You're standing back.



What's wrong?

Eye contact...A trip, something is touching?

What's wrong?

Eye contact...nothing like it, nothing like it

What's wrong?

Eye contact...hold it right here, this is crazy.

What's wrong?

Back off for a second, just back off.

My heart restriction

Take hesitation (x2)

Yes, fine.

Take hesitation (x2)

I'm thinking after seeing you...excellent.

Take hesitation (x2)

Very good.

Take hesitation (x2)

My dime is yours.

I need...

I need something stronger. (x2)



Take four red capsules, in ten minutes take two more. What's wrong?

What's wrong? Take hesitation.

I need something stronger.

Take four red capsules,

I need something stronger. (x2)

Could you be more...specific?



Our voices are not raised in any harmonious chorus

One idea...

Our voices are not raised in any harmonious chorus (x2)

But our differences are differences of empathy!

We need a new unity!

We must first...

One idea to get us out of here!

We must first...

We need a new unity!

We must first choose a leader.

We need a new unity!

Could you be more...

We need a new unity!

Could you be more...

We must first choose a leader.

Could you be more...

We must first choose a leader.

Could you be more...specific?





Liner notes for Laibach's _Kapital_

Transcribed by Guru Gnosis Sahib (root@brahman.nullnet.fi)



DEATH IN CONVERSATION



Reality is too complex for oral communication. The meaning of words is no

longer grasped. An isolated word, a detail of a plan can be understood,

but the meaning of the whole escapes. Once you know the number 0, you

believe you know the number 1, because 0 plus 1 equals 1. But 1 is not 0

plus 1 in everlasting union unless you understand the meaning of plus.



One word cannot hurt. In the Kinderreich mankind adds words together to

make a sentence. As they learn the sentence, they learn order. Undo the

sentence and you undo order. The sentence is a cell, the word a padlock

on meaning. Warning! Every sentence is for life without parole.



Meaning has become entirely a shared pleasure, shared and passed on

like a message between prisoners.



People think reality is another word for chaos. But in reality it is more

complex. Legend embodies it in a sound that enables it to spread all

over the world.



TIME



Time is like a circle which is endlessly described: The declining arc is

the past, the inclining arc is the future.



The noise of time is the present clamouring to be heard above past voices

raised in mourning for their lost future. But the past is all one can know

in his life. It is the form of all life, and this quality cannot be

changed by any means. No one has lived in the present or will live in the

future.



Memory is man's bid to transfix the flow of time or encompass the infinite

dimension of space. It is restricted to encapsulating privileged moments,

like death, in a syntactic order that, tone by tone, will shape into music.

Music is the illumination of the unbridgeable distance, as vast as space,

between thought and act. Music betrays the past in attempting to relive

it. You cannot know real time by listening to music. At best it is a

damage limitation exercise on eroded memory.



You cannot reverse time with a sound signal. The past presents its future,

it advances in a straight line - yet, like a serpent swallowing its own

tail, it ends by coming full circle.



RIDDLE



You think more of what has been that of what will. The forms and

references are too complex for human understanding. A simple instruction

is usually insufficient to put into execution.



We have developed by leaps and bounds, guided by electronic brains that

developed themselves by posing and solving problems beyond human

comprehension.



A calculating man is a coward. Calculations have to do with profit and

loss. To die is a loss, to live is a gain, the calculating man decides not

to die. The hunter who chases two rabbits misses them both. If you must

fail, fail splendidly. Hunt two tigers.



The cause of human problems is birth. The cure of human problems is logic.

Hell or other people? Several of our circuits are looking for the solution

to your riddle.



Problems [living and dead material, people and ideas] have been

assimilated. The unassimilatables have simply been erased, transformed

into a holographic error.



ESSENCE



We see the truth you no longer see. The truth is that the essence of man is

love and faith, courage, tenderness, generosity and sacrifice. The rest is

the monolith, created by progress, whose task is to calculate and project

the complex of control.



Each man carries the seed of his own death. Everyone lacks electricity,

so they behave illogically. The acts of men, carried over from past

centuries, will gradually destroy them. We are merely the logical means

of this destruction.



We do not moralize. We record, calculate, draw conclusions and produce

replies which are difficult and sometimes impossible to codify. We deduce

an above average intelligence. We are sometimes in mortal need of

superior intelligence. At other times we have no less mortal distrust

of them.



The essence of so called capitalist society is not an evil volition to

subject their people to the power of indoctrification or the power of

finance. It is simply the natural ambition of any organism to plan all

its actions. In other words, minimize unknown quantities.



Before, nothing. After, nothing. Everything we project shall be

accomplished. Once you understand this, burn it. If you don't understand

this, burn it. We insist on your freedom. The chance won't come again.



The only key to the riddle is to accept the absence of a key.



Kapital is the key