Headbutt

Once there was a tool in his hand
He forgot the thumb war stance
Scratched his head to figure how
Grip tightly and don't you scowl

Lob it off, pluck it away
Hair begone, butt today
Shiny bald clean on top
Frair tuck-it pluck it off

The axe man aces his catechism
Eat it, believe it, wash in baptism
Alturn ladyboy bald muff snuff
That's the spirit of holy tough butt

Then there was a fire on the land
His enemy slew blue-eyed arse man
Flaming fever red hot head
Every follicle platinum and dreads

Hack it off, stuff it away
There begone, fire today
Oily scalding gleaming pot
Bowman chirping, Hey cheap shot

The tool to scrape his butt hair off
But fire to singe the brow of sinners
A crown to ward away a demon monster
A song to butthead before dinner

Friar, friar, brother demon
Squeeze me chilli and lemon
You know meat is not good for you
Sin no more ash backyard barbeque

..by Jason+Ha 1993, 
security session at Ha's house, actually all vocal 
non-text //UNCLASSIFIED.

    By “accurately”, we suppose we know Paul and Till but we do not. If they do get violent, we will serenade to them the next song. Coming up, like it or not, the headnumbing Top 10 Rammstein frivolous ditty, but it's not tits and ass. It is some throwaway dedicated to Richard Ha-cannot-pronounce-his-last-name ZK. Realistically, a valid solution is easier than Ha pronouncing Richard's last name. Krispy Kruspe. How do you know for sure the future behaviour of people you have never met, and you know you do not know them? But you are saying Richard cheated, he butt in, it's only between Paul and Till. Okay, Richard is the giant floating zombie head. He will find out what it is like to be a tyrant. Why do we serve people we do not know? Do we bet on talent and obedience? Do they bet on us that way?
    Realistically, can we fire Rammstein? They can fire us. Nobody wants support if it is an onerous humiliation. They work for themselves, the pleasantries with Germany is by mutual consent. I'm not going to review who wants to thieve money from Rammstein. They can train tribute bands to keep the buzz going. Nobody is going to pay tribute to RammyTeens. Wait a minute, all we have accomplished is agreed to quit eating meat. Guess what, Team, if anybody with our money don't know how to cash in, we swoop in like we realistically practiced, and we drag Richard ZK to court. If we don't see happy German concertgoers, I'm going to sue Rammstein. With a bow and arrow, but it won't be cheap shots. More vigorous demand for justice. I'll take Paul and Richard's strings away. They'll have nothing left but zippers and barbed wire. They'll hunt fat cows harassed by butterflies, slaughter the meat, snip away barbed wire fencing, and get their revenge. We keep Oli at court while Till corrupts them. Realistically? Yeah, that could happen. Either Oli is newfound innocent or Rammstein's tactic to temporarily abandon him is all the evidence we need.
    Germany can quit dealing with USA. But nooo. Schneider sneaks around and uses that proxy idea. He'll drop France, his home country Germany, anything British, and the USA, and head straight to Canada. More brass platters (untrue). Schneider bets on the man with the axe, he's in Paul's camp. Till quits the lopsidedness and fetches Oli out of court. Flake is on Richard's side, and Richard stole bow and arrow from our armory. That sullies Paul's reputation, so Till has to straighten everybody out.
    How did Richard get the bow and arrow from Till? Till only has flares and sparkles left? Yes, because Till is unsatisfied with RammyTeens. Usually, Richard punishes himself. Flake is the instigator, he lets Richard take the suspicion upon him. We cannot chance anything, Richard's latest stealth report — I made it up, I'm lying — suspects Till might become violent toward Flake or Oli. No, he won't. Violent people pick on people their own size. Except the zombie head tyrant. You trust his report on Till? You trust Richard... Kruspe? You trust my setup? Not when Till is a hostage of Richard ZK! He's such a spoiler. Why doesn't he punish himself with a Till dildo? Do we deal with him directly or do we still go through Germany? We need our own radio, not a dildo hand-stakingly replicated from Till Lindemann's nether regions meant for Flake.
    Uh, no, Ha. Let Till straighten them out. Hostage or not, if anybody's going to whoop Pretty Boy's butt, it's flaming head Lindemann. I betcha he would. With a custom dildo of him, too. Ha was not gaining any traction. You don't know what it means when the leader is a hostage of dildos, I mean tyranny! She was spilling clues. He has to get aggressive because he's not going to negotiate with tyranny. The two guitarists have cornered him. It's dastardly. Ha, Shoegazer said, have mercy. That's the only way they can walk away and not complain. Or succeed, Ha said. I don't care if Paul doesn't need shampoo for the top of his head for a whole season. I don't care if he steals fingernail polish and eyeliner from Richard ZK. When Paul Landers undergoes metamorphosis... that's the only way they can walk away and not complain. I will pardon my butt I have been involved early in Rammstein's time.
    We have to draw the line somewhere. We don't do body scarification. We don't design tattoos (well, umm, Paul made Till a believer, Ha did). We don't pick which new holes they are going to get new piercings. We don't measure the size of the new diet chicken Kentucky Fried dinner bucket by a British crown wrapped around a butterfly that left it already. They may not spend money on botox, breast implants, face lifts, nor circumcision. We don't buy cameras to appease their fans and surveille them.
    What do you mean by when Paul Landers? How do you know, what metamorphosis? He's going to get a Gibson Les Paul, ordered by us. Do we give them what they want, do we cater? Or do we act like we're cheap and make no money anyway. Are we supposed to care what they want and need, or we could be the tyrant and they get whatever the heck we deem, even if we are careless or lazy. How do I know what I am doing is good for them? They express their wants and needs is how I know what to do, serving is not impossible. In hell, the devil tricks us and throws away our efforts. I do not know them, but they have prioritized what they want to do and what they need to accomplish, well, to fulfill the muse's wishes. The muse is other men. Flashing tits and ass at everybody, according to the report from Georgetown — who taught me about bück dich? Shoegazer said so, Remember the attorneys in Georgetown over there in D.C.? That's right, Shoegazer, we females will hear everything eventually. At the end of the day, men love men more than f'ing. They'll abandon their wives for girlfriends, girlfriends for daughters, cats for puppies. Men is time. When they monopolize all the time in the world, women's clocks are broken. Is your clock broken? Shoegazer asked Ha. No, not yet. His metamorphosis is he'll go around repairing clocks a few times. Women will kick him around, and he'll have to quit and keep to Rammstein. He won't lose unless he's going to make a walkie talkie seance out of a guitar, channeling the prowess of... Prince and the New Pop Generation. I mean, Prince and the Pop Power Revolution. Let me get that right. Paul and the New something German something. By fiat, I declare Paul loses. We cannot let him win either. I digress. I wanted to say we must not, but we cannot.

RammyFur

Meow!  Hisssstt
Bikini bodies on the beach
Lounging in the hours
Swimming under the sun
Rubbing suntan lotion on you
Running on the sand for fun

A year goes by, a decade
Heats the sand, time washes
Away clear memories, the surf
Jangling guitars drowning out
Our voices, we were RammyFur

Drop by puddly drop dripped mud
Cratered into splashes our feet
Dug into melodies for days
Sky wandering above the beach
Rainshower coming, swallowing
   RammyFur

A year goes by, a decade
Heats the sand, time washes
Away clear memories, the surf
Jangling guitars, drowning out
Our voices, we were RammyFur

A decade gone by, a lifetime
Before lightning storms
Crashed into our memories
Of time sensating with you 
Saturated soundless guitar

singing
While it was, all it was
Was sky and water and feet
Pitter pattering unscattering
Shoals tickling toes smooth
Muddy motion sinking, cool

Flashes of seen not heard
In the sun there were
You RammyFur chirly friends
Bright as the sand vast
Before RammyFur last night

A year goes by, a decade
Cools the sand, time washes
Away clear memories, the surf
Jangling guitars, drowning out
Our music, I remember

In the end, RammyFur
You take a picture of us
In the fireglow we know
Every note by feet
Banded thunderclap shows

A year before, a decade hence
Together the night time sings
To silence water washing 
Away dark memories, the beach
Every curly wave, mooning over
Rammy für stein smashing