Rgo music group : musicians : Rammstein : Shoegazer's album Zeit (Time)

Not available through Rammstein. Dedicated to Wattie+Ha.

:: Chant Rammstein

«The unmixable incantation drone-along that Rgo wants to hear on bootlegs» was Ha's qualifier. Bonus track in this compilation. The first song created for Rammstein was to fit people in Berlin.

:: Incantation Rammstein (bonus track)

Ha was in trouble, creating songs with RammyTeens in 3 months, about two a week, not the spoof lyrics of known styles. That expected quota was set by Jason and Shoegazer. Rammyteens stopped at about 33 or 34 songs, 11 songs per album. One song and one guitar was given to the Pretenders (the original was only one-third of the song, the guitar is two makers in one). There are two versions of the song “Rammstein”, the singer-led exercise (Incantation) and the arrangement after the exercise, a tutorial on DJ'ing and getting the crowd synchronized (“Chant” at the Punk Show; expanded as “Wir sinh wir” for We DJ in 2012) for Rammstein's first album.

Armee der Tristen (Drab army / Army of Tristan)

Shoegazer led the singing and the song's theme in the German language. Ha did vocal beat box military drums, threw in some rolled R's and grunts. Jason did his duty not goofing around.

Zeit (Time) :: Rammstein Du-Whop <> Du hast

Nobody can do Cindy Lauper, which is Bebop. After Shoegazer left RammyTeens, Jason+Ha retrofitted as Rgo Musers. Ha substituted the Bebop genre with “Rammstein Du-Whop”, which is the rough demo for Rammstein's “Du Hast”. More of Jason's communist cogs looming over Ha's meticulous step cadences. He liked the footwork more than the song's lyrics. Instead of piano, why can't we revisit this one with drums? Ha wanted. She was burnt out on short, unserious lyrics.

Schwarz (Black) :: Darkness / Black Glass <> Schwarzes Glas

The lyrics used by Rammstein is the seminar. Jason's oratory left behind his Pop music. The title and theme is by Shoegazer for a different song, twenty minutes later immediately after “Armee der Tristan”. She led the German language tutorial when she arrived a few minutes later that day. He kept his duet “Darkness” in his head to skip learning German and learn more Goth, adding music back to the lyrical duet, which made Shoegazer's “Schwarz” sound more Germanic than Rammstein. The three of them danced to their own half-developed song idea about darkness in a mirror or glass, an emotional self turning “dark”, in the gloomy Goth way after being used many times as a mirror. Rammstein's edition is (first performed live 1994 Jul 02 in Berlin), forgotten and blind (supposedly Till), acknowledgment that one's group is ugly.^[2] The mirror idea was concurrent with developing the Q+J XJ chrome guitar that was eventually made by ESP and given to Gojira's lead singer Joe Duplantier.

Giftig : Toxic

Jason led on how to complain. Blame it on the city, blame the city you cannot cry, start a song that's going to rhyme ...

Zick Zack (Zig-zag, unused translation)

Ha's «Zick zack wave the fag» ditty, anti-patriotic anti-frat cigarette smoking instead of wave the flag, zig-zag Germanization idea by Shoegazer, on wayward youth, also Ha can do scat.

OK (Rammstein's version)

c.2010-2012, written by Ha for Wattie, separated themes and thesis for Ha's second version by Wattie, rewritten by Ha for Rammstein's producer then merged without Exploited. Then rammed down an abyss to be handed over to Rammstein from three sheets of paper. Both versions could have been given to Wattie, he demo'd half of the music of both. The studio musician was a bottle of alcohol in Germany.

Meine Tränen : My tears

Ha sings like Roy Orbison, «Mama's got a blind boy for a baby», about family violence.

Angst <> Sehnsucht

Jason and Ha sing opposing theses, follow-up to Jason's first guitar chords exercise «I yearn, I fear / I learn, I hear», a song request by Shoegazer to collect Ha's angsty `Sehnsucht` lettering under Jason's order. “Angst”, an alternative song and one of the few German words Ha knew, was given to her for homework before plotting out the video, which was not the Rammstein `Angst` video (Zeit, 2022) but __ (photo shoot: grey cement corners). That was when Ha complained, why video. Good for you, Shoegazer ordered, more Angst.

Dicke Titten (Fat tits) <> Zick zack

Ha's verbal intro to farewell serenade, American linguistic macaroni, modified into a song by Jason to joke on Richard's name, rhymes with «Sick kitten». Half the melody and all of the rhythm got sucked into Rammstein's “Zick zack” (__). Because Ha was not singing, strangely, half of the rhythm can be heard in __.

Lügen : Falsify

The original RammyTeens version, the one used by Rammstein, is censored. The music is Ha's rousing Punk anthem __ on faith and loyalty and never letting each other down, the music of “Rise, Rise!” Reused by Rammstein with weird lyrics in another mismash. They no like their Punk days before becoming Rammstein? Other than Till's singing, the band should have saved this one for what it was meant to be. Jason planned out the song, told Ha about it but did not receive approval. He was going to submit as much as he could write down to the analysts at GEMA. She gave him a security briefing when he received feedback from the analysts. You guess I am German censors, I am exactly like them? Let's take the CIA lie detector test, I grant you a pardon on infosec (information security). Sources and method, sources and method. You made up your source, he countered. You're not a Punk dude with a microphone dick! Would you like me to stash the riding crop with you or with Till? she pressured. I passed infosec, right? Slow! Jason Guyker is soooo slow, she hollered at him. Slow down, Ha, keep those breasts nice and high.

Adieu

Ha serenades Shoegazer for the last time.

After Easter 1993, Wattie Buchan had a good conversation with Ha, told her that he was honoured. Shoegazer had slipped the music over the Atlantic Ocean and connected her to him over the telephone. First and only time in Ha's life she used the phone that way. It was a secured line without the later Internet. Shoegazer brought the phone equipment to Ha's house. The most expensive long-distance in the USA was from inside the D.C. beltway to overseas. One of those government-patched lines that the Americans would pay.
He was at home in Scotland hugging his electric guitar, he usually plays bass. He played for about a minute to warm up, which she could hear his amps. It was magically good, very present. He said he was told about Ha's lyric change, from “is dead” to not. Too many to-be verbs sound similar in many languages: is, ist, est. Punk out instead of being dead. He liked the difference and was considering retroactively settling into a definitive version. They spoke for thirty minutes.
Who are Rammstein? Wattie was nice and polite, not questioning RammyTeens' wild adventures in amplifying. And you trust the frontman can sing? I have to, I have no choice, Ha said. Ha thought it was not appropriate for a teacher to fire a professional. If it does not work out, it is unlikely I who has to fire Till Lindemann, she said. Rammstein the whole band would have to make a group decision, not only the fellow who chose Mr Lindemann, which is Mr Richard Kruspe.
Ha sat through the rough edges, being called pussy twice. One because that was his happiness, the guitar in his hands and chatting to a pussy. Teacher his buch—butt, arse. His buttocks. Professionals, whatever, was his attitude. Two, because the pussy who was spending on Rammstein the Pussies has to be a pussy. Ha couldn't be a Punk, she had to pay her dues. Every culture is that way, a lesson for Ha. She thought he was competent on guitar, only sounded half Punk, kind of softer than she thought, midway between Punk and Pop Rock. Ha was delighted, and Wattie was having fun.
He explained control of graphics, lyrics, decals, emblems, performance vibe, clothing, language, everything. Wattie knew in his heart he would always be a Punk. But these days, he said, everybody has to be middle-class. Nobody in my neighbourhood dresses like me, I've got tattoos, they see me with my bass guitar outside all the time. Have to keep the decibels in check.
I don't know what I would do if a teenager, who is almost a woman already, walked down my alley dressed in black Goth. And her friend, too. Punks are not pigs, well, some of us are. I'm only older than I used to be, you're right, I'm not dead. How wide is the gap between you and me, two decades or so between us? Exploited really started our concerts and touring in 1980, it's been a long time, a dozen years (that was not that long to Ha). And your band from Germany, those Krauts are a decade older than you. Can you handle that reality? He had to go, his band was coming over and they were going to practice. She donated a small fund for the Exploited to do whatever Wattie wanted, no strings attached, which was all he wanted, living by his creed to not do the exploiting himself on other people.

Abélard

Shoegazer rushed through it, staying standing the whole time. She wrote down on her little notepad a list of songs for an album. Ha had no idea what she was doing. Thirty minutes before, she was organizing her list of songs that could be done on the piano. One new one that morning from Ha was only 8 minutes. It turned out to be, chopped down, the ending for the video to “Deutschland” (2019), the “Comprehension” segment that introduces segments “Flourish” and then the denoument. The last part Shoegazer was going to replace and asked for help, hence Ha's “Adieu”.
Since when did short music lessons from a teen peer turn into creating a conservatory for six oily Germans? (yes, she said that, “oily Germans”) The operation is huge! Like one orchestra each: food and clothing, stage and venue, record studio and distribution, transportation and housing, business income and administration, continuing education and fresh opportunities, civics and government (Rgo chose military for them). Now the conservatory respawned a piano Rgo could not throw Gibson at, because it is the modern state's favoured musicians' instrument. Shoegazer was on-board when Ha protested. They suck balls, they suck arse, we cannot afford to play with battery-operated dildos. The Democrats have an alternative. The partisanship is literally partisans loitering around the ministry. They want to suck Republican dick, which makes Republican rockets shoot into outerspace. That's not our Republic, what are we going to do in the Defense department about the Passive-Aggresive industry (industrial-military intelligence complex)?
The piano side project was something of a mystery. No clue who the musicians are. No information what the genre would be, the studio recording, any follow-up concerts that would hold together without Rammstein. No say whether the piano short pieces and longer connected pieces were going to be chopped down again, whether three minutes here and there would turn into a Rammstein song with a different theme or thesis. Shoegazer spoke about her conservatory program. She was going to have a pianos duet of musicians called Abélard, named after a French philosopher. Shoegazer took the time to give to Goth Chick an encyclopedic blurb on the husband of Heloise. Shoegazer was impressing her, Ha told her. You know, if it's on piano, everybody forgives the French.

Shoegazer and Jason were at intermission after that deluge of covering other people's tunes. One whole hour to yank Rammstein out of the milieu and polish them as something different. Ha went with the inverse of DJ'ing straight to a chant. The other two teenagers had a choice, military or temple. They chose a blend of both. Ha had 50 percent confidence she could achieve that level of creativity (in the next 5 minutes, please!) on her own. Perfect! Same exercise focusing on repeating the name of the band. Instead of cross-cutting into other styles of contemporary popular music, What is the Rammstein sound, What is identifiably their music? RammyTeens cheat, of course! Well, to be fair to composers, we wear the tuxedos and evening gowns, they wear slave underwear as our beloved performers. They need, I dunno, 75 percent original contribution from them, not from us. Jason and Shoegazer disagreed.
Ha, we are in tuxedos and evening gowns because it's foster care. Ha did not understand. Shoegazer asserted, 40 percent! Jason went lower, 30 percent is Rammstein. Nooooo! Jason fixed his invisible cravat to explain. We are the patrons, he said. We are legal guardians, Shoegazer said, responsible for their happiness. Noooo! Ha's 25 percent advocacy, How does that work? she probed. We are avant guarde, and so are they. Boring army-navy back to the Romans, it's right in our flag. We are the small, indispensible survivalist republic, and so are they. I don't care if EU-France quits Italy and Austria cozies up to old, familiar East Berlin without Spain's interference. In the beginning, after the dank G-strings of the disco caves of Berlin — Ha, everybody's been there, that's where we found Rammstein! Adults hiding from their own country! If it's not going to be duplicate work — oh, keep the tuxedo and evening gown, we are going to crash the 9:30 Club. Same problem there. They are play-acting as if the government does not live in the area. If it were grievances and protests, they are running a deficit and too proud to let the government do anything about their rent situation. They insist on renting but they cannot afford it. Our landscape area beautification crew can afford it. Even the Army Corps of Engineers can afford U.S. Park Service latrines outside the National Mall next to the Smithsonian red castle. And they made Metrobus and Metrorail affordable without Maryland invading. It's been a long time since government is living without a deficit. They are also living without a budget. But it cannot be a free-for-all, Shoegazer said. She answered Ha's question, so Ha turned to Jason.
What is the situation in Berlin? He said, They have a budget, but the state's allies are stingy, so their budget is too small. If it's smaller than 1936 Nazis and Hitler, okay, I will do your percentages. It is a larger German population now would be my reason to not argue with the two of you. Ha received the information from Jason. They live in Germany, the state has that, it doesn't matter they are as diverse as Americans. Ha blurted, I know I'm being redundant while other people are reiterating. Duplicate work! Well, you can bet Rammstein should munch down consumables, dilute our contribution, walk away from cheap influence, and panic their government they are auteurs, expensive heathens. Jason made his case points: Condoms are expensive, baby formulae are expensive, Protestant Anglican Papal Heathen baptismals and schools are expensive, German clocks are more expensive than Russian clocks, gawd it never ends inside upper central Europe.
We take our republican template, we do our jobs, Shoegazer focused them. They have 33 percent say, we do our avant guarde catering to Germany and Europe. I can do that, she said. Between Jason and Ha, 66 percent had to return to or stay inside USA. He unceremoniously kicked Ha out to match half the Euro work that she had next to do in German or for Germany, so he could write down RammyTeens' works in English. That's 25 percent Vietnamese linguistics, Ha, if you are saying we owe China 2 more percent, 30 upward enhance to 33 percent is Rammstein. Zero China for Rammstein is good for me, Ha agreed. Oh, you know, if the state of Germany absorbs the cost from China, they know they deal with you, right, Ha? They don't deal with us, we split British and EU. Who is paying the CSA (Central and South America), I ask you, who?! Rammstein! they said. That's a good start for the chant, Ha retorted.
How to do Thomas's job, hmm, okay. I punt the Monroe Doctrine to army-navy. I rather deal with Spain than CSA, CIA, DIA... Wait, I can help. No, I cannot. I rather deal with Sparta and the Persians at the same time than indict Athens for a third time. Athens is never going to change without becoming slaves. China is absolutely opposed to slavery in the CSA, but the British like it that way in our CIA. Your father knows more about that. The Indians don't belong in the Western Hemisphere. Aw, heck, I am at Hadrian's Wall. Good, Jason said, back to Rammstein.
Mister Punk, who won the previous competition in the category of Safe Rally — I didn't say orgy. He has studio time he is not using, so he's been invited to be part of the judges panel. The money's been taken care of. If Rammstein keep on pissing on themselves, because they have been those punks for a decade already, it's not as good as the Clash or Midnight Oil. The Punks at the gathering for their trysts in D.C., they told me... they are in love with Shoegazers. I digress. Something less militant. It's back to dog collars, plumbing pipes, nonwhite clan socks, they cannot afford our 1950s anymore. They are better than pets, I like them now. In Germany, Rammstein did not venture out to Kraut Rock. How do I know? They have Flake on synthesizers, I cannot say No to their decision. Duran Duran is very pretty. Alphaville is very pretty. They all know Ozzy and AC/DC. Ozzy and AC/DC are the less militant, somewhat occult counter-culturalists who get along with their government by picking on the stagnating establishment. Government is sometimes mixed in with the establishment, sometimes unrecognizable or simply not there. I do not why any band would point their band name to a foreign military outpost. Are they our foreign GI's (legacy children, government issues)? Let us not mention the GI trysts in Arlington, okay? She defiantly rattled them off. Bangladesh, Arab, Venuezela down Pershing strip all the way pass Seven Corners. Little Korea a short 10K jog from Fort Myer. Italians and blondes from our side of Glebe Road all the way through Ballston to the tidal basin. Cambodians have never met a Mongolian before they live together in Annandale. Do I have to shift to Arlington and step out of our State department family? The price tag on our side... oh, Children of Rammstein, oh no! Those Germans will later say they want coffee and chihuahas (prescient!). Let me get my best 1550 Vietnamese government on, I've only met the blond Punk down at the docks. Hanging out with Rammstein's parents, I suppose at times we avoid going ga-ga over the grandchildren and focus on the struggles of the adults. After the raiding parties left them with nothing but condoms and slave underwear, let us listen to their... music.
Right now, they are not bourgeoisie. Menudo is nouveau riche, Cool and the Gang are bourgeoisie, Genesis is avant garde, Metallica are partisans. Rammstein chose to be militaire. The Jackson5 are militaire. The Beatles are partisans. Dolly Parton is folk establishment sold out to French plastics. Rammstein is not a blank sheet of paper. But as a judge, everybody else gets the same opportunities as they do. So new Krauts do not have to steal food, they don't have to skip hygiene to avoid managers in the same hamlet where they were born. Industrialization sucks for them, okay, they do not have to lounge in partisan flats with boring state tech jobs. They want to be artists, our state says okay.
I'm not saying ventriloquism and puppeteering. After they have inserted their brand logo onto the state workload — they are still on the docket at state court, I say that is ordinary vetting, nothing unusual. At the talent reception area, they chose... I'm conjuring out of thin air. What should they choose? The folk classic or masterpiece is easier than the rally, it's going to be memorable. The DJ competition is safe but hard to do. We expect people to get up and dance. People can thrash and Rock with Metallica, they can be debonaire on the piano. Whichever category they enter, they should win Best in show, best all-around. How many categories of competition are there? One more. It comes from the studio, the mavericks, the orchestra, but it does not come from the state. It's pop, it's on the radio, people can buy it openly without getting into trouble, the use of the money is safe. Jason wanted the Popular Music category. He was outvoted 2-1. Oh, this Punk is wearing one hat. I have my coach's hat on. When they are ready to present, I'm going to slide away to the judge's table without my hat on (Richard kept the hat). They entered the Dance Music competition.
Early results, everyone. Abelárd made it through to semi-finals in the State Music category. That's great news for the ladies. A British band is the clear front-runner in Folk Contemporary Music — in Europe! Wow! The Blackpool Poodles (Cure) do not have to be on the radio to make money. I betcha concert tickets is their intercontinental bread and butter. That's Rammstein's paycheck next year, see? said Jason. What about MTV? Nobody who went into the Instant $1 Million Dollars One-Hit Wonder category is going to be ignored by MTV. We are only conforming to the reasonable standards that the people conventionally follow independent of us.
Jason hatched a plan. No #1 hit until four gold records, everybody gets to sweat it out dancing. They accidentally get popular sooner, see what happened to Jackson5? Till goes into a solo career. Flake goes to conservatory. Schneider washes dishes for the state because it's a steady job. Oli gets used up in gig money for the porn industry. I betcha he can really write a tune, so he can subsist on bread and butter as a songwriter who does not get paid as much as being the bassist for Rammstein. Paul and Richard, they get married. Paul DJs, he makes no money. His house husband gets robbed, every cover charge the two of them pays double taxes so their customers can party and rule them with impunity. Like the states of Austria, France, and the UK. Poland is too out of touch to dance again. Italy has the same job every century: vegetables. Formal appointments with Russia and Spain is a poor secretary's job. Favors for the Czech Republic, Hungary on the calendar, Denmark and Sweden for boat festivals only, and so on. Gay people adopt from the Netherlands. Dump deficit accounting onto Switzerland but don't let France know. Mafia in Belgium to appease the Russians, very easy. Not! Schneider checks in. So, you two owe taxes. So elaborate, I go straight to washing dishes. Keep it simple. Paul begs Schneider, I overspent again. I have a genuine Chihuahua from Mexico, it makes the husband chainsmoke. I know, I used to smoke. Can you please take our little pooch to the state kitchen, try to give it to a good family, a Czech artist or a Polish professor. Ebenezer Scrooge and Nostradamus, disaster! Disaster in the EU. Richard has been confessing at court right now. In our marriage, the only rhythm Paul knows is over-spending.
I get it now. Herr Richard is pro-Germany, and Mister Landers spends three, four degrees beyond the EU. I did go to Vietnamese Catholic church for ten years, I can almost hear him. Golly gosh. Ten years of European classical music, I cannot hear him. Overspending is an EU thing. Canada will want us to take care not to overspend around the Gulf of Mexico, tis right and fair. It's our Catholic fault, is it? It's not our teachers' problem anymore. Why is there an exception over Mexico? Gateway to the CSA?

A run through the GEMA database➚, when compared to several German Punk bands, Ha scored favorably safer. They were not surprised and thought she was a teacher. It took two weeks of analysis. Jason's songs scored favorably similar to popular German music at the time. She personally did not want Jason's profanity and his twisted challenges against Rammstein. So she tried to censor them out of RammyTeen's lyrics. Jason prepared the policy topic for discussion. GEMA had limited power, and Ha was opposed to expanding Germany's administration in any way to police... the German people's usage of the German language. He persisted, forced to advocate for the E.U.'s position.
They did not say it was delivered by a stand-up comedian with a squeezebox? Some of it is safe for children to learn the German language, he informed. He told Shoegazer and Ha that the two state ministry translation teams were surprised they knew one another's slang more than they knew government and military jargon in English: firefight (not what firefighters do), rise up (not Christian religious raising sinner's status back to innocence), dream (to hope for what can be attributed positively, unused such as to not wish for but have positive morale in an endeavor that is not about dreaming).
Jason explained Germany's situation to Ha and Shoegazer. The E.U. will let German music flounder. Popularity is in the top 10 hits, it gets worse the lower in ranking a band gets. The Germans are not competitive on the charts. Advocating for the conservatory, Ha figured that everybody gets something out of the same stipend, plus definitely a chunk of money left over for fresh people and good opportunities for talented ones. Those can go out on the market and make more money. We should not take away money and make them compete all the time. They need shelter to start with, they can make a few mistakes and learn as they go there. Are you saying they are to earn a living as professionals, like Beethoven? You know what happened to him. His fortune rose and fell with the state of Germany. If Rammstein goes to other European countries for studio recordings and practice concerts — I don't know, because the price of cabbages doubled – because they want to do their best in Germany, the extra expense out-country averages out the same. I suppose they would work harder in France or Austria. Hmmm. We have to finance Euro Rammstein? Yes.
Our sense of nationhood seems stronger than any one country in the E.U. right now, I guess. Should be nearly the same in Europe in short time. They have been around longer, they have experience. How is the E.U. going to help Germany's nationhood? Oh gawd, oh gosh, that's nervous. Do not answer that. Jason said that Europe saw Germany as being too poor in German culture. Lots of mining and engineering, but they miss Germany. I do not know what to say, so what can we help in practical ways? Anything we should do?
Jason wrote down most of the songs towards the last days of RammyTeens. He kept some of the experimental nuances, such as Ha's “Animal Farm” version of lyrics, saying “hooves” and “Napoleon”. Somebody wrote down all those lyrics, while Ha was told to keep in her memories one-fourth of the music. Rammstein's manager struck a deal with Jason or Shoegazer, she does not know which one. He wanted all 33 songs, and every scrap of piano music. Shoegazer said there is no demo tape of Ha's voice. Oh, did you want music videos with that, we'll be financing video directors, videographers for concerts on tape. And if Rammstein let us, we have hand-made clothing for them. Photography, we had orchestrated one press release and the first photo shoot. Don't tell them that, don't let the fans know we work without being seen. There's perfume, fingernail polish and chokers (rejected), guitar picks and straps, every plug-in equipment on stage except your exceptional field equipment, the EQ consoles and recorders. The entire drum set. Fireball and smoke antics, beach balls for the crowd (rejected), flowers for VIPs, champagne for the crew on special Germany days (birthday anniversaries), everything but German women. The deal is, Stop paying for everything in Germany! Off to the side, to Ha, Jason told her to triple her brain space for memorizing music, to get ready for Thomas, less academic. Rammstein is sooo academic, Ha was sly in a Valley Girl impression. She said she was terrible at remembering her own lyrics. Not anymore, he said, It's a duty.
The deal would not go through without Shoegazer's audit. She calculated there was a padded pile of donation from Rgo ontop of Ha's promise to subsidize the band's manager for 10 or 12 years. The cost of the extra material, in the form of a monetizable grant, went towards Germany's contribution to the E.U., which was only $4 million dollars. If Rammstein cannot reach a gold record, Ha was required to buy back, government-to-government, all unsold materials too harmful to donate into the population. Nobody on Earth pays in $4 million for a gold record! Are we paying for the awards ceremony and MTV gets to fly into Germany's E.U. hosting gig for free? Nope. Rammstein gets to fly to the USA for MTV. A disaster on Ha in 1997. If they get nominated for a Grammy, Ha was going to pay for them to cruise on boats onto the Atlantic shoreline, and the U.S. military bands would be there to greet Rammstein with bagpipes and flower necklaces and not a Speedo underwear in sight. Ha would be sheepishly waiting as a goodwill ambassador being emceed by some other general other than Thomas, then Jack would crash the reception with Green Beret troops tribal chanting and grunting. That would not be a disaster; Team Rgo wanted to help host the Grammys for international guests and nominees.
She and Jason had stood up after Ha's tutorial on Scholasticism, the trivium and quadrivium. They were pumped! That [mini educational module] felt like $1,000 an hour, Shoegazer said. Ha had used up ten minutes of their time. The three teenagers put together ideas, music, art they wanted Rammstein to dole out. And Bryan Adams does the photography?
I cannot give you fiat power just like that. It does not work that way, said Ha. We have to hire people, Shoegazer said. A famous musician is an obvious pick. He's so... Canadian? I can approve, that is what I can do, Ha said. Do you have enough for a whole album? It's a German Industrial Metal band, now I know they are not strictly Punk or Goth. They are not going to put out three-minute pop tunes. How many minutes is that? Shoegazer was short fifteen to twenty minutes for a full-length album.
Meanwhile, she stalled and did some guerilla management with Jason, just to let Ha know it was Ha's job to fill in the music beyond sketchy ideas. In real time? By the time I'm done with a short sonata, you're going to want to sign a rapper with diamond teeth and platinum spiked top dreads. And they're gonna rap in what? Argentinian Portuguese? I can afford the platinum, my sister does hair, $200 for the recently departed Vice-President Quayle. I cannot afford diamonds for rappers, not even in Swahili! Jason managed the three of them at Ha's house. Go away! Do what you have to do over there. Give us ten more minutes.

When Shoegazer arrived, Jason gave her the seminar material as a half-sung memo. She had brought her German dictionary to Ha's house that day and used it generously. For the song, she “classified” Central Intelligence Agency covert operations' improbable success rate. She did not teach Ha the German word for dark but black. Jason was a bigot about fat black women. Whatever experience he had with or about them, he had no social solvency for them either. He detested them, pouring his loathing into music where he could regain his balance and avoid agitating conflict.
Dit and dich means “says you” in French and German. Dick is the short American nickname for the proper name Richard. “Titten” is similar-sound to German as the American “tits”, which is breasts, suggesting to the uninitiated who do not study German that the ending -en is for plural. Ha was not as smart about European languages, downvoting a goofy macaroni rhyme on Teutonic. Absolutely not! she said. You can make fun of the German laguage, but you cannot make fun of Till's ethnic stock. Gulp! Ha, you are not the mother! they retaliated. Jason proceeded with his grievance.

Jason serenades Ha

‘Dicke titten’

Dicke titten, fat lips
Fat bottom, wide hips
She's so fat
She ain't all that
She's so sick
Gimme the one with
Big lips, tight ass

She's so pretty, she's got class
I love the style, the smile, all that
I want her bad, the life, the ride
Fast and free, enter and hide

Come on in, big boobs, fat thighs
Close the door, count to four
You can't have fame
Lookin' like that
Black cat, you and I
We're not the same
Get to work, sing me a ditty

We all lose the same

Sick kitten, dick titten
Dick titten, sick kitty

Sick kitten, sick kitty
Dick titten, dick ditty. ...

They laughed so hard. They unleashed more jokes on Ha and slapped her around with an invisible Richard dildo. Replace your batteries if you still want more of me. I have control over Phillips Magnavox. It never occurred to her that is not a good thing. Either you stole it or you are bluffing, accusing her she is Vietnamese is why. Jason told her, Fuhleep is not your friend. They mimed opening a dildo like an army flashlight and replacing the batteries. Did you know, Shoegazer said, when we [next generation State department] want to be government in the Phillipines, we cut you out, because you don't speak Japanese and Vietnamese at the same time. Jason knew he was in trouble. Dangit! she exasperated. French and English at the same time is not German! English is the dildo without batteries, what a dick! Dit do dit do, Morse code in Vietnamese all says the same thing: Clean your arse! Only the Russians know what we are saying on the radio. They respond, Dah! Aaah, feels gut! Das gut! Clean butt, clean bowels.
If you want to take back the Phillips Magnavox factory, you send me, assuming you can get away with secret communications in Portuguese Spanish. I assemble the militia without speaking Japanese, they confiscate all the batteries and let you Europeans stay at the army fort holding hollow dick pushers in your hands. Your staff curse at you in Japanese even though they are from Brazil. I walk in and go straight to the Peruvian consular service personnel, with the local militia assembled outside. I deputize the consulars have Magnavox and break secrecy by opening the window and letting the curtains flap in the breeze, and announce, really loudly, so loud, the warrant officers in the back row outside are planning in their heads their transition to business executive lives and what Peruvian poetry books they have to commission— Are their hands clean, I ask you. Really loudly, Aaaarrrrrre they? You deign I need a Marshall brand P.A. to speak to both of you at the same time, indoors and out? The weather is lovely, and they had lunch already.
Group Leader, Jason said, a moment away from your warrant officers. Step away from the window! He is the sherrif in the group again, the Viking with barbarian underlings. He doubts their capability only because his staff have been loitering at bureacratic state ammenities without work after hooking up the P.A. system with nothing to broadcast. House Fuhleep is not Lee-own the Lion, he said. Lay-own? Ha asked whether third-party they is related to Bourbon of Orleans. In sato vocce, he said softly above a whisper, Chemistry for batteries. Loudly so Shoegazer could hear, Then get your qualudes in America whenever you want to kidnap Mister DeeCee the Eastern European, my senior [Vietnamese] y ta [Latin] nomen familia Tesla of Hungary. So you had better turn off the lightbulbs, it is not dinner time yet. Calming down, she told the young personnel, Administration to formation! Accounting will be done in Peruvian poetics, so thank your staff and be polite! Punishment will be meted out in front of the Very Catholic Filipino locals. I'm going to dick deet it out as loud as I can, to reinforce the very idea, ah Voo, toto bene at You All, Mucho Beaucoup Trés Cat-toe-lick. They meow, I slurp their toes, spit out their toenails, they go fishing and cut you out. Fuleep to the fore, pronto!
Give me your report without the back row eavesdropping. He needed Shoegazer's assistance. Come over here to Group Leader, he told her. Put Magnavox on the ship and sail away. Done, they promised. I have an impending non-problem immediately after that. Do you want me to go fishing with the locals, or do you want me to intern and learn Peruvian poetry? Neither, Jason said. And do not listen to Thomas. Help him! I cannot help him if I do not listen to him, she said. Does not mean I am doomed to follow his official advice that is turning into a proxy plan full of baby booming and drones, everything he does not want to be. Help her, Jason said. Excellent idea, Ha said. How may I serve you, serr femme? You'll have to explain that official promotion to me, if only I knew what I am supposed to be doing, Shoegazer said. Ha told her, Can you lead a militia of 500? That is the size of Fuhleep plus Magnavox. Yes, Madame, I can. Then we finalize pulling Thomas out of NATO (Ha was wrong; Thomas fit NATO better than the Asia Pacific, so Jason was right about his uncle). Six months along the islands, your rank will be OC-4 Cadet-Major, then you go to the continent Australia, and you start with a division. No! Jason interrupted. The dick over there is not the topic of Group's general schedule. We need her to pass summer and autumn on our calendar here in Arlington, and to start right immediately in the winter for Australia (he rushed to accept Ha's order offer). That is Year 2. To answer your question, Jason, it is voluntary, by consent only, that they who govern poorly in the British Commonwealth must retreat to be led better. Léon is there in lower Ayed-dear-land, Four Leaf Clover Land. Help me! Parliament is killing this Punk!

Shoegazer's double album Zeit (time)