts me - yet reassures

I'm falling, I'm flying, I'm searching the net
which holds me and thrusts me - yet reassures

Our daredevil angel is going to succeed icarus. She's on the ropes and ready to jump.

Are you ready?

Fooled expectations gather together
Forming a fist which wants to grab me,
Tearing me out of a jester's licence
Nailing their virtues into my mind

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Hiding beneath them I try to forget,
To align my own will within their framework
But the tightrope is calling I have to go back
To lay it on the wire - jump in at the deep end

The countdown continues, the tension is mounting

I'm flying, I'm falling, I'm loosing the net
Which holds me and thrusts me - yet reassures

I'm falling, I'm flying, I'm searching the net
Which holds me and thrusts me - yet reassures

Now she's gonna do it
Final hesitation got past
She's gonna leap
She's gonna jump
She's gonna dive
She's gonna fly for her dear life

Like a phoenix up in the sky
With blazing spirit she's winging it high

No, she's falling!
She's falling down everybody
The falling-down continues
She's tossing and turning
The tension is burning
She's whirling around
She's hitting the ground
Security's cracking from womb to tomb
She came down as a pattern-bomb
A salto mortale, a final breath
I guess she's death!

I'm flying, I'm falling, I'm loosing the net
which holds me and thrusts me - yet reassures

I'm falling, I'm flying, I'm searching the net
which holds me and thrusts me - yet reassures
Track Name: The Economist (The Yuppie Song)
I am the economist
Calculating owes and risks
Bubbles, lost, profit, gesump,
The smartest murderer will trump

Taking chances, taking time
Making money, make it mine
Faking honest interest
in taking care, I’ll take the best

Dance!
Cause this is Babylon
Circus
Show is going on
Let
Those win, who always won!
Sing
My catchy yuppie song!

Yuppie yuppie juhu
Yuppie yuppie juhu
Yuppie yuppie juhu
yuppie yuppie yeah

I am the economist
Have a look, what’s on my list
Stealing, scamming, what a fun
The Mardi Gras has just begun.

Gambling, wasting charity,
Huggermugger, raising fee,
Bleeding morals more than white
And shear the sheepish folk, that’s right!
Track Name: The Others (The Robot Song)
I live by the others
They constituted me
They gave me names
Their construct to be
There's just one little detail
That mars my slavery
That venus always bothers
My sweet eternity

I am a superpower robotic
High energetic painful prick
The hyper-modern state of art
An infra-dig with broken - (heart)

I live from the others
I can't even cry
If nobody fills
Some water in my eye
Then I cry for the living
Cause they have to die
They believe in angels
But they will never fly

I am a superpower robotic
High energetic painful prick
The hyper-modern state of art
An infra-dig with broken - (heart)

I live for the others
No sense of life is mine
But serving my creators
And they are my divine
So I serve without complaining
And that's my direst crime
Commit myself in solitude
And serve my endless time

They can injure me
My skin is steel
They can offend me
I can not feel
They never hurt me
I am not real
But if they leave me
The heart will never heal

But it is all about the others
I am all about the others

It is all about the others
I am all about them

But at least I’ll fall about the others
I will fall about the others

When I fall about the others
I'll fall back into myself

But never heal, never heal,
never heal, never broken broken heart will never heal
Track Name: Prisoners (The Careful Song)
I hold six little prisoners
In my little dollhouse
But this sad sad story,
Which I'm gonna tell, shows
That every game on earth has rule
And sometimes life is sweet or cruel

Once, a little while ago,
One of the dolls broke out and so
I had to search for it and yell
For me it was some kind of hell

When I turned back this foolish guy
Recount the others, so did I
What everybody would have done
And so the punish-walz begun

Before he could deprave the house
I opened up his prating mouth
And crammed him with his liberty
Infront the others, so they see

You can not trust them
So better bust them
And spread their dust then
To the seas

Just if you cant bust them
Better trust them
And go down just then
On your knees

The other time, I was aghast,
First I guessed it was a test
One chamber of the house was messed
Two culprits with no cloths ran fast

Pervert games they played all night
Of course it ended in a fight
All my puppets were awake
The consequence was thus the stake.

I bound them on a phallic stick
Told the others, they were sick
They would infect them, if they might,
And set their burning love alight

You can not trust them
So better bust them
And spread their dust then
To the seas

Just if you cant bust them
Better trust them
And go down just then
On your knees

At least, it was the toughest task,
When three of them began to ask
Their grief for truth was not to keep
They asked until they made me weep

And as they recognized, that I'd
Shown weakness weeping they denyed,
Just like they said, to be my whore
And left me just for evermore

You can not trust them
So better bust them
And spread their dust then
To the seas

But if you cant bust them
Better trust them
And go down just then
On your knees

I had six little prisoners
In my little dollhouse
But this sad sad story,
Which I told, shows
That every game on earth has rule
And sometimes life is sweet or cruel
Track Name: Unborn Heart (The Abortion Song)
I want to be a sperm again
A tiny little worm again
Sucked up by a lustfull mouth
Instead of splashing to the south

I’d like to be an ovum
A tiny little novum
Flushed out by a thick red flood
Instead of being flesh and blood

It seems so nice, when it begins
But then disaster always wins
So let me end, before I start
And purely stay an unborn heart

I dream to be a fetus
Inside my mothers meatus
cut out by the doctors knife
Instead of being still alife

I whish to be in limbus
And wear my shiny nimbus
Directly wait for doomsday
And spare the tragic drama play

It seems so nice, when it begins
But then disaster always wins
So let me end, before I start
And purely stay an unborn heart
Track Name: Ants (The Riot Song)
One afternoon in Gardens snugness
mother soil had yield rich plants
The alignment was undoubtedly bugless
But on the ground there were the ants

The umbrage of the tree of life
Provided shades of maladjustment
But than the creeping became rife
Mediocrity needed to just end

The hallow ground was verminous
My haven earth was scroched and ill
The raid of ants was boisterous
It was so still when I start'd to kill

Umbrage, blackout, grapes of wrath
Squashing ants will pave my path
concelebrate my bloody mass
Or get the hell out of my ass

Riot - I riot - Destroy it - In riot!

The sun went down, the night resurged
The ants entered all orifices
My zeal to kill combust'd and urged
perishing lifes were sacrifices

My tantrum invoked a pest storm tide
Heavenly host of parasites
A vital spirit exorcide
Self-expulsion by poison bites

And I'm sorry for each lowbrow soul
I am aware it is not fair
But the sore temptation was worth the whole
To break the circle of the square
To break the circle of the

Umbrage, blackout, grapes of wrath
Squashing ants will pave my path
concelebrate my bloody mass
Or get the hell out of my ass

I riot - I riot - Destroy it - In riot!

And every kill a filthy jerk
Release of a contracted clerk
Lamb sacrificing for the cirque
Blessed shall be the fruit of ye hard work

Umbrage, blackout, grapes of wrath
All the ants are squashed and dead
My Garden is a bloody mess
I feel a crawling in my ass
Track Name: Masquerade (The Impotent Song)
I was maiden in your holy mess
Predestination to your fate
Belief and mind as guardians
How could they be holding me?

You fulfilled a long hold prophecy
Your lips allured my will
You sacrificed my principles
Shattered mantles into particles

Bite me, slay me - make me myself again
No - drag me, hide me - let me be you
Name me, drive me - give me your brand of cain
Absorb myself and live for me

You loose yourself in masquerade
Conforming to each trice
Forth and back you're tossing me
Recreating the whole world

On the carpet of quotidian
You make me beguile myself
Candles scorch the moral bonds
My blood turns into gold

Bite me, slay me - make me myself again
No - drag me, hide me - let me be you
Name me, drive me - give me your brand of cain
Absorb myself and live for me

You bring conventions out of order
Change the runway of my life
You glorify my faults and needings
Turn the upside deep deep down

Borders are neglected
And fears thrown to the sky
Trembling wounds are dying
And blood turns into gold, blood turns into gold

Bite me, slay me - make me myself again
No - drag me, hide me - let me be you
Name me, drive me - give me your brand of cain
Absorb myself and live for me

Yeah live for me, yeah live for me,
Live for me and let my die, live for me and let me die
Track Name: Devil's Eye (The Mirror Song)
Mirror mirror on the wall
My gilded cage, my ramparts crawl with lie

Mirror, mirror of satire
Belie my desperate pride with pure desire

Mirror, when I look at you
I crave to see my vanity come true

But
I see, what I deserve to see
I see the appropriate lie
I see, who I was meant to be
I see
The Devils Eye

(Face The evil)

Mirror mirror on the wall
Reveal the blatant beauty of it all

Mirror mirror of the blind
Disinter all the ugliness behind

Mirror, when I look at you
I crave to see my vanity break thru

But
I see, what I deserve to see
I see the appropriate lie
I see, who I was meant to be
I see
The Devils Eye

(Face The evil)

Mirror mirror gate to hell
I'll shatter you to break the spell of truth

Mirror, mirror heap of shards
Your cutting edges gleam like sharp rewards that sooth

Mirror mirror of mirage
slash this vain beauty out of my visage

So
I see, what I deserve to see
I see the appropriate lie
I see, who I was meant to be
I see
The Devils Eye
Track Name: Measure of all Things (The Mistress Song)
Hey, Mister Decadence
Like to have some fun?
You'll forget your loneliness
For hours, when we're done

I beguile you into coveting
You overcome the bar
We order fresh dependency
And I fuck you - like the swank you are –
fuck you!

I am the mistress of the masters
The maitresse of the kings
I am the dealer of desasters
The ruling measure of all things

Hey, Mister Arrogance
Like to have some fun?
I have hazardous solaces
To drug you, when you’re done

I enmesh you through some flattery
fog in your vulnerability
Addict you to acknowledgement
Then leave you - comedown to reality

I am the mistress of the masters
The maitresse of the kings
I am the dealer of desasters
The ruling measure of all things

Hey, Mister Influence
Like to have some might?
The arms I hold cost liberty
But wear down every fight

I ensnare you with security
And curtain, what is mean
Forget about veracity
Protect yourself - from being seen

I am the mistress of the masters
The maitresse of the kings
I am the dealer of desasters
The ruling measure of all things
Track Name: Meltdown (The Final Song)
This is the end, this is the end, this is the
end of any origin

A captured dream draws final breath
Self-certitute begins to flake
A hopeless romance rises from death
Faith is sentenced to the stake

Sulfid prospects teem down to the bleak
Boneless fortitude is loosing crutch
The pledge of mischief starts to leak
Humanity turns into grudge

What do I do? Need to get through
Searching the you - Betrayal comes true
I finally sing the song I never sang
It always has to end up with a bang

All illusions drown in scorn
Unforgiveness festers in the sore
The flesh is weaker, then the thorn
This is the meltdown of my core

What do I do? Need to get through
Razing the you - Freedom comes true
I finally sing the song, I never sang
It always has to end up with a bang

Silent tremor
Sky turns green
Amnesia of the unseen
Ashes falling
Scratching scars
Burning widths
Extinguish stars

What do I do? Need to get you
My demon got through. The desire is true
I frantically sing the song I never sang
It always has to end up -

Is this the end? Is this the end? is this the
end of -
Track Name: Earthlings (The Alien Song)
Earthlings, somewhere between the in-between
Just some billions, willing to mean
Earthlings, breathing, seeking for air
To unfold their deadlock, just to be there
Earthlings, somewhere, all on their own
Just some billions, refusing to moan

But here we are
Some guiding star
Collect the refuse
You still fear to loose
Aerate the density
With fond intensity
Dont worry or fear
We worry up here
Bound here above
But willing to love

Earthlings, somewhere, between the in-between
Just some billions, hiding blindly to be seen
Earthlings, worn out, aroused by the bad-seed
All of them dearly, completely incomplete
Earthlings, somehow you have to own
We'll get you, billions, willing to moan

So here we go
In sunset glow
Your willing hand
In firmament
We blow the last trump
Salvation will crump
Dont worry or fear
We worry up here
Bound here above
But willing to love

Alien and out of space, lost in time, loosing the trace
Alien from any traction, too petrified for any action
Alien, stranger, lift up, or die, wing the last hope, join your forces and fly

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