MELANCHOLY PESSIMISM
Recompense To Saints

In The Dust (3:37)
Absolutely Without Mood (2:04)
Games Of Death (2:21)
Promise Land (4:06)
Screamin’ Shadows (3:08)
Performer (3:22)
Puddles Of Blood (3:45)
Recompense Of Saints (6:14)
Old Age (2:46)
War Of Gods (3:45)
Brain Eclipse (3:55)
Blind Religion (3:38)
Christians Totality (2:22)

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Flegin:
Štěpán, Darec, Pepa, Arne, Jura + Milka, Koňura + Svatka, Martin - Martina, Aleš + Peťa, Evžen, Chozé, Quatschud + Monika, Mýval, Irča, Hanka + Lenka, Lagovi, Trbůch, Leňa, Peťa a Mrca, Olda, Karel + Dušan, Bikoš a všechny moje kámoše a kámošky.

Richard:
Zdravím všechny ty, kteří mě znají. A taky všechny kámoše z ústavu!?

Petr:
My wife Eva & daughter Míša /We're shit of luck, but I don't give a shit/, Matějík bros., Matuška bros., Mára, Kopec, Dalibor, Bagin, Baja, Radovan, Pětka, Keďa.

Killy:
My Sabina (daughter), wife Eva, Leo, all friends from Mír-club and smile heads too, Kleopatra, Mary Jane(I love you), absinth, známé z fitness, Viki (Tatoo), fuck: God, Jesus, Fashos and all evil people.

All music and lyrics by MELANCHOLY PESSIMISM.
Produced by Petr MELANCHOLY PESSIMISM
Engineered and mixed: Petr Nejezchleba, Pavel Hlavica and MELANCHOLY PESSIMISM
Recorded and mixed at Shaark studio Kyjov
Mastered at Rudolfinum studio Praha
©1996

Cover photo: Petr Vojtek
Ilustrations: Dušan Velecký
Design by: Steve Parkanský

Management:
Michal Chalupa, Kubelíkova 60
130 00 Praha 3, tel.: 02/ 275 88 36

Melancholy Pessimism:
lead guitar - Petka
guitar - Richard
bass - Flegin
vocal - Killy
drums - Petr

Guests:
acoustic guitar: Aleš Galuška
flute: Robert Šivel

IN THE DUST
Brutal life full of violence, wild people, without conscience.
Every our step is controlled. Fucking life in absurd dream.
What has happened to me? My fate is totally damned.
I’ve been convict to live in eternity.
Another step into reality.
I’m damned, I’m desperate, I’m disgusted, I’m powerless,
I’m - dead.
Deaf for words of salvation. Curiously make own’s end
my neck is hanging in man’s rope.
I never say to you - my friend.
Piss against wind, tenderness is the lust.
My hopes are drowned in the dust.

ABSOLUTELY WITHOUT MOOD
Sadness and solitude are my friends tonight,
head like a station, thoughts like empty trains.
Open wide eyes pierce through white wall
I’ve been thrown into space like as ball
I’m absolutely without life.
This seems to me as untimely death.
My thoughts are destroyed by human disregard.
I wanna shout, about this, how bad I feel.
Absolutely without mood.
I’m scaring, I don’t find way out.
I’m bored to through my life
leave civilization is my aim.

GAMES OF DEATH
It will catch someone in bed
someone in a car
another is catched in a bath
or in the fire sometimes.
Death doesn’t choose.
She never choose.
From the gun
or in the loop
it could be a gas
and razor, knife
... or another way.
Death doesn’t choose.
She never choose.
It’s only a game
game of life and death
she will come with scythe
and you are dead.
It’s all the same for death
She never choose.

PROMISE LAND
Just now see the unseen, may be to touch the light
or to wait for this time, when day changes the night.
Why did you lie to me? What is holding me in chains?
My time is drawing to the end, I’m getting lost in the maze.
Mosaic created from little stones
firmly inserted in my brain, brain?
Hands scratched by thorns of rose
I’m going through garden of pain.
Somewhere is hidden water of life
evil have mask of gray colour.
My search still isn’t coming to an end
just I don’t know if I’m in the promise land?

SCREAMIN’ SHADOWS
Taint on your honesty
you’re murder for everyone.
Gun replaced brain
by fury you’re pushed - down.
Fulsom feeling dwells in the soul
if you see frightfull pictures
which make blood on the wall.
Screamin’ shadows, you see screamin’ shadows.
You scream through closed window
room is full of grey shadows,
of screamin’ shadows.

PERFORMER
As you are satisfied
when you can see the people before their end.
They are naked and walking to the gasbags.
Gasbags of death.
Oswiecim, Mauthausen, Dachau
Men, women, little children
death in their eyes.
You will turn the valve only
and life is the past.
You are clearing out, the ashes, bones
and everything that grows doesn’t cremate
but no piece of pain and sorrow,
in you mind.
Oswiecim, Mauthausen, Dachau

PUDDLES OF BLOOD
Puddles of blood - under altar
are answers - for your questions.
Puddles of blood - under altar
are answers - for your questions.

Puddles of blood - under altar
are answers - for your questions.
Puddles of blood - under altar
are answers - for your questions.

RECOMPENSE OF SAINTS
All life - I have prayed
I’ve revered - and loved the god.
I have - never sin
and I have - believed
in justice - of god
now I know - all is otherwise
I spit to - the saint cross
and to all - saint sows
all saint sows.

All the crooks - and the killers
are living - nice life.
Me which - was praying
I am dying - young.
I lie down - in one’s death bed
it strike - me the pain.
I see - burning cross,
I will never say - bless you
never bless you.

OLD AGE
I afraid of old age
I’m young now but
I feel it with death together
they tread on my heels.
No! It’s impossible - I don’t want be old.
Why we’re living?
What’s sense of life?

Old age - present of torturing
old age - youth is away
old age - it’s our destiny
old age - then death and nothing more.

BRAIN ECLIPSE
Your other self has woken up again
it’s taking you on the trip full of blood.
You’ve got an axe in your hand, by with you’re killing
and will be killing and you don’t know about it.

Now you are sitting in the cell and you are thinking
about what’s happened, why you are accused.
You will never believe that your murders are the truth.

BLIND RELIGION
For what is the religion, for what serves it?
Fanatic’s nations, everyone connive.
Birth of cripples, children are hungry
does your god want this?
You believe in him, but you’ll die too.
Thousands diseases here
but your sickness is worst.
You’re infected by religion
in unexisting god, you’re dying alive
you don’t want to use the life.

Allmost all wars
was in the name of god.
Screams full of blood
but you don’t hamper this.
For you is god only one’s
and nothing more around.
When death comes for you
you’ll want be alive.
You’re only little angels
humbling and believing.
Pop serve mass
do you see his bloody hands?
You believe him - you lunatics
for you isn’t saving
only gring in mill.

CHRISTIANS TOTALITY
Some fellow came to me
he had Christ on the chest
He told me - boy come with us
but I answer - no!!!
And that Christian began to threaten me:
Your children will have a bitter life
and we will not bury you
when you die.
So everything look
dumps of corpses will be in the street
and you, your wife and children will
be there too.
Christians totality.
I carry christ on my chest
from that time
but his had is down, I’m atheist!!!
I hate Christians!