Lullaby

Georg Danzer

If you are followed home tonight

Don't get uptight.

Don't get uptight.

It's just they think your radical.

Don't that beat all?

Don't that beat all!

And so whatever you may do,

Just keep in mind

They'll see it too.

Don't ask, insulted, why they should.

They'll say it's just for your own good.

So go to bed now, and sleep tight.

They'll watch you through the lonely night.

There is no reason to take fright;

They'll watch you through the lonely night.

Play deaf and dumb, refuse to see;

They might be kind and let you be.

But if you hope for social change,

You are deranged.

Oh yes! Deranged!

And if you're sexuallly aroused,

They'll find it out.

They'll find you out.

For not a thing escapes their eye,

Those agents from the FBI.

Sleep well, sweet dreams, and never fear.

Big Brother's day is drawing near.

Don't get upset, he'll be right here.

Big Brother's day is drawing near.

Those who denounce their fellow man

Are well-rewarded in this land.

They help maintain the status quo.

For them a black-list is unknown.

The Constitution protects those

Who are well off---and I suppose

It is one's duty to obey--

No questions asked, or else you pay.

But go to bed now, and sleep tight.

They'll watch you through the lonely night.

Big Brother's right there out of sight.

He'll watch you through the lonely night,

And so good night, and so good night.

Good night!

Pornography

Anywhere you may go, you’ll find
Keepers of our morals watching
What we say, what we do,
They make sure we don’t become too shocking..
‘Don’t think you can rebel wildly.
Sex can not be taken mildly!
And wherever we go—Oh!
We can find a trace of porno!’

Ladies old are so cold;
When it comes to love, they are mistrustful.
Only hate, even power
Can awaken feelings that are lustful..
Put guns in the hands of your children.
Patriotism will kill them,
But wherever you go---oh!
You will find corrupting porno!

‘What a pig! Dirty swine!
How degenerate! How disgusting!’
One bared breast can arouse impure thoughts—
And set the sterile cussing!
Make sure your clothes have a loose fit.
Don’t you dare show what’s beneath it!
For wherever we go, Oh!
We detect a trace of porno….

And desire is a trap
Sprung by nudists of both genders;
If you show what you want,
You’ll be in the file of sex-offenders.
The Just are one hundred per cent sure:
‘We want your acts and your thoughts pure.
And wherever we look---OH!
All we find is filth and porno!’

And just who decides what we read or we see?
Where’s the harm?
You tell me!

What is pornography???



Georg Danzer, ca. 1979

Tequila

I’m sick and tired of smoking marijuana.
I’m sick and tired of hashish and cocaine.
And if you ask me, I’ll say ‘I don’t wanna.
It’s tempting, but I’m broke, thanks all the same.’
Last night I went downtown to see my dealer
And told him ‘From now on, I’ll take tequila…
And with salt, not to mention
Sun-ripened lemons!’

I’m really sick and tired of loving fat girls.
They always seem to sap my strength away.
But when I turn around and check out thin girls,
I find that they don’t move my either way….
I hear you ask yourself, ‘So what’s his problem?’
I want tequila, and I want it often.
But, and please pay attention:
With salt and with lemon.

I find that life is like a game of poker,
And all the other players have the chips.
Just once, I’d like to find I’m not the joker,
And get a royal flush instead of shit.
I’m sad to say I’m not a wheeler-dealer.
Perhaps the trouble lies with the tequila.
Not even to mention
The salt and those lemons.

Georg Danzer, ca. 1979

Liberty

by the late Georg Danzer I'd forgotten how timely this is.

Not long ago I visited the zoo.
I felt so good; the sun was shining, too.
Before a cage a crowd of people stood.
And so I thought I'd go and have myself a look.
I thought I'd wander over for a closer look.


I saw a sign that read 'Please Do Not Feed,
And As Quite Wild, Please Do Not Tease!'
The children and the grown-ups looked struck dumb.
A near-by guard looked on, said nothing, was so glum.
A guard, looked on, said nothing, was so glum.


'Which animal is THAT?', I asked him, 'please?'
He looked surprised, but answered 'Liberty.
Throughout the world, it's dying off so fast,
That it's shown here for a dollar and a half.
Oh yes, we show it for a dollar-and-a-half.'


I took a look, was shocked, could only stare.
'What IS this, sir?' I asked. 'There's nothing there!'
'But that's the point!' he told me, was sincere.
'As soon as caught, it simply disappears.
As soon as caught, it up and simply disappears!'


'For Liberty is strange, and wondrous, sir.
Though many people are afraid of her.
Imprisoned, she immediately dies.
But in Freedom, Liberty can just survive. Only in Freedom can sweet Liberty survive.'

Ten Little Addicts

by the late Georg Danzer

Ten little addicts

Sailing in a boat

On the Sea of Despair

Near the Death's Head Coast.

One of them jumped overboard.

Sank in salty brine.

'Oh, shit!' were his last two words

To the other nine.

Nine little addicts,

One girl still a child

Barely thirteen years of age,

Addicted for some while.

Soon she had to walk the streets,

Winter nights, so late.

Then she caught pneumonia....

That left only eight.

Eight little addicts,

One paroled from jail.

The probation agent

Kindly kicked him in the tail.

Psychiatrist said, 'I've no time.'

His family he'd disowned.

Life was one short dead-end street.

Seven sailed the foam.

Seven little addicts

Tiredly pitched their tents

In the Desert Loneliness;

Slums, Developments.

Rumour has it that one choked

On wine and chocolate cake,

And gross lack of sympathy.

That left six to wait.

Six little addicts...

One paid Death his price

In a public toilet.

An overdose surficed.

He was found by a bum,

Himself still half-alive,

Who stole the addict's shoes and socks--

That left only five.

Five little addicts,

Together, yet alone.

Situation hopeless,

They'd no money and no home.

One of them went to a bank

To talk to a cashier

Who secretly pressed the alarm....

Four more left in fear.

Four little addicts

Sailing in a boat

On the Sea of Despair

Near the Death's Head Coast.

One turned in a dealer

To Officer McNee,

Then the dealer was paroled:

That left only three.

Three little addicts

Had just one more score.

Life had no more meaning.

Couldn't take much more.

Soon the heroin ran out.

The boat sank in a storm.

They drowned without a word of love

In a sea of scorn.

Ten little addicts

Gone without a trace.

Products of society.

Defective Human Race.

How long will you sit and watch

Your fellow man destroyed?

On Judgement Day they'll get revenge

On those they so annoyed.

Oh dear....

One of Austria's great music artists lost his battle against cancer today.

He was a true artist, could be very humorous, but his social conscience was vast. I was lucky to see him live once, and the atmosphere was unique. He will be sorely missed.

Cultured People

(Feine Leute)

Cultured people never sweat;
never go to work late.
Cultured people never love;
have dislikes, but can't hate.
Cultured people never pee
in your flower vases.
And they always know their lines,
don't fall upon their faces.
And they're born beneath an oh-so-charming star.
Oh, I love cultured people as they are.

Cultured people take their tea
with lady-finger sponge cakes;
sit on divans, so up-right.
They'd never swear, for god's sake!
Cultured people are so pure,

honest, open---nice!
They search so hard for higher truth,
yet still are drawn to vice.
And they love their fellow man--
but far away.
Oh, I love cultured people, you might say.


Cultured people are true-blue...
but only to their horses.
And they are so liberal!
They even make nice corpses!
Cultured people say, 'Thank God
that he made me so!
I'm so glad I'm perfect.
I was born that way, you know...'
Oh, I love them, for they glitter just like stars!
Yes, I love cultured people as they are...



Georg Danzer, ca 1979

Rest in peace, Schurl...