Parágrafo apócrifo (seria Deaffy a autora?) e discreto logo abaixo da letra de “Winterdreams” e o crédito de editora e direitos autorais no encarte em “Balls to the Wall” (1983), de minha versão remasterizada:
(provavelmente consta da versão LP original)
“This album is dedicated to all the people in the world, to an unknown majority, who have the same problems, the same dreams and the same rights, like you and me…”
Missão da empresa em “Soulside Journey” (1991):
“As wolfs among sheep we have wandered“.
Agradecimento bastante simpático e certamente terceirizado do mesmo no encarte de “The Ozzman Cometh” (1997):
“To The Fans:
I hope you enjoy this compilation. This is very weird to me to have a ‘Greatest Hits’ album since I’m not a ‘Hit Single’, ‘Greatest Hits’, ‘Unplugged’ sort of guy. All of the above are people who have Guided, advised and encouraged me and who have been a creative force throughout my career and me personally. But most of all, you the fans have given me literally all that I have today and have made what I am. Without you I’m nothing (sounds like great lyrics for a song). I truly thank you and you know I love you all“.
Acho q ñ entendi: estão espezinhando outras bandas ou a si próprios?
Parece q a intenção era se auto-enaltecerem. Do encarte de “Short Bus” (1995):
“Statement: There is a certain subset of musicians who for reasons unknown adhere to the false premise that ‘electronic’ music or the tools involved imply a lack of creativity of inspired performance. Technology in the hands of creative, intelligent individuals is a tool for art, not a hindrance. Filter, being members of the current millennia, admit freely the use of such devices“.
Finzinho da letra de “Fool’s Gold” citada sem aviso e em maiúsculas no encarte sem as letras de “Johnny the Fox” (1976):
“THE VULTURE SITS ON THE TOP OF THE BIG TOP CIRCUS ARENA
HE’S SEEN THIS SHOW BEFORE HE KNOWS SOMEONE’S GOING TO FALL
JUST NEAR THE PART WHERE THE BEAUTIFUL DANCING TIGHTROPE BALLERINA
FORGETS THE SAFETY NET ISN’T THERE AT ALL
DOWN HE SWOOPS WITH CLAWS DRAWN TO TAKE HER
RAZOR SHARP SO SAVAGE IS SHE MAULED
OH MY GOD IS THERE NO ONE TO SAVE HER
IN STEPS THE FOX TO THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE“
Do encarte de “Hate Them” (2003). Acho q não entendi:
“All lyrics is written from beyond or through the stellar filth”.
Momento “visite nossa cozinha” no encarte de “Crows Fly Black” (2006):
“All this took us dumbasses about four to five weeks to do, scattered throughout the Spring, Summer and Fall of 2006“.
Agradecimentos enfáticos no conteúdo comemorativo de 20 anos de de banda um tanto exagerado (cd duplo + dvd duplo) “Iron Will” (2011):
“ETERNAL GRATITUDE
On behalf of all of us, we would like to thank our family & friends for sticking by us through all the ups and downs! But we want to especially thank our FANS for their undying support through these last 20 years. You are the driving force behind Kataklysm, not the media nor the music industry. It’s real people like you that make real bands like us. We love you and we will keep fighting until the end!
Maurizio, JF, Steph and Max“
Making off de “Zen Arcade” (1984), esmiuçado:
“Everything on this record is first-take, except for ‘Something I Learned Today’ and ‘Newest Industry’, which started too fast“.
Sujeito parece q se leva MUITO a sério. E o último parágrafo disto aqui, das páginas derradeiras do encarte de “Elect the Dead” (2007) brinca com os nomes dos sons do disco:
“The diversity of sounds rule my ever presence with their highs and blows, encompassing the totality of sensual experience. I’m a child of the sirens of knowledge, a warrior for truth in a world of washed perspectives and harsh realities. My voice cries the initial cry of the unborn into this perplexing illusion. I long for the realization of the human drama, the defeat of the dogs of war, and the unity of existence. The beloved Gods of virtue have been undersold for the bleeding bread of empathy. I now await the triumphant roar of destiny, dressed in the inviting hands of a mother, perplexed by discovery, aroused by Spirit. The door is open, the road transformed.
The exit code to civilization is hacked beyond despair, chased by the moon toward the freeing sun, on our journey to light. This is an open plea to the beautiful insanity of your hearts. It is time to consummate the kiss of oblivion into the obsidian of love!
The Empty Walls of The Unthinking Majority hide Money for the illusive afterlife and do not Feed Us instead, thereby Saving Us from the conclusive environmental theory that the Sky is Over. The Baby is run over by the careless Honking Antelope who, quoting from the book of Lie Lie Lie, cries Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition. The ground rumbles and out flies Beethoven’s C*** screaming Elect The Dead!“