Einstürzende Neubauten - Haus der Lüge / Epilog (Lyrics, 1080p60)

For the english translation of the lyrics scroll down a bit. Not all of it could be accurately translated because of the abstract nature of the lyrics. For example the german word “Geschoß“ with which the singer Blixa Bargeld plays around means “storey“ or “floor“ of a multi-level building but also “projectile“. A similar german word, “Schoß“ means “lap“, but in the context of this song becomes connotated with “Geschoß“. Disclaimer: My channel is entirely non-commercial, all rights belong to the artist. If the artist is not ok with me featuring their work here, please contact me and I’ll take the video offline. Again: I don’t make any money with my videos, all of what I uploaded here is done entirely for the love of the music presented. Lyrics-Videos-Playlist: Einstürzende Neubauten are a german industrial / experimental group founded in 1980. One of their trademarks are their custom built instruments. This track is taken from their album “Haus der Lüge“. The band has an impressive back catalogue and I highly recommend giving their work a shot. In earlier days they were still very noisy, their album “Kollaps“ probably being the noisiest and admittedly most chaotic of them - which was somewhat their mission back then: to break the usual hearing habits in order to make room for new impressions. Destroy to create. With every following album they became more organized and focussed. Translation (taken from ): First floor: Here live the blind Who believe what they see And the deaf Who believe what they hear Strapped to a kitchen stool Sits a lunatic who believes Everything that he can touch (his hands lie in his lap) Second floor: Roll to roll In wood-chip wallpaper Tenants stand around in the corridors Contemplating the walls attentively Searching on it strip by strip For printing or spelling errors They couldn’t even decipher their own names To the next floor: Which, oh wonder! Was never completed And can only be reached by the stairs- Here lie errors belonging to the company With this they tile the floors Where none are permitted to tread Fourth floor: Here lives the architect He goes on with his plan This building crammed full of ideas It reaches from funda- to firmament And from fundament to the company At the ground floor: There are located four doors They lead Directly outdoors Or better stated, to the cornerstone There, who wants to can wait The concrete comes at 12:00 Laying the cornerstone! Laying the cornerstone, lies, lies, lies! Trains of thought are painted over In head-height brown Infamous or Catholic violet For better orientation Attic floor: It has some damage An old man sits on the roof truss Dead angels are scattered on the floor (their faces match his) He holds a gun between his knees He aims it at his mouth And in the skull Through the skull And out of the skull, outward In the top of the roof Permeates the bullet God has shot himself An attic floor can be expanded God has shot himself An attic floor can be expanded Epiloge: Ground floor: This is a basement This is where I live This is dark, moist and pleasant This is a basement This is where I live This here is a lap