Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tarantulas, artist - Akira the Don. Album song This Is a Mysterious Planet and We Are Mysterious Beings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Living In The Future
Song language: English
Tarantulas |
This is from Friedrich Nietzsche |
You know, of course you probably know that he was the philosopher who announced |
the death of God |
What he meant by that was that the fundamental metaphysics that underly Western |
culture had lost their foundation |
And that the consequence of that would be the disintegration of the idea of |
value itself, especially of value hierarchies |
He thought of the inevitable consequence of that |
Or one of the consequences of that |
A dramatic move towards a doctrine of radical equality |
See because if value itself is destroyed |
The value distinction between things so that one thing is not any better than |
another |
Then there’s no reason for hierarchies of virtue or of value |
And so the equality doctrine is a logical, is a logical outcome |
So here’s what he wrote about that: |
Behold; |
this is the hole of the tarantula |
Do you want to see the tarantula itself? |
Here hangs its web; |
touch it so that |
it trembles. |
There it comes willingly. |
Welcome, tarantula! |
Your triangle and |
symbol sits black on your back, and I also know what sits in your soul: |
revenge sits in your soul. |
Wherever you bite, black scabs grow. |
Your poison makes the soul whirl with revenge |
Thus I speak to you in a parable — you who make souls whirl, you preachers of |
equality. |
To me you are tarantulas, and secretly vengeful. |
But I shall bring |
your secrets to light; |
therefore I laugh in your faces with my laughter of the |
heights. |
Therefore I tear at your webs, that your rage may lure you out of your |
lie-holes and your revenge may leap out from behind your word: justice. |
For that man be delivered from revenge, that is for me the bridge to the |
highest hope, and a rainbow after long storms |
The tarantulas, of course, would have it otherwise. |
«What justice means to us |
is precisely that the world be filled with the storms of our revenge» |
— thus they speak to each other. |
«We shall wreak vengeance and abuse on all |
whose equals we are not» — thus do the tarantula-hearts vow. |
«And 'will to |
equality' shall henceforth be the name for virtue; |
and against all that has |
power we want to raise our clamour!» |
You preachers of equality, the tyrannomania of impotence clamours thus out of |
you for equality: your most secret ambitions to be tyrants thus shroud |
themselves in words of virtue! |
Aggrieved conceit, repressed envy — perhaps the |
conceit and envy of your fathers — erupt from you as a flame and as the frenzy |
of revenge |
What was silent in the Father speaks in the Son, and I often found the Son the |
unveiled secret of the Father |
They’re like enthusiasts, but it is not the heart that fires them, but revenge. |
And when they become elegant and cold it is not the spirit, but envy, |
that makes them elegant and cold. |
Their jealousy leads them even on the paths |
of thinkers. |
And this is the sign of their jealousy: they always go too far, |
till their weariness must in the end lie down to sleep in the snow |
Tarantulas |
Tarantulas |
Tarantulas |
Tarantulas |
Out of every one of their complaints sounds revenge; |
in their praise there is |
always a sting, and to be a judge seems bliss to them. |
But thus I counsel you |
my friends: mistrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! |
They are people of a low sort and stock; |
The hangman and the bloodhound (x4) look out of their faces. |
Mistrust all who |
talk much of their justice! |
Verily, their souls lack more than honey. |
And when they call themselves «the good and the just», do not forget that they |
would be pharisees, if only they had power. |
My friends, I do not want to be |
mixed up and confused with others. |
Some preach my doctrine of life, |
and are at the same time preachers of equality, and tarantulas. |
Although they are sitting in their holes, these poisonous spiders, |
with their backs turned on life, they speak in favour of life, but only |
because they wish to hurt. |
They wish to hurt those who now have power, |
for among those the preaching of death is still most at home. |
If it were |
otherwise, the tarantulas would teach otherwise; |
they themselves were once the |
foremost slanderers of the world and burners of heretics |
I do not wish to be mixed up and confused with these preachers of equality |