Thanatz echoes Michel Foucault?

[Brett Coley]

Ken Jones wrote:

> I remember it as one endless chant:
<snip>

Yes, that is the chorus.  There are  more lyrics, and
I'll throw in the Me 262 (strange but true, a company here in TX
is building replicas) [jommo -- should be jumo?]  --- Brett

p.s. After only 6 mos., I'm starting to think that Stanly Kubrick
was right about Texas...  Also, to get the full effect, you need
to ride around in a '64 Corvair (GM's take on a VW) in 1978 with
Secret Treaties blasting out of a Pioneer cassette deck that cost
more than the 'vair. Damn, I feel so dated now.



DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION


 Oh yeah
 It's been ten years, half my life
 Just getting ready but then it was time
 Warpage in the figures, radios appear
 Midnight was the barrier, back in 1963

 Each night, the covers were unfolded
 Each night, It's Susy's turn to ride
 While Charles, the one they call her brother
 Covers on his eyes, murmurs in the background
 It will be time...

 Oh yeah
 Susan and her brother, Charles the grinning boy
 Put me in the backseat, and they took me for a ride
 Yeah, the radio was on, can't you dig the locomotion
 Kingdoms of the radio, 45 RPM
 Too much revolution then...

 Each night, the covers were unfolded
 Each night, It's Susy's turn to ride
 While Charles, the one they call her brother
 Covers on his eyes, murmurs in the background
 It will be time...

 It's past midnight said Charles the grinning boy
 And looking at me greedily, said it's 1964

 In times square now, the people do the polka
    Dominance....Submission...radios appear
 New Year's eve, it was the final barrier
    Dominance....Submission...radios appear
 We took you up and put you in the back seat
    Dominance....Submission...radios appear
 Form year to year we looked out for the venture
    Dominance....Submission...radios appear
    Dominance....Submission (repeat ad nauseam)

Me 262


 Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
 Say's Willie's done quite a job
 Hitler's on the phone from Berlin
 Say's I'm gonna make you a star

 My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next patrol
 A flight of English bombers across the canal
 After twelve, they'll all be here
 I think you know the job

 They hung there dependant from the sky
 Like some heavy metal fruit
 These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Must they live that I might die

 In a G-load disaster from the rate of climb
 Sometimes I'd faint and be lost to our side
 But there's no reward for failure, but death
 So watch me in the mirrors, keep in the glidepath

 Get me through these radars, no I cannot fail
 Not when great silver slugs are eager to feed
 I can't fail, no not now
 When twenty five bombers wait ripe

 They hung there dependant from the sky
 Like some heavy metal fruit
 These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Must they live that I might die

 Me-262 prince of turbojet, Junker's jommo 004
 Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
 And see these English planes go burn
 Now you be my witness how red were the skies
 When the fortresses flow, for the very last time
 It was dark over Westphalia, in april of '45

 They hung there dependant from the sky
 Like some heavy metal fruit
 These bombers, ripened, ready to tilt
 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Must they live that I might die

 Must these Englishmen live that I might die
 Junker.s jommo 004   (repeat six times)
 Bombers at 12 o'clock high