V!C!M! #Strappado

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Platte 10: L’estrapade, Callot 1639

[names of the songs and all lyrics are loosely translated, for the original lyrics in german please visit the german section of our homepage]

In the previous tracks we received information about Dix, his definition of art and his reasons for joining war – to experience war, because he had to. With Baum der Gehängten [Hangman's Tree] the explicit description was the main topic, the observation and the clear separation of seen events and conceived events. Tod und Teufel [Death and the Devil] introduces the interpretation and the question for responsibility gains weight. Strappado is the last song in the cycle of Jacques Callot.

Ryhme 1

The thin rope is like a maiden, wrapping thightly ’round your waist,

but if you did something wrong, I thighten it up for you.

I pull it up, and fix it on the highest tree,

slowly you ascend, screams penetrate my ear.

The resistance is crushed, the constraints are accepted and the whole image of oneself, the moral ideas and the empathie is gone, coverd under a thick soil of war. The mutation is completed, there are no more questions, no criticism. What remains is a puppet.

Ryhme 2

If you deserved it, or not! This is the verdict I´ve made!

Your expression is my payment, seduce me more than gold.

Torment is your agony, this one was my choice.

The breathless beginning which culminates in a blast beat supports this inner change. The further the song advances, the further the acceptance of the character advances. He becomes aware of his determination and floats into it. The first and second rhyme are eased by groovy parts to underline that the mutation is still in progress. However, as the third rhyme kicks in, you might recognize an even romantic dedication to the horrors which he causes by himself.

Ryhme 3 (Part 1)

The mass is screaming. They comfort with your pain.

Your will is broken. A smile is on my lips.

Nebulous and enraptured melodies create a short pause, only to culminate into a wall of sound. An orgasm of the mind, a cut out of the cruelties that he experienced. The cruelties that he does not even recognize as such anymore because he is right between them.

Ryhme 3 (Part 2)

Your mind will be shattered, like glass. Your pain is my pleasure.

Torment is your agony, this one was my choice.

Only one last time there are doubts, which slowly but steadily penetrate his mind. A last outcry, but hopeless in comparison to this exaltation which goes hand in hand with leaving humanity behind. Focussing on a small point and leaving everything behind, even responsibility. Throwing everything away like old cloth, which were only a guise to reality. And all that remains is a man, alone, shattered, hanged by the art of STRAPPADO!

Μ.Χ. on November, 11, 2013



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