Andreas Hellweger: Vocals, Drums, Percussion, Trumpet, Synthesizer, Piano
Martin Hemmer: Vocals, Guitars, Alto Recorder, Violin
Sebastian Koch: Vocals, Bass, Power Drill
All songs performed and arranged by Rambo Rambo Rambo
All songs written by Martin Hemmer,
except "Iscanos" written by Andreas Hellweger,
Recorded by Ronald Von Den Sternen,
Mixed by Klaus Gstettner and Andreas Hellweger,
Mastered by Martin Siewert,
Artwork and Design by Sebastian Koch
lonely pigeons with no home, of which one is overtly cloned. they have travelled far and wide. she‘s his groom and he‘s her bride.
Track Name: Dentures
you shriek even though you‘ve not been pinched. globules make your weary eyes go bling. the pain
inflicted on you is not real. no one ever told you that you have no appeal. the dough you use for baking contains no herbicides, yet it‘s just as poisonous as good auld cyanide. so eat the buns that you yourself have baked or I will force-feed you on
rear-end-cakes. litter and stains you obtain as you drain the remains of your brain onto your newly purchased parka. bitterest rain on the plains which contains all the hazardous thayngs that have always resembled acid. all the
villains want to stick their business in other people‘s orifices and poke ‘til they choke. but no one seems to have signed up for that. they‘d rather eat crap.
cinderella was the sole case to join freely. a crater in the midst of our town has shown its claws and has defied all laws. left us with open jaws. the caterer
claimed that it was two big ones which he saw. at two o‘clock he felt a shock while serving veggies raw. the whole town stood in awe. this rare display of megalomania made us think. we‘re standing on the brink of making us extinct. the only way out is to collectively swim in ink and use it as a means to make sure there is grub and drinks. sounds like a special kink.
Track Name: Iscanos
There‘s an island in the sun.
Track Name: Blamer
I‘m the runner up and you‘re the winner. crowds show their fealty to you. rigged game, who‘s to blame, broken bones. chart the run from the starting gun to the finish line. you get caught up in amphetamines
sped up to the core. I have enjoyed ground batteries, hand me some more. a wee
epiphany just slid into my brain that via tractor beam you managed to obtain the speed that brought you to the title to be claimed. part of me wants to be in a seat among a fleet to tau ceti. there were no pills involved. they don‘t work after all. you changed the past, you prick. you played the cheapest trick. on a scale from one to four you‘re
certainly a four.
Track Name: St. Leibo
at the break of dawn there will be desolation but it‘s certain that we are better off than during the flame deluge. a canticle. a fire that can‘t be extinguished just like that still stirs inside. we have come to
reinvent the same mistakes which once were made for the saint. traits that great fade. once you‘re blessed rest. bold are those who read. will it all come back? Väla cotue