Carnival In Coal - Collection Prestige

Artist: Carnival In Coal
Release: Collection Prestige


1. Party At Your House

There’s a party at your house tonight
We come to party at your house tonight

2. Fuckable

Think that I’ve become incurable
A stool with a skirt could be possible
Let me proceed I am hot as hell
Don’t go away jolie Mademoiselle

Let yourself go
Go down below
You won’t have this honour everyday

She walked away, found me laughable
My technique must be improvable
Someone find me a charisma dealer
An easy method of delicate humour

Rotten luck
Lost again
Another night
With Mr. Hand

In the end
Nobody goes unfucked but me
(Fuck me I’m famous)
Everyone gets a ride for free but me
(Fuck me I’m famous)
You can’t hurry love no you just have to wait
But waiting for thirty years seems OK
(I’m with the band)
Nobody gets unfucked but me

Man turns animal for the erotic pleasures of women… and men.

Threatening would be unforgivable
Drugging would be a poor spectacle
Though the beast is howling to be fed
Ain’t got many choices to fill my bed

Let yourself go
Go down below
You won’t have this honour everyday

This time it seemed to be feasible
She smiled and said I was edible
While undressing she swore she loved our songs
So I showed her all my bass licks all night long

Stuck up bitch
She went away
What’s wrong with the girls today?

In the end
Nobody goes unfucked but me
(Fuck me I’m famous)
Everyone gets a ride for free but me
(Fuck me I’m famous)
You can’t hurry love no you just have to wait
But waiting for thirty years seems OK
(Where is my share?)
Nobody gets unfucked but me

The chase is better than the catch.

The chase is better than the catch
But catching nothing gets boring
Everyone gets a ride for free but me
Ain’t I fuckable?

3. Satanic Disaster

On a Saturday morning anywhere on this planet
There’s a guy dressed in black renting a camionnette
He’s about to leave with a couple of friends
To play a show with their band called Ringless Witches Hands
Six hours on the road across half their country
Driving carefully yet possessed by the spirit of the unholy
How could they’ve known about the underground curse
They’d spend six hours on the road to have the pleasure to rehearse

Every Saturday evening anywhere on this earth
Guys in black plugging amps make the spotlights burst
Try to raise true evil from a bunch of customers
Then negotiate a beer with a close-minded bartender

Underground lives and forever will!
Bring me the head of the guy who’s gonna pay the bill
Underground force shall rule forever!
Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster
Underground is something funny
Make a step out of it, be considered as trendy
Underground force shall rule forever
Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster

The power of the goat nobody can deny
Is unfortunately stuck outside the doors of the bar
Five dark warriors are left with their satanic hits
Invoking forces of darkness before fish and chips

Underground lives and forever will!
Bring me the head of the guy who’s gonna pay the bill
Underground force shall rule forever!
Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster
Underground is something funny
Make a step out of it, be considered as trendy
Underground shall rule forever
Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster

66 Euros and 60 cents
At the toll gate of the motorway
As they were waiting for an evil sign
That’s exactly what they were asked to pay
Useless to call the Dark Lord as you feel lost
They were out to learn that to their cost
Their empty bellies moaning like living dead
Their heavy bodies waiting for a decent bed
Make up melts with sweat and tears
For Satan’s sake, the skin lotion’s near
Yet possessed by the hate of Christ
Yet spitting on the book of lies

Every Saturday evening till the end of time
Angry teens will wait in vain for a satanic sign
They will soon cut their hair and lead a normal life
Never again to reverse the perch of Jesus Christ

Underground lives and forever will!
Bring me the head of the guy who’s gonna pay the bill
Underground force shall rule forever!
Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster
Underground is something funny
Make a step out of it, be considered as trendy
Underground force shall rule forever
Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster

Underground lives and forever will!
Bring me the head of the guy, bring me the head of the guy
Underground force shall rule forever!
Bring me the head of the guy who’s gonna pay the bill
Underground is something funny

”Tels les chiens dans la plaine
Suppurant de sa haine
Transperce la chair
Lèche le sang de la haine”

4. Right Click - Save As

”Right click… Save target as…”
And the work is done
Easy as ABC, on a golden plate
Free for everyone
A track won’t be enough
Get the complete works
What does it change?
5 hours to swallow
A lifetime creation
Anything strange?

From Elvis to The Doors up to Judas Priest
I’ve got it all!
Browse my folder, fill your disk
From Sinatra to Genesis up to Motörhead
The universal knowledge
The masterpieces of all time
Art for free, just add it to your virtual cart
And when a singer gets ruined and ceases to sing
The TV channels will build some new kings

”Right click… Save target as…”
Or fill your wish list
Don’t forget anything, it would be a shame
No file is missing
The last one of the folder
You shouldn’t neglect
This one’s a hit
The artist is glad to show you
His supermarket bills
And his rent receipts

You’re currently listening to ”Right Click… Save As…” from the new Carnival in Coal album called ”Collection Prestige”.
Feel free to download it and enjoy it with all your friends.
And, by the way, don’t you drink and drive, and if you’re old enough to vote, register
That’s one good advice from your Carnival in Coal friend.

From the Shadows to the Stones up to Napalm Death
I’ve got it all!
Browse my folder, hold your breath
From the Beatles to the Bee-Gees up to Brutal Truth
The universal knowledge
Went to the baker’s
Stole some bread
Got arrested
That makes no sense

5. Cartilage Holocaust

There’s a hole in my pocket
And my hand through the hole
And my crotch beats the rhythm
Of the flashing light

It’s a little too early
To pick up a bone
Or steal a souvenir
Out of a body bag

Crashes and drownings and arson fires
The birth and the breeding of desire
Meet me at the scene of the crime
Hiding a satisfaction smile, say

Blood-o-rama (oyoyo) can you feel it
Ain’t nothing better to feel alive
Smell of coma (oyoyo) I can’t help it
Gets me relaxed and bucked up
Ain’t no drama (oyoyo) just forget it
There’s no reason there’s no cause
Splattered remains overdose
Cartilage holocaust

I heard a neck snappin’
Think I heard a jaw crackin’
Drunk at the wheel
Here’s another pal crashin’

Half naked bodies lying dislocated
Wide-opened torsos, members isolated
A real delight for the eyes
The real beauty is inside
(Check out the real beauty)

Humerus, radius, humerus, radius
Duodenum…
Humerus, radius, humerus, radius
Cerebellum…
Humerus, radius, humerus, radius
Sacrum…
Humerus, radius, humerus, radius
Chewing gum…

Blood-o-rama (oyoyo) can you feel it?
Ain’t nothing better to feel alive
Smell of coma (oyoyo) I can’t help it
Gets me relaxed and bucked up
Ain’t no drama (oyoyo) just forget it
There’s no reason there’s no cause
Splattered remains overdose
Cartilage holocaust

I heard a neck snappin’
I thought I heard a neck snappin’

All right

6. The Lady And The Dormant Sponge

In the middle of nowhere
In the eye of the storm
I can hear raging thunder
And many other clichés
I remember the bird’s words
Foreseeing nature’s victory
In the grandeur of its multitude
Only but toys are we
This is meaningless

Wicked wind!
In the eye of the storm
I hear the call of magic
Riddles yelling to be solved

The seven paths to Rahahaaz I must walk and forget my fear
For the ones who make this journey will acquire wisdom (and probably an extra beer)

Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine
But will you find the One who pulls the strings?
It isn’t the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme
The man who finds the answer be our king

Took a nap before going
Visions invaded my dreams
Weird creatures flashing in my mind
They appear, then they disappear
What does that mean?

A sheep with a ball gown
Surrounded by pygmies
A lady and a dormant sponge
Which will surely make sense in a near future

In the middle of nowhere
In the eye of the storm
May God spare me the way
Leading straight to the Grim Reaper
Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win
Seven holy paths and believe it or not
I stepped in shit
Off to a good start
Haaaaa!
Justifying what you’ve heard
Anger’s knocking at my mind’s door
I can’t wait ’til bedtime

Can’t wait until bedtime!

The road will be hard, the road will be long
If you don’t mind I’d rather postpone my quest
For everything that’s been happening so far
It really doesn’t make me feel at my best

In the middle of nowhere
In the eye of the storm

The path to Rahahaaz I will walk and forget my fear
But a week before or a week after, that is no great deal

Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine
But will you find the one who pulls the strings?
It isn’t the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme
The man who finds the answer be our king
But there’s no hurry

To be continued

7. Delivery Day

Channel 1, 7pm
Win a car or a tennis racket
Channel 2, same hour
Win a house or a vacuum cleaner
Channel 3, one minute later
Win a week with your favourite singer
Channel 4, within an hour
Spell your name without mistake, you’re the winner!

Channel 5, a quarter to 9
Brainless teens speak their minds about life
Channel 6, ten minutes ago
A former rock star was milking a cow

We are glad to inform you
That what you see is your life
Thinking forbidden (life)
Buy your illusions (life)
All credit cards are welcome (life)
Thinking forbidden (life)
Buy your illusions (life)
(The camera eye is part of your life)
It’s been there since day one
From the cradle to the grave
For entertainment’s sake

And so it goes, over and over
There’s even more dream in my refrigerator
More wit and humour in a liver slice
Much more excitement in a plate of rice
The TV dictatorship makes me sick
Rather vote by phone for a brainless chick
Than to open your wallet and give a dime
To the local bum so he can buy a bottle of wine

We are glad to inform you
That what you see is your life
Thinking forbidden (life)
Buy your illusions (life)
All credit cards are welcome (life)
Thinking forbidden (life)
Buy your illusions (life)
It’s been there since day one
From the cradle to the grave
For entertainment’s sake

Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night
I must admit I feel guilty
I feel ashamed of human kind
I wish I left it all behind
Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night
I must admit that I ain’t proud

So I grab my phone and vote for brainless chicks
And I order dozens of useless shits
And then I close my eyes and I fall asleep
Thinking of how happy I will be

So I grab my phone and vote for brainless chicks
And I order dozens of useless shits
Thinking of how happy I will be
On the delivery day

8. Ohlala

There’s a girl, her name is Bambirella
A gothic little princess grooving like an umbrella
One could swear she’s an ad for autism
(But she’s) two hundred pounds of poetry and dark romanticism

She’s been invited by a neighbour at a West Indian party
Rum flowing everywhere, stupid people laughing loudly
Neurosis resurfaces, she’d be better on her own
Than to share a night of shit with La Compagnie Créole

Bambirella don’t like Carioca
Fuck off Huggy, leave me on the sofa

(Tous ensemble!)
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C’est comme ça
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Ben v’là (Ohlala)
C’est la vie

Some assholes are gonna learn what it’s like to be down

Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
C’est la faille
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C’est comme ça

”Dancing is easier than trying to find some work”
She thinks, as inside she slowly goes berserk
She feels several laughing eyes are scanning her entire body
She knows that within hours they all will be so sorry

Gross reflections, stupid puns and silly jokes
The cheap perfumes melted with the smells of booze and smoke
It makes her really sick so she’s heading for the toilets
She’s barely at the door (when) she feels a hand on her butt
Oh no!

Too much for her to take
Something’s growing inside
Too much for her to take
They can run but can’t hide
Too much for her to take
The fuckin’ fury is now unleashed
She is gonna quote some Baudelaire
To the motherfucker who touched her derriere

(Zoukez!)
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C’est comme ça
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Ben v’là (Ohlala)
C’est la vie

Some assholes are gonna learn what it’s like to be down

Pas de chatte (Ohlala)
C’est la faille
Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala
Eh oui (Ohlala)
C’est comme ça

Fuck that shit
Bambirella will never go there again
All alone, without one of her depressed friends
(Note: Could Kassav’s drummer play that pleasant bridge?)
There’s no fun in all their Caribbean shit
No frizzy asshole hair-dressed like Robert Smith

Let the song end
With the third shotgun blast
For no particular reason

9. Living In The Plastic Age

[Buggles cover]

Every day my metal friend
Shakes my bed at 6am
Then the shiny serving clones
Run in with my telephones

Talking fast I make a deal
Buy the fake and sell whats real
What’s this pain here in my chest
Maybe I should take a rest

They send the heart police to put you under cardiac arrest
And as they drag you to the door
They tell you that you’ve failed the test

Living in the…
Living in the plastic age
Looking only half my age
Hello doctor lift my face
I wish my skin could stand the pace

In the bed I read my mind
Remember how the mice were blind
I watch them fighting in their cage
Could this be the plastic age?

They send the heart police to put you under cardiac arrest
And as they drag you to the door
They tell you that you’ve failed the test

Living in the…
Plastic age
Plastic age
Plastic age

PLAS-TIC
PLAS-TIC

They send the heart police to put you under cardiac arrest
And as they drag you to the door
They tell you that you’ve failed the test

Living in the…
Plastic age
Plastic age
Plastic age

10. DOA (Drunk Once Again)

Awaken by a bird song sounding like a steel fork on the bottom of a saucepan
I yawned and scared myself with the wet dog smell coming from the hole that used to be my mouth
(But for now, there’s a sponge inside)

Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons
D.O.A.
Keep on feeding my liquid illusions
D.O.A.
Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons
D.O.A.
Drunk once again

Wine stains, puke smells
If I drink again I’ll go to hell
Locked door, I’m too tired
Sitting on my pride, I’ll sleep outside

Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons
D.O.A.
Keep on feeding my liquid illusions
D.O.A.
Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons
D.O.A.
Keep on feeding nothing
Nothing
D.O.A.
(I hate myself too when I’m drunk)

11. Promenade

[Instrumental]