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	EXTERMINATION сентябрь 2003

Set list:

Running out
Fox
Paparazzo
Sue Morphiss appears
The message
Under attack
In the cage
Countdown
Running out 2
The Peace Hymn


	Intro: Two years gone since the horror acts on Manhattan happened… And I’m struggling for peace with this one. Спустя 2 года после трагических террористических актов на Манхеттене, в сентябре 2003, вышла программа «Extermination». Концептуальный альбом повествует о том, как журналист спас от уничтожения целый город. История начинается с того момента, как он в своём внедорожнике пытается увезти страшное оружие как можно дальше от города и рассказывает о том, что же всё-таки произошло и как он оказался в таком положении («Running out, part 1»). И вот его повествование... Герой представляется нам: его зовут Джонни Фокс, он видный журналист, работающий на (вымышленную) газету «Thoughts» («Fox»). Далее выясняется, что Джонни не просто журналист, а профессионал папарацци, готовый добыть материал для очередного репортажа о чём угодно любыми, даже противозаконными, способами («Paparazzo»). Ключевая часть событий (следующие три стихотворения) передана в повествовательной манере в прошедшем времени. Он сообщает нам о том, как впервые увидел свою будущую коллегу («Sue Morphiss appears»). Как входе создания репортажа о нападении на взрослого мужчину узнаёт о том, что она готовит страшный террористический акт, способный полностью уничтожить город («The message»). И как Джонни, пытаясь добыть доказательства, оказывается в западне за несколько часов до взрыва («Under attack»). Журналисту всё же удаётся выбраться из клетки, в которую он был посажен («In the cage»), но, пытаясь отключить бомбу, он только уменьшает количество времени, оставшееся до взрыва: на дисплее лишь 5 минут («Countdown»). Рассказ журналиста завершается, и мы снова переносимся в его внедорожник, теперь уже до конца понимая, что происходит. Более миллиона человек может погибнуть, и Джонни решает вывезти бомбу из города и затопить её в море. Но побережье оказывается слишком мелким, и, чтобы попасть на глубокую воду, ему приходиться спрыгнуть в воду с высокого обрыва… на своей машине. Раздаётся взрыв («Running out, part 2»)… Программа заканчивается Пацифистским Гимном, написанным на музыку Бреда Фиделя к фильму «Терминатор 2: Судный День» («The Peace Hymn»).

"Running out" (Part 1: Seconds of the thumping heart) Driving fast, running out, Sometimes look on numbers count. On the road, straight ahead By the aim I’m being led. Not afraid, just remorse That change figures in the box. Could prevent before this try, But was tricked and now we die. I am running out of town, To save it so fast I go. I am counting seconds down, Whether I’m on time, don’t know. I was fool, I was wrong. It’s last chance and I’m alone. So I have to take it – One life for whole city hit. In conjecture you are lost – I’ll relate, what matters most. Listen up the story now: Why it’s on and started how. I am running out of town, To save it so fast I go. I am counting seconds down, Whether I’m on time, don’t know.	"Fox" Hello, guys! My name is Fox. Mr. Johnny Fox from “Thoughts” – Head newspaper, man it shocks, Which on many columns lots. Mine are news that awesome hot, Everything in sight I got: Crime, intrigues and vital all – If you read it you just fall! Yes, man, it is something special! Every article got passion, Written in such scandal way. I’ve got so much to say. But I’m not only just writer – An investigator, fighter; I know things that they do not, Broke all borders, never caught! Secret objects – got their scheme, Hidden treasons – filled up ream! World’s top journalist – my dream, But for now, just best in team!
"Paparazzo" So you think that all is clear? Don’t you feel then that I’m near? You may say: “There’s only me”, - Just cause me you cannot see. You are never on your own, As I don’t leave you alone, Somehow always watching you, Now your family and crew. I’m a paparazzo – hunter For all that you might there do, Not a journalistic ranter – Now way too more about you. Bribery or grafting deal, If they only happen, real – Any kind of any crime Comes in my view all the time. All your duties and your action, Even if I’ve got just fraction, Will be fast and whole revealed On the information field. I’m a paparazzo – hunter For all that you might there do, Not a journalistic ranter – Now way too more about you. I am paranoia, nightmare, If you’ve done mistakes, just few, I’ll denounce all, I’ll dare, Even if you sit on pew. There’s no way to stay unseen – Anyway, you on my screen. Photos, record tapes, CD Will detect you under lee. Try recall: you vote against Social control. It’s erased. Still unable state check you But, you now… That’s what I do!	"Sue Morphiss appears" First I saw her on Main Square: Fast in fright across she forced Till the chasers – cops – her lost; But I didn’t really care. Short time later: day or few – I recall now that time well: There was blast in shopping cell, Had then so much work to do – She turned up in our office, Having said that she starts working. When close to me she was walking, She said: “Hi! I am Sue Morphiss”. “Morning! Seen you in the mob At the City-Center square… What was it? Cops on your tail…” And she answered: “Well… just job”. Problem: state guards – it’s so usual With all journalistic staff, Sometimes it goes really tuff – A huge danger, not illusion! Had been working for some weeks, To say, Sue did not work hardly, But her luck she wasn’t ugly… Once she showed me some picks. On one under tree girls stand, Among them she’s on the right, Dressed in top: “UL” wrote light – I have asked her what that meant? Sue spoke: “Name. It’s Utah Lee”, - Who is it? An actress? Singer? Sportsman or just scandal ringer? Then she added: “Also me”. Since then we have spent some time, As Sue turned into assistant, I can’t say that I had missed it, For she worked with me like mime; I mean Sue spoke just few words. Journalist – not her profession: No quality, no passion – Simple scribbler for dull boards. Also she was strange a lot: Early coming, later leaving, Daily foreign mail receiving, Cold outside, but inside hot.
"The message" First job came earlier that day – Body have found cops, they say: Reanimated wounded man, Docs were amazed: “How live he can?!” Dozen of shots, but was alive! His luck – fast surgery arrived; But they still thought he’s dying fast… Might see him, staked all on this cast. Dressed in a finest white doc smock, Falls documents were in my stock, I entered hospital, his ward… Five photos. Nothing was too hard. But after flash he opened eye! I don’t get why I didn’t cry! He whispered: “Pocket”, - and that’s all, And then I heard the nurse’s call. She was so near that I might go, But I saw dress hanging in row. Have searched the pockets and I found In hidden one paper in ground. I look at it straight and I can’t even swallow! I shiver, as these all just cannot be hollow: “The Extermination. One million dead. A blast. Utah Lee. A Terror. She’s mad!” Nurse opened door to find my break, She turned alarm – seems soared my stake! Last glace I cast on dying one And I saw clear, that he had gone… The letter still was in my hand, I ran a mile, came to a stand. I have got my breath not so soon, Up me already had showed moon. I look at it straight and I can’t even swallow! I shiver, as these all just cannot be hollow: “The Extermination. One million dead. A blast. Utah Lee. A Terror. She’s mad!” A hundred times I read this words. Seemed I’ve been tied with some strong cords. I couldn’t go to the police And no way this also could miss Because of faith that it was true. I knew Lee Utah! She was Sue! Could all be rubbish of sick head?! But why then he’d been shot to dead?! I look at it straight and I can’t even swallow! I shiver, as these all just cannot be hollow: “The Extermination. One million dead. A blast. Utah Lee. A Terror. She’s mad!”	"Under attack" Sue more nervous next days was, I was wondering, what’s the cause. Had to find answers and reason, Thought even of a high treason. Then I made vital decision – This was an outstanding vision: I decided to spend night, Watching her with all my sight. Her car led me to plant part, To industrial old heart, But was stopped the plant we’ve got, You know, like in films they cut. Sue came out of her car, Broke the gates with huge crow-bar, Walked inside of the dark mill With a box and, seemed, a reel. Sure I followed her there too. What else I could there do? But I dropped car keys on ground, Making not a quiet sound. Lucky, Sue had noticed not, That is what I then there thought. Came inside and heard her voice: “Stop! Or I shall shot! Your choice?” Damn! She heard my keys to fall. Now I’m back against the wall! Transfer railings she moved fast And trapped me in cage with rust. “Johnny, you should not bee here! Please, calm down, don’t you fear – I can kill you, but will not. You a fighter! So well fought… Truly have deserved your life… For 4 hours, may be five… By that time I’ll blow up city! Everything! Oh, what a pity! Special formula in box, That may vanish even rocks! Termination! Death to all! Won’t shoot now – with them you’ll fall…” After she put down her stuff And have vanished as a puff. Same time I recalled Main Square, Blast the day that we came pair… From first day I had heart’s call: She ain’t journalist at all! And I could so easily find Evidence… But I was blind!
"In the cage" I am trapped inside this cage Right on horror show’s main stage! I could all avert… Now can’t! Should have told ‘bout what that meant. I was blind; such a short-sight! But, when now I see the light, There’s nothing I can do To save me, save all of you. I know everything ‘bout act, Even place, she’ll bomb erect… Million of dying men! Nothing there do I can! In the cage while you are dying – Helplessness in me is crying! Covers it right all of you… In the end I will die too! Cold of failure freezes skin, Unclear conscience gives me bean. Can’t help feeling: I was wrong, But it won’t last for too long… I deserved it… But you don’t! Nothing now will help us… Won’t! Knock my head against the wall, Freeze in horror, fist and crawl. Sitting hollow on the ground… My heart goes bound and bound, Onto ceiling my eyes stare… Oh my god! Why did I dare?! In the cage while you are dying – Helplessness in me is crying! Covers it right all of you… In the end I will die too! What?.. I see on grille a burr! As a child I was a cur… If I broke up that one could, I would open lock! I would! Street has taught me all of these. Tearing hands I shake loose piece. It is rusted and not tough, Anyhow I blow and puff… Nails fractured and hard scratched, Hands will never be well patched, But the burr my fingers hold… Opens out front cage’s fold! Out of cage – prevent your dying. On the flour huge lock is lying. Covers it right all of you… Now let’s see what I can do…	"Countdown" Box of death in front I see, end of everyone! Open lid and on display numbers start to run. I look straight: there’s 5:00 and it’s going down… Suddenly I realize, this is countdown! Opened it, connected path, Signal there ran. I’m alone against the death Of one million men. What you’ve done? Johnny Fox? You have set it on! Opened up Pandora’s box! What now have you won? 4:50 on screen appears and I’m out of shock: Try to turn it off, shut down, but it doesn’t work! No body will stop it now! Minutes: less than five… Time is very short, but I ought to save town’s life. Lift it up dangerous, bit it can’t here stay, Possibly it will blow, but no other way. May be I will launch the blast, but no time for fear, So I put it on my back and I’m out of here. Opened it, connected path, Signal there ran. I’m alone against the death Of one million men. What you’ve done? Johnny Fox? You have set it on! Opened up Pandora’s box! What now have you won? Running fast to my pro Jeep… Box is on front chair. 4:13 and I gear on: 100 miles – don’t care! Faith and aim with a chance if I’d thrown up dime. Mortal countdown of bomb started to mark time…
"Running out" (Part 2: Seconds of the perfect still) Driving fast, running out, Sometimes look on numbers count. To the west, to the sea To prevent conspiracy. Coast in storm and wind raves… I’ll bury blast in waves: Water will cut power down, Bomb won’t terminate the town. I am running out of town With a bomb! So fast I go… On it’s monitors countdown I can see, when bomb will blow. Shallow here, this won’t do – Got to drive more miles, a few. Hurry up! Lack of time: Less than minute to her crime. Up turns road, onto hill. Seconds of the perfect still… Here is deep, not high enough – I’m searching for the bluff. I am running out of town With a bomb! So fast I go… On it’s monitors countdown I can see, when bomb will blow. There’s a cliff! It’s in front! Right from there I should jump. I’m on time with my run: Figures shown are “21”… I pace on, faster cannot, Engine gives all that it got. With last ten I break route fence – Waves make foam without glance… I am running out of town With a bomb! So fast I go… On it’s monitors countdown I can see, when bomb will blow. 10 seconds are changed by 9 I turn wheels away of line There showed 8… then 7… 6… Dark blue water metal licks… On the screen lights 5… 4… 3… Car is sinking under sea. May be they will say, I’m hero… …and it counts 2… 1… ZERO …	"The Peace Hymn" *(B. Fiedel’s “Terminator 2: Judgment Day” them)* With a faith in my heart I am struggling for Peace here. Such an integral part – Life without fear. I believe Peace will live, And it will last forever. So stand up, if receive! Standing together…

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