Cop LP

Cop es el segundo álbum de Swans. En este álbum, Swans tomó el estilo de Filth y lo intensificó, usando tempos más lentos, más tape loops, e incluso texturas musicales más abrasivas.

Michael Gira remasterizó el álbum en 1992 para publicarlo en disco compacto con el EP Young God. La grabación está "diseñada para tocarse al volumen máximo".

Según Jarboe, la fotografía en la portada es el perfil de una mujer mórbidamente obesa.


Lista de pistas
"Half Life" – 4:18
"Job" – 4:46
"Why Hide" – 5:50
"Clay Man" – 5:05
"Your Property" – 4:48
"Cop" – 6:47
"Butcher" – 4:02
"Thug" – 5:12


permission is bloodless. ambition is senseless.
don't make a wrong move. work with a purpose.
you win or you lose. imitate a slave.
don't make a wrong move. learn from experience.
don't be useless.
waste is obscene. don't make a wrong move.
learn from experience.


Cut off the arms
Cut off the head
Cut off the legs
Get rid of the body
Heartache to heartache
Job to job
Dollar to dollar
Body to body
Pus
Poison
Blood
Shit: get rid of the body
Heartache to heartache
Heartache to heartache


My heart pumps
My legs move
I sit down
I rot
I hide my stink
I follow directions
I know how to work
I keep my mouth shut
I know my place
I hide my stink
I need you more than I hate myself
You hurt me then you hurt yourself
Why hide the lie?


get into this car. get into this car.
bow your head down. your flesh is soft.
your flesh is clay. flesh is easy to shape.
flesh is easy to shape. get into your cell.
get into your bed. your flesh is soft.
your flesh is clay. flesh is easy to shape.
flesh is easy to shape. now you're a clay man.


I Give You Money
You're Superior
I Don't Exist
You Control Me.
You're Corrupt
You Deform Me
You Own Me
You Own Me
I Worship Your Authority
I Worship Your Authority
You're Deformed
You're Corrupt
You Own Me
You Own Me


The Punishment Fits The Crime
Nothing Beats Humiliation
Humiliation's A Disease
Nothing Beats Humiliation
Nothing Beats Them Like A Cop With A Club
Nothing Beats Them Like A Cop In Jail
Nobody Beats Your Head In Like A Cop In A Jail
Nobody Hurts You Like A Cop With A Club
Nobody Rapes You Like A Cop With A Club
Nobody Beats Your Body Like A Cop In Jail
Nobody Burns Their Body Like A Cop
Nobody Burns Your Skin Off Like A Cop In Jail
The Heat Hurts
Humiliation's A Disease


you're too close.
i don't recognize your smell.
you're in the wrong skin.
i don't recognize your smell.
your mouth smells strange.
some people want to kill you.
some people want to fuck you.
when you say the wrong word.
you could be screwing yourself.
when you act the wrong way.
when you do the wrong thing.
you could be screwing yourself.
don't be a whore.
you could be screwing yourself.


The only real thing's misery.
Submission means you get murdered.
You get revenge when you wait for it.
Frustrated means you're insane.
He's a dead thing under the sheet.
Causing pain.
Sex turns impotence into decay.
Unconscious repression degrades the real thing.
You can't kill a criminal need.
You're polluted with fear you need comfort.
You can't kill what you don't see.
You cant' think what you don't own.
You can't rub what you don't recognize.
You don't get what you really deserve.
You can't fight if you don't feel it.
Obedience pays if you use it right.
You degrade yourself when you hide your fear.
When you eat your pain you keep you nerve.
Use it right.
Or don't feel it.