Cable Tangles With Distressed Bacon

Chilly Gonzales aka Jason Beck returned last week with a new single, I.C.E., ahead of album Gonzo, which must be about his twentieth or so, adding in collaborations and side projects. 

 

Born in Montreal, Canada, currently residing in Cologne, Germany, I.C.E. is Gonzales' love letter to the latter.

They say every day is a school day but I.C.E. manages to cram in roughly a term's worth of German cultural references. I've tried to include links (mostly Iffypedia) where I could but frankly I couldn't keep up. 

 

I've also slightly modified and corrected Google's English translation of the German lyrics, though some bits didn't scan and are well beyond my failed German O-Level efforts. Walter, my apologies in advance!

I.C.E. is out right now, Gonzo drops on 13th September.

 

My German rap? Crazy idea 

But I'll do it anyway 

If you could see what I see 

Out the window in the I.C.E., I.C.E, I.C.E.

Ice, Ice

Ice, Ice

 

Small talk on late trains 

Sorry, I can hardly speak German 

Still have to practice 

 

(What is your profession?)

I am music 

I am art 

I am artificial 

I am punk 

I am punctual 

 

Hello, meal, hello 

I'm like Brahms 

A Clara Schumann groupie 

A quickie, Schumi 

Obsessed like Fitzcarraldo 

Wolfgang Amadeus 

Falco, hallo!

 

What's under the dirndl dress? 

Unity, discipline and hard work and cheap meat 

Climate strike at the butcher shop 

Stuck in the fourth Reich 

Haiyti, Deichkind, my circle of poets 

Chilly ice cold, 

Antarctica 

My art is degenerate 

I am Caspar David Friedrich in the mountains 

Superman Friedrich Nietzsche is my favorite comedian 

Cable tangles with distressed bacon 

German food is seriously underestimated 

My jokes are poorly translated 

Get rich or die tryin', 50 Cent

 

My German rap? Crazy idea 

But I'll do it anyway 

If you could see what I see 

Out the window in the I.C.E., I.C.E, I.C.E.

Ice, Ice

Ice, Ice

The prince in my veedel 

Jewish rapper MC Bagel 

From the stoner fog 

Struwwelpeter, with long fingernails 

I'm the villain without a cape 

Piano sound like Sturm und Drang 

Haters are hungry for my downfall 

You drink camomile tea 

I eat cameltoe 

Gonzo, porn 

Screenplay by Adorno 

Fame only affects me peripherally 

I go everywhere with a joint in my nécessaire

Tracksuit but chic 

I'm rich like Raniczki's head cinema is always kinky 

I am Christian like Klaus Kinski 

 

My German rap? Crazy idea 

But I'll do it anyway 

If you could see what I see 

Out the window in the I.C.E., I.C.E, I.C.E.

Ice, Ice

Ice, Ice

The fatherland is not a sad place 

Square Practical Good, Ritter Sport 

I used to live like God in France 

But it's sweeter here, marzipan soft 

I love you, but I'm critical 

This song is a love letter 

To the Federal Republic

I am never alone here 

On the I.C.E. from Berghain to Hildesheim