Peng! es un álbum de Stereolab, publicado en 1992 por Too Pure. El disco incluye 11 canciones, entre ellas «Super Falling Star», «Orgiastic», «Peng 33» y «K-Stars».
Listado de Canciones
- Super Falling Star
Letra
The strange setting of our story Re-presented: nothing but a super falling star The landscape was no mystery The idea of a mind so vain, at the point of infinity Seen and I've heard it (The creation) Seen and I've heard it (The creation) Whatever enters the eye we'll see Let their hand go for it, grasp it It is stranger than the setting of it It will leave them with a pounding dream Seen and I've heard (The creation) The creation is in my eyes The creation, the lies - Orgiastic
Letra
Confuse forms, unleashing of passions Confuse forms, by means of inversion Emotions carried to the extremes Orgiastic of chaos of supreme Has to bring the world's dissolution In a momentary disruption Although the moment seems definitive The urge to escape from time into pas-time Opposites in juxtaposition While the orgy lasts ultimate fulfillment Timelessness of eternal moment The beginning, the end transmutation - Peng 33
- K-Stars
Letra
They were young In their mid-twenties Some in their teens They were intelligent And some believed Were geniuses They were passionate Wildly in love Adventurous Well they were exuberant Capable of hate Extreme anger They were drawn Towards the exceptional They avoided work But worked hard on their laziness And evermore It seems they walked Wandering through Paris Was a genuine art - Perversion
Letra
In our Christian society There's something wrong with having pleasure Pleasure more precisely is called sin Therefore our well thinking citizens Have decided it was best to hide Deny pleasures such as sex, drugs Out of the repression of pleasure Something logically came into the light Something much graver than sex, drugs Perversion could only entail regression Of a civilisation that Would avoid mastering anxiety That would distort the truth, corrupt behaviour In our Christian society There's something wrong with having pleasure Pleasure more precisely is called sin Therefore our well thinking citizens Have decided it was best to hide Deny pleasures such as sex, drugs Out of the repression of pleasure Something logically came into the light Something much graver than sex, drugs Perversion could only entail regression Of a civilisation that Would avoid mastering anxiety That would distort the truth, corrupt behaviour - You Little Shits
Letra
There are worlds within the world Within the world there are worlds The situation is the universe of man As the measure of all things Understand that you are another world in miniature And that in you there are the sun The moon and also stars Man as the messenger of being By analogy flesh and bones of man derive from earth His bloody from water, his breath from air And body heat from fire - The Seeming and the Meaning
Letra
Everything becomes so defined That in the end there's no definition They do not mean a thing They don't tell a story We communicate more and more In more defined ways than ever before But no one has got anything to say It's all very poor, it's all just a bore Someone has to make the difference Between the seeming and the meaning (we communicate more and more) The seeming overruns the meaning (it's all very poor, it's all just a bore) Everything becomes so defined That in the end there's no definition They do not mean a thing They don't tell a story We communicate more and more In more defined ways than ever before But no one has got anything to say It's all very poor, it's all just a bore Someone has to make the difference Between the seeming and the meaning (we communicate more and more) The seeming overruns the meaning (it's all very poor, it's all just a bore) We communicate more and more In more defined ways than ever before But no one has got anything to say It's all very poor, it's all just a bore Someone has to make the difference Between the seeming and the meaning (we communicate more and more) The seeming overruns the meaning (it's all very poor, it's all just a bore) - Mellotron
Letra
(Au point illimité Au point illimité...) La sensualité Noyée dans la tendresse Est illimitée La sensualité Noyée dans la tendresse Est illimitée La sensualité Noyée dans la tendresse Est illimitée La sensualité Noyée dans la tendresse Est illimitée - Enivrez-Vous
Letra
[French:] Il faut être toujours ivre. Tout est là: c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du Temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans trêve. Mais de quoi? De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise. Mais enivrez-vous. Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, dans la solitude morne de votre chambre, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge, à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout ce qui roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est; et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront: "Il est l'heure de s'enivrer! Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps, enivrez-vous; enivrez-vous sans cesse! De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise!" [English translation:] One should always be drunk. That's all that matters: that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing. But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk. And if, at some time, on the steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking up when drunkeness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, a star, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will reply: "It is time to get drunk! So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, with poetry, or with vitrtue, as you choose!" - Stomach Worm
Letra
The world is full of indisputables (with whom all of us share reality) The world is in fact just that (a long indisputable and rich tradition) The world I know of I'm extrusive (to be jealous is to conform) Not the only one, a nominal thing, the law of division Jealousy will make you suffer (from being excluded from the universal) Jealousy will make you suffer (from being crazy from being a woman) Not the only one, a nominal thing The law of division, not the only one The world is full of indisputables (with whom all of us share reality) The world is in fact just that (a long indisputable and rich tradition) Not the only one, a nominal thing, the law of division Jealousy will make you suffer (from being excluded from the universal) Jealousy will make you suffer (from being crazy from being a woman) Not the only one, a nominal thing The law of division, not the only one, the only one - Surrealchemist
Letra
Even more than philosophers, aiming at no less than The total transformation of man and the world Begin with the dissolution of superfluous matters So that desire and consciousness are free New man, new woman proud and free New man, new woman happy to be True life, embodying pleasure, principle's noblest triumph Over the cowering mendacity of bourgeois christian civilisation New man, new woman proud and free New man, new woman happy to be True life, embodying pleasure, principle's noblest triumph Over the cowering mendacity of bourgeois christian civilisation