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@ALBUM: "Deadly Weapons"
Artist: Minimal Compact

All lyrics transcribed by Jonathan Yafe
(c) All Rights Reserved


SAMY BIRNBACH: Vocals
BERRY SAKHAROF: Guitar, Keyboard, Cello
MALKA SPIGEL: Bass, Vocals, Synthesizer
MAX FRANKEN: Drums
RAMI FORTIS: Guitar, Vocals

Songs/Tracks By Order:
1. NEXT ONE IS REAL
2. LOSING TRACKS (IN TIME)
3. THE WELL
4. THERE'S ALWAYS NOW
5. NADA
6. NOT KNOWING
7. DEADLY WEAPONS
8. BURNT-OUT HOTEL
9. THE HOWLING HOLE
10. NEXT ONE IS REAL (Radio remix)
11. NOT KNOWING (Remix)
12. BABYLONIAN TOWER (Remix)
13. HOLE VERSION (Accidental remix)
14. NEXT ONE IS REAL (extended remix)
15. INTROSPECTION

All songs written by Birnbach/Franken/Sakharof/Spigel
except 6 & 11 written by Fortis/Franken/Sakharof/Spigel


@SONG: Next one is real
I went out from an open cell
blotted past just some rotten spell
undress have another life
I went down where the souls get hired
worked for days then we all got fired
under x in a dead-end file
fake, deceit and the common lie

next one is real
next one is real
next one is real

understand well I'm quite aware
human weakness for a perfect world
under stress now have another round
welcome back in the arms of hell
have a few and you'll feel so well
what a mess have another one
I was gone but my ghost still cried:

next one is real
next one is real
next one is real


@SONG: Losing tracks (in time)
self-exiled, tied and caught
pulled by wire led into void
how can I tell you how can I tell you now
we're losing tracks in time
Je me rapelle ce qu'elle m'avait ecrit
"nous sommes tous des enfants dans une
ecole perdue..et le reste c'est l'oubli"
memories lying hurt I forgot
living and dying I wrote down my note
how can I tell you how can I tell you now
we're losing tracks in time


@SONG: The well
Sitting down by the fire
staring out through the flames
heart's a slave of desire
inside of the well
mother weeps father's crying
brothers planning the sale
while they try to deny it
Josef dreams in the well
sitting down by the fire
drawn like moth to a flame
heart's a burn of desire
inside of the well
beaten slave will be master
day and night ring the bells
till there's no more but laughter
echoing from the well


@SONG: There's always now
there's always now
there's always now
the things that you say
and never believe
there's a crack in the sky
and the lake's running dry
the further you'll go
the harder it gets
always so wide awake
don't let it steal your heart
the one you're with will wait
so let her fill your heart

there's always now
there's always now
the dues that you've paid
the gifts you've received
there's a crack in the sky
and the lake's running dry
the further you'll go
the nearer it gets
always so wide awake...


@SONG: Nada
Now that the night has gone away
end of the day seemed near
he went out the empty court
filled with shame and fear
trapped by a shadow set, betrayed
wishing it wasn't him
further down the same old court
ruins of passing years

Blind folded man still facing the wall
hiding away his tears
and when the guns are set to go
death whispers in his ear - nada

blood on the pavements blood on the hills
gates of the heaven sealed
goon squads came like beasts of prey
lookin' for thier kill
run from the shadows looming near
wishing he wasn't here
further down the sad old morgue
ruins of passing years

blind folded man...


@SONG: Not knowing
watching different roads and wonder where my own is rolling
waiting all day long for a change and it's showing
all those moments days and years
left me standing here not knowing
all these people everywhere
kept me waiting and not knowing
holding to myself fear is all that kept me going
waiting all day long for a change and it's not showing
all those moments days and years
left me standing here not knowing
all these people everywhere


@SONG: Deadly weapons
We have the right to state opposition
the thirst for power and profit
we're members of the family now
bitter memories still haunt
deadly weapons life shells are not the only danger
we shoot we ride fast we shoot again
terminal friends soldiers of fortune

awake all night, I'll wait all night, I'll wait for the light

lookin' at the wall should I stay or should I go

we have the right to state our position
the crave for profit and power
dismembered from the family now
waiting for a final call
deadly weapons life shells are not the only danger
we shoot we ride fast we shoot again
terminal friends soldiers of fortune

awake all night...

lookin' at the wall
the poverty surrounding me
the treasure that no one can see
the poverty surrounding me
the bloody hands that hold the key


@SONG: Burnt-out hotel
I've heard they arrived...
...it's an avarage day
running away grey lights
pacing the street with indifference
wonder how they burnt out alive
if there's no reply from the station
radios jammed broken lines
if you can recall empty spaces
filled with debris wasted lives
in a burnt-out hotel
flames danced with cruel affection
black smoke has covered the sky
everytime you play with fire
something inside you just dies
rain has washed away the traces
no one's suspecting a crime
wind has swept away the ashes
nothing remains to remind


@SONG: Introspection
A niche of scorpions
bouquet of flowers
the value of life
nothingness and debts
order of the universe
the chaos of being
physical beauty
you're soulless and vain

the flesh always willing
the spirit rough
happy the men
who don't know

love of the family
unite in seperation
marriage of convenience
divorced from itself
buying and selling is
human consumption
chating the slogan
that suits people best

the flesh always willing...