Alban B.

Clay The Slaughterhouse 5

An Introductory .................................................................................................................................................. 2 Alban B. Clay The Artiste ................................................................................................................................. 2 Bonnie & Ronnie (Kill Thrill 1.0) ...................................................................................................................... 3 Kill Thrill 2.0 ........................................................................................................................................................ 3 Radio Snop Pop (Lead-in) ................................................................................................................................ 4 Light Bulbs (A K.M.R.J. Cover) ....................................................................................................................... 4 Radio Snop Pop (Lead-out) ............................................................................................................................. 5 5365 Stars Falling On Me, Just As Ripe Fruit On Windy Days (Is my lover okay? ................................ 5 R.F.A.A. ............................................................................................................................................................... 6 Hitler-in-the-box ................................................................................................................................................. 6 Fish pt. 1 (Jesus/Vagina) .................................................................................................................................. 7 Fish pt. 2-3 (Actual Fish) .................................................................................................................................. 8 Mr. Hobo Spider, I Dare You to Move! ........................................................................................................... 9 Great Rave Party, Alban? ................................................................................................................................. 9 The Celebrity Snuff Tape pt. 1 ....................................................................................................................... 11 The Celebrity Snuff Tape pt. 2 ....................................................................................................................... 12

An Introductory
In which some kind of scene is set Alban; Note to one self: In this absolute moment, you are in the most indubitable of ways, attending a very certain banquet. Arthur says: Banquet!? -I remember once my life was a banquet. Where every heart revealed itself, and where every wine flowed And then Robert says: Wine, wine is bottled poetry And then Carl says: Poetry, poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits And then they all laugh. Hahahaha And then she does to: Haha Then Arthur says something funny in an intelligent and artistic way, like Carl, you dilly silly-willy-head And then they all laugh again: Hahaha And then my glass squeals like three little pigs ...Death...doom... and destruction

Alban B. Clay The Artiste

In which Alban presents himself to the artistic dining gang, receives a friendly piece of guideline, and meets his Belle Meet Alban B. Clay the Artist Poets; "Boy, then smite us with your paint roller, uh. Have that third-rater tongue leave us all unsung " Alban; Dead-beat disco-thralls Lovesick pin-up dolls Infants in toilet bowls My own cattish cunt Fat ladies battle grunt Strawberry-nurses on hunt Ornamental teens Transcendental sleep-aid-queens Fun sucking fun-machines How about that? Do you, do you like it? Meet Alban B. Clay the Artist" Poets; "Boy, then smite us with your paint roller Oh have that third-rater tongue leave us all unsung" Alban; Despots on call Butchers on parole Pervert on pedestal A sweet-talkers fate Sleepwalkers escapade Meat-stalkers on parade

Thats so Claude Monet Love bespattered alleyways Bloodstains on somebodys face How about that? Do you, do you, do, you like it? Meet Alban B. Clay the Artist" Belle; "I really like what youre saying I think its magnificently awesome Oh the creative genius you are and so lovely Poets; "Well boy If one wants to become one of us It cant really be done but as thus; One must dive/drive/hike into the hell of which he sings/thinks/inks Must strife to give up his Belle - his cupid/stupid/suited wings. And jive on poor, sore feet as well, limbo his cist/bimbo his tryst Must dive right into the hell of Alban. B. Clay the artist. One must dive/drive/hike into hell of which he sings/thinks/inks Must strife to kill of his Belle, his cupid/stupid/suited wings. First, then rise, to feed people quell, to feed them bliss/great them pissed Theyll drink off the well, thats Alban B. Clay the artists" Alban; I must strife to, dive into and jive as well. Oh and honey, well you be that bell. I must strife to, then rise up and them quell, oh and honey well, oh and honey: Suitable as hell

Bonnie & Ronnie (Kill Thrill 1.0)

In which Alban watches a movie of a certain symbolic value Alban: Sometimes you just wanna have your own fucking party... Ha! Then, seriously: The others have left. She has too. And so I am currently bathing, in the depraved neon light of the heathen altar that I have let erected to my amusement, all unaccompanied and alone and stuff. But just for a while I sense. (Doorbell) Thats not the postman"

Kill Thrill 2.0

In which Alban interprets that movie quite nicely (Belle dies) Alban: Inside this trance we are fighting and biting our way through skin Belle; Inside this trance we are infants smothered in din and blood and sin Alban; Oh, oh oh - 1-2-3 grinder kiss, 4-5-6 grater itch oh whim A + B; Its a hideous dance that were dancing on hideous limbs oh fun oh sins Belle: Your face is art when youre screaming through a gory gag, I stag Alban; Your face is art when youre staring through a plastic bag, my myrtle flag Belle; Its like a placenta of bruises and blood oh whim

A+ B; Im all Christ within for Sauce - Marchand de vin Oh fun oh sins A+B; Satan, conductor of our heartbeat Beat, beat each other up Aesthetics! Soundscapes and colours to come Sing sing - sing along Alban; Take my breath away Belle; Darling, strangle me A+B; Rip me but leave me my limbs Oh fun oh sins

Radio Snop Pop (Lead-in)

In which Alban gets tempted by the radio... Radio Jingle: Listening to radio snob-pop Radio speaker: "Good morning to every mispriced-antichrist-zeitgeist-son-of-a-Nazi-paparazzi-pervert out there! Today is indeed a wonderful day for pursuing your vision of writing that perfectly poetic paean. Heres a little something for your inspiration. I give you, Light bulbs by Kiss My Royal Jazz K.M.J.R; "Our heads have gone light bulb Your head will go light bulb too. Alban; Falling in love is a requirement, falling in love is a necessity, gotta, gotta fall Im in love! (Wuhuu)

Light Bulbs (A K.M.R.J. Cover)

...bursts into a love song... Alban; Shes sickening, shes bliss Mysterious notion Feverishly drawn To delirious oceans This world is on heroin cause we are sharers of the needle This world is on heroin cause I am Shes played her guilty part Hardcore devotion Deleteriously flawed By her toxic motion This world is on heroin cause we are sharers of the needle This world is on heroin cause I am

Radio Snop Pop (Lead-out)

...and revives critical acclaim for his efforts Radio host: "So???" ((Background music kicks in (Some jazzy bozza thing on vinyl)) Dave "Djazz" Davis: "Mmmm....I totally dig this song. You know what makes it brilliant is, that it's actually 'bout love" Roger Daddy: "Yeah, I totally agree. I mean, using euphoriants as a metaphor for love, is just such a provocative and such an acute thing do, right? Mr. Walrus: "I think that "Light Bulbs" speaks for an entire generation of young misfits, when stating that love is love and that you need to talk about it... Wauw!"

5365 Stars Falling On Me, Just As Ripe Fruit On Windy Days (Is my lover okay?
In which Alban is right on time for a panic attack Alban; Note to one self: even though you know, youve killed her, you got to stay in character. Remember: the easiest person to deceive is ones own self Seriously, Alban, you were just in character Psychologist; Sense of impending death Alban; Death sounds his name Church bell are rumbling Im stumbling on stones in my backyard Done in graveyardish style Psychologist: (De-realization) Feelings of unreality Alban; Reality Like cupcakes at Lucys Ive been given the keys to the kingdom But I urge to come home Psychologist: Fear of losing control or going insane Alban; Sane, soundly flogged Sane like a mad dog Ive been blooded; been splashing in scarlet pools Stashing H.D.C.V Psychologist: Depersonalization A feeling of being detached from oneself: Alban; Self treachery Note number seven: My body is over the over the ocean My body is over the sea FivethousandthreehundredsixtyFive stars falling

Falling on me Just - just as ripe fruits on windy days Is my lover okay? My lover (ah, ah) Im paperback breathing (ah, ah) Them horsemen astray Them horsemen away (from you) FivethousandthreehundredsixtyFive stars falling Falling on me Just - just as ripe fruits on windy days Is my lover okay? Sir Officer: Hey Alban, I am so terribly sorry to inform you, that youre girlfriend is dead. It seems her head burst. A very passionate love-affair being our immediate theory of cause Macho-Men: Like an overheated light bulb or something.... ....like Aaaaaarh - Pliiiiiing. Pitty-Women: Oh Alban, You must be so sad. Masco-Men But, hey She, made the artistic scenery, of every mans dream. Shes was naked, and theres was a lot of blood. Loooots of blood Alban; My girlfriend is dead Cause some love, went to her head. It burst, just like that Oh what an artistic scenery My girlfriend is dead Cause some love, went to her head It burst, just like that I am sooooooo, sad

R.F.A.A.
In which Alban attends a "Radically Fanatical Arts Association" meeting Toast master; Good evening gentlemen Lets start off with our distinctive song, as always accompanied by our very own; JS Billie boy and his Brass banditz 1,2 and 3 blame society

Hitler-in-the-box
In which Alban says a thing or two about society MC Nazi: Es spricht der Fhrer Hitler: Ich liebe alle normale, gesunde Menschen, und ich bin glcklich, mit euch meine Freundschafft zu teilen Nazi-proud-crowd: Wuhuuu

Belle; I petname my father for fun, not absolution Hey Snaky Don Alban; Oh, its typical, how something a-typical, (beautiful), wiped out, by the man, you know Belle; I soil my, my undies for fun, not dime submission. Hey, Snaky Brown Alban: Oh, its typical, how something a-typical, gets wiped out, by the man, you know Alban: Hitlers back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitlers back on a spring in the black, Black, dark of your lunchbox Hitlers back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitlers back on a spring in the Black, black, black, dark of your door-lock. Alban; Its however not your fault, its the systems Somethings generally wrong with the structurality of organizefication We live under fear, we call ourselves free Anarchy in the DK!!!!" Belle; I tooth my, my carpus for fun, not your compassion. Hey snaky pain Alban; "Oh, its typical, how something a-typical, beautiful, gets wiped out, by the man, you know "Hitlers back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitlers back on a spring in the black, Black, black, dark of your laundry" "Hitlers back home In the heart-ache of the weaker Hitlers back on a spring in the black, Black, black dark of your TV" Its however not your fault, its the systems Somethings generally wrong with the structurality of organizefication We live under fear, we call ourselves free Anarchy in the DK!!!!"

Fish pt. 1 (Jesus/Vagina)

In which a group of imbecile friends disturb Alban in his grief (for Belle)... Friends: Oooooh Alban: My love is all gone

Like something thats all gone

Friends: Dont worry our dear friend Fuck it, theres plenty of fish at the end Get up and get it on Alban; My love is all gone Like something thats all gone Friends; Dont worry our dear friend Fuck em, fuck all of them fish at the end Get up and get it on Dont worry, dont queer friend Fuck it, theres plenty of fish at the end Get up, get it on Alban: Are you aware of the fact, that fish in this case can mean both Jesus and Vagina? Which, I must say, depicts youre ambiguous personalities in a perfectly supreme way Friends: No, We werent aware of that, what we really meant was. ??? Alban: Haha!!

Fish pt. 2-3 (Actual Fish)

...which results in a scathing rebuke from "the Artist" himself Alban; Youre a rot-box of meat Im a bad rat, a fox for a feast. A greedy beast You gain shit from that picture, right? Shit in this case, means nothing, nothing at all Im a sickie slaughter Youre my daughter, my wack-headed wife My doggie Clive You gain shit from that picture, right? Shit in this case, means nothing, nothing at all I said death to all of my friends I said death to all of my friends Fuck it, fuck it, theres plenty of fish at the end I said DEATH to all of my friends Youre jacked jittery jerks Im your dear dirks, your pill-slip escorts Youre phone-cords, uhh! You see shit on this canvas, right? Shit in this case means nothing at all I said death to all of my friends

I said death to all of my friends Fuck it, fuck it, theres plenty of fish at the end I said DEATH to all of my friends Friends, youre coldblooded, bloat-eyed Live wholly in your bowls. Point is this: Youre actual fish Poor fish Youre so down to the bottom of the sea I said death to all of my friends I said death to all of my ... friends"

Mr. Hobo Spider, I Dare You to Move!

In which Alban drowses for an absolute eternity Alban; A child of solitude, or something like that A nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds "Greatness works in mysterious ways..... mainly through solitude Alban; "Mr. Hobo Spider I, dare you to move" As I drowse on Chardonnay wine As I wait for the Babinski sign I finger some eyeballs To know if they are mine As I drowse on Chardonnay wine As I wait for the Babinski sign I scratch all my kneecaps One at a time "Mr. Hobo Spider I, dare you to move" Alban: And so I drowse on for absolute eternities! Until: Party Promoter 1: Alban, get up Were going to party like its party-time .. Haha. Party Promoter 2: Lets go mock at them fools, for being such fucking fools Party Promoter 3: They cant open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.

Great Rave Party, Alban?

In which Alban attends a misinterpreted rave party and meets Panty Christ Alban; Please your ass! Therell be flash, no braindeading beat-mash. That they said, and then they wept: Please join the thrilling-sprees bash Therell be cash, holocausts n heat rash

That they said, now we regret We didnt bring the self-destruction-kit So not our party Likely the opposite Oh cuss!!! Hi Hilton, Hi Jesus Please dont miss Therell be piss, and punch-drunken genus sus That they said and then they wept: Please join the thrilling-spree bliss Therell be that and this, this and that, then reminisce That they said, now we regret We havent lit this self-seductive pit So not our party Likely the opposite, oh no!!! Hi Hitler, Hi Bono So not the party Got fooled by the smarty by the fuss No Edgar, No Maynard, No Vincent, No Walrus Alban: Damit, I thought the invitation said there would be Geniuses and not Genus Sus . I am s o out of here Panty-Christ: Hey Alban, hi-hi - Where are you going at that speed? Is Alban leaving the building? Hi,hi Alban: In fact, I am Panty-Christ: "No, no, no please stay Dont you think, its the greatest rave-party of the 21st century? Alban: No Im not, you got me confused for a fictional character of some sort or such And my mind is determined, Im leaving Panty-Christ: No, no, no Ill lie down in front you, as a speed-hump if you try to leave. Alban: A speedy-hump, you say??? Panty-Christ: Hi,hi. Alban: Yeah, hi, hi and stuff. Alban; Lovecrafts none, so youre tramping on Down the Milky Way, with a hard on You do the flirt They pull the quirt Someone said stardom hurts Lindsays gone, so youre move along With a hard on You lubricate Then you wait

Someone said stardom is faith The Slaughterhouse 5; Less of a Rimbaud More of a B-I-M-B-O Alban; H.Cs none, so youre tramping on Down the milky way, with a hard on. They pull the quirt You brainy bird Someone said stardom hurts Winfrey done, so you move along Down the Milky Way, with your heart stung You lubricate Then you hate No one said stardoms great The Slaughterhouse 5; Less of a Picasso More of a B-I-M-B-O Alban; You say its the greatest rave party of the 21st century I think its not, but hey, okay Lets fuckem all, lets freak it up at my place

The Celebrity Snuff Tape pt. 1

In which Alban encourages Panty-Christ to... Panty-Christ: Oh my God. What a fabulous room. Are all these your. ting-things with strings-things? Alban; First we do the love Then the rough And lastly the killing Come on reach for the stars darling Quite humanoid In your shinny suit This is a symbolic screw First we do the love Then the rough And lastly the killing Come on reach for the stars darling Honey, lets get rough Just after love Just before the killing Come on screech for the stars darling Babe, when you fucked the milky way Woody, Monet, where you thinking of me? Its just because.. No this is but a gush Leave it, Im willing, we should do the killing!

Quite humanoid In your sleazy suit Come get youre symbolic screw Honey, no more Poor- No more Whore No more -Get out my beaux-monde store And youll live on, in the hearts of thousands How your fame ll pour Through the floor, Through the - down to the beaux-monde store And youll live on, in the hearts of thousands or more. The hearts of thousands for sure.

The Celebrity Snuff Tape pt. 2

...die Alban: Honey, babe, darling (Pt.1), whats your name? Panty-christ: My name is [beeeeeep] Alban; No its not , From always, till forever your name is Panty-Christ Alban; I am picturing this: Panty in a sea of money, blood and piss Screwed and famed Christ-style Renewed, renamed, spotlighted and framed MY STYLE I the genius Did this bloody mess I the genius Soil on canvas I the genius Did this bloody mess Bla Bla Bimbo Belle Suitable as hell Poets; Well. Done..Boy