The Cardinal Sin Sweep, by LUFTWAFFE

The Cardinal Sin Sweep

by LUFTWAFFE

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CD FEATURES:
• Originally recorded in 1985
• First time ever released
• 12-page booklet
• Complete lyrics
• Band history essay
• Artwork by steve Cobb
• Limited to 500 copies worldwide

FOR FANS OF: Scorpions, UFO, Budgie Lizzy Borden and the NWOBHM

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1.	Freefall 04:59	lyrics	buy track
Free fall Look up I can see that you’re pissed today Step up I will show you the only way To get away Get it off your chest Come on Get your ass in the waiting plane Go on Or will laugh when you go insane Catch a thrill Cause your life is standing still Oh to be with us in free fall Make you feel in control of it all You slipped away On a round green ground below Don’t walk The first step isn’t really hard Just walk Out the door like it’s your backyard Cause it may be where you’re landing unexpectedly expectedly Step out We’re the air is thin and clean Get out Of the rickety flying machine It’s calm and cool Don’t be a fool And now you’ve entered free fall You’re amazed at the feeling sailing along You slipped away From a drown round ground below And in a moment you’ll see In a rush of adrenal energy How it feels to fly With tense breath exploding and white knuckles showing and hoping and holding A piece of nylon cord
2.	Ringmaster 04:21	lyrics	buy track
Ringmaster Well it was crowded late last night As I made my way tru the big tent Trying not to think of all the money I blown money I never should have spent On a circus queen wrapped in cosmoline Intent on humping her way to the silver screen She was a hot torch blower a double barrel goer till she hooked up tight with the knife thrower Put it down carney men Put sawdust in the ring Cause tonight I’m gonna splatter blood on everything Hottest show your ever gonna get Now without wire partners or net We’re gonna see who’s master of this ring Spell disaster for financial standings Pins and needles all over my body As I watched her from the popcorn stand She was trying to look voodoo in a snake skin tutu never saw the gun in my hand The piece I kept handy in a tuft of cotten candy it was my remedy for cheating circus cuties She reached out to grab it that’s when I let her have it Blew the bitch right out of her red spangled booties Put it down carney men Put sawdust in the ring Cause tonight I’m gonna splatter blood on everything Hottest show you’re ever gonna get Now without wire partners or net We’re gonna see who’s master of this ring Spell disaster for financial standings Now look to the high wire Here’s an act with no rehearsal As the former member of the ring Performs the plummeting birth reversal
3.	Luftwaffe 04:21	lyrics	buy track
Luftwaffe Run for a hole Make like a mole Rise and thunder Crest and roll We’re going to break you Shake the brains right out of your head We’re gonna break you As the ceiling comes crashing down on your bed Luftwaffe Luftwaffe You hide like the rat From the ariel bat That comes whistling down To flatten your hat Now the pain starts It will only last as long as the rest of your life About 16 seconds Across town we got your kids and your wife Luftwaffe Luftwaffe That cigar-smoking syphilitic son of a bitch Who keeps whining ‘bout your little isle Will burn to ash with the parliament trash in the bottom of a rubble pile Luftwaffe
4.	The Chair 05:40	lyrics	buy track
The Chair Two thousand years have seemed to pass Since I last walked and I don't believe I can stand Without your hands Why did it have to be Why did it happen happen to me First, it took my life and then it went after my wife She couldn't hold on the chair was too strong I could implore you for some sympathy Remembering all the things I used to be Burning, burning tortured nerves are screaming It holds forever in straps of steel and leather Real human beings must look my way and smile They wheel me down another endless isle Rolling, rollin is there no controlling The course unfolding in each new dark foreboding I've seen each great and gifted man Who claimed that they could make me stand again They left, cash in hand Why do they all deceive Am I too tired, tired to believe In better days I took a fearless stance And used each break to take another chance Dreaming, dreaming I'm almost believing Gripping, gripping handhold slowing slipping It led my lover to another face And there's no comfort in it's cold embrace Beaten, beaten my hopes and plans are eaten The mahl of steel makes the final meal I don't want to sit anymore I don't want to sit anymore I don't want to sit anymore I don't want to sit anymore I don't want to sit anymore I've got to break out of this chair I don't want to sit anymore I've got to break out of this chair I don't want to sit anymore I've got to break out of this chair I don't want to sit anymore I've got to break out of this chair
5.	Motel 03:53	lyrics	buy track
Motel I love the gaging smell in this place, I know so well With bloodstains on the floor and bullet holes in the door And me and my Lucille will revel in the feel Watching endless steaming reels as we make the mattress squeal I am the heart of the great third-rate motel And in me the child of the beast has come to dwell You come for college weekend no other place has space You see my eyes through the crack in the door And I laugh at the look on your face I'm living down the hall though you wouldn't believe it at all As the screams of my marital brawl come roaring through the cardboard wall You want to get out of your bed come down and break our heads But you wring your hands instead 'cause you know I'll pummel you dead I am the mouth of the great third-rate motel Breath wilting all it touches with a rotting body smell You try to save some money on the long trip back east You'll learn to stay at a hotel and let me and my kind kill in peace (Chorus) Motel a place for gunfights and hind sights Motel a place for sleaze and disease The smell fungus and heat-fevered garbage To dwell here insane you should have went to a hotel This is how some die here never recognizing the signs That hang below the green neon "Vacancy" The legion reads "End of the Line" Others go in a drug deal with a coke-crazed junkie whore Who spills your blood for your last $30 On a thirsty motel floor (Repeat Chorus)
6.	Blasphemy 03:41	lyrics	buy track
Blasphemy (Spit) She’s got coal stones for eyes While you're waiting for some sign Protect all designs on changing her mind She’s leaving with a lady it could be your baby Swallow your pride pretend you’re not the jealous kind No, no, no Punishment comes easy No, no, no Spit in the face of Jesus You’re trodding your way to the top of the world Ill scene from the stations of the cross The devil concubine with her body devine Each step you take another soul is lost And it hammers you Sweat pours off your brain Consuming you But the question Still remains No, no, no Punishment comes easy No, no, no Spit in the face of Jesus You want the demon With lolling tongue And pale lantern eyes The fog Rolling off the docks in a thousand tenuous night towns Eyes gleaming and glaring And finally stupid Punishment indeed comes easy Yeah, yeah Spit in the face of Jesus Free fall Look up I can see that you’re pissed today Step up I will show you the only way To get away Get it off your chest Come on Get your ass in the waiting plane Go on Or will laugh when you go insane Catch a thrill Cause your life is standing still Oh to be with us in free fall Make you feel in control of it all You slipped away On a round green ground below Don’t walk The first step isn’t really hard Just walk Out the door like it’s your backyard Cause it may be where you’re landing unexpectedly expectedly Step out We’re the air is thin and clean Get out Of the rickety flying machine It’s calm and cool Don’t be a fool And now you’ve entered free fall You’re amazed at the feeling sailing along You slipped away From a drown round ground below And in a moment you’ll see In a rush of adrenal energy How it feels to fly With tense breath exploding and white knuckles showing and hoping and holding A piece of nylon cord
7.	On Time 03:42	lyrics	buy track
On Time Are ya gonna wonder as I pull up to the bumper If my love for you is true Does it matter baby when I’m giving you the plunger what I do when I’m not with you Don’t worry bitch moan fret Stop your crying or you’re gonna hit the door again You can pick up your lovin’ were ever you want But I’m the one who’s saying when When I pull into your town I’m on time I’m on time for love When I push between your thighs I’m on time I’m on time for love To avoid some shear brutality Display some punctuality When you make your move to catch my love You better be on time Don’t stop contemplating some cute frustrating or I’ll move on to better game Spare me your threats and shrill B-rating on how we’re really all the same Don’t worry bitch moan fret stop your crying Or your girlfriend’s gonna catch my eye You can call me your lover till you settle for another make it here in time to say goodbye When I pull into your town I’m on time I’m on time for love When I push between your thighs I’m on time I’m on time for love To avoid some shear brutality Display some punctuality When you make your move to catch my love You better be on time When I pull into your town I’m on time I’m on time for love When I push between your thighs I’m on time I’m on time for love To avoid some shear brutality Display some punctuality When you make your move to catch my load You better be on time You better be on time
8.	Epitaph 06:46	lyrics	buy track
Epitaph Some of us struggle for ions In battles of dubious origin For mastery of minions and pee-ons Insomniacs till we wage war again Were striped to skintight armour plate In a tide of steel till you wrent and twisted Nothing’s left till the tempest finally abates No markers to show that you ever existed Iron beats iron in a symphony of hatred Atrocity and anguish spurts gore on these days As carrion, you'll feed the scavengers of conflict Anarchy appeases the beasts we praise (you better praise) The frenzy extends through the ages Reducing the just to a pile of limbs Endless succession of rages (rages, rages) We seek perfect evil in unholy hymns (Chorus) Maybe some moralistic fool Will lay stone upon your carcass There's a chance you'll get a rock To mark your timely end But you'll rot without an epitaph 'Longside the whaling warpath No inscription to show you ever did expend breath Slashing, stabbing forever grabbing A death grip on your sole Beating, breaking never contemplating Relinquishing control Killing, killing more than willing To make it slow and hard In my command you'll understand The ultimate pain is the final card (Repeat Chorus) No motive to mare our drive for destruction Meaning is messy in all the wrong ways Our new temple to Bal is nearing completion We fashion the pyre from those we enslave Smashing hammers bring ruin down to choking dust As the last known resistance is huddled Fighting men now ground bone and powdered rust A mist blowing over the rubble Wild troopers run mad slashing women from children For burning release after months of denial Pleasure howls drowning out timorous lamentations Studs singing the chorus of flesh laceration (Repeat Chorus)

about

For those who stray from convention, look outside the box or color outside the lines, Heaven and Hell Records presents you with LUFTWAFFE.

The band would be unheard of by most people unless you were one of the people who got to see this enigmatic band on the Upstate New York club circuit around Utica. Between the years 1982 to ‘85 the live performances of LUFTWAFFE are said to have been a chaotic spectacle of destruction, burlesque and rock n’ roll.
Around the end of 1981, songwriter and guitarist Bob Acquaviva was looking to start a new band. Acquaviva had unusual ideas for this new venture, but he needed to find like-minded people to realize his vision for the project.
Acquaviva would call upon his old friend Tim Gilles to see if he would be interested in a new endeavour. Gilles was an incredible drummer and all-around musician. He was also a fan and influenced by progressive rock artists such as Gentle Giant, Gong and Henry Cow; this would prove beneficial to the fledgling band.

Acquaviva already had a bass player in mind named Paul St James who could do the job required. Within a couple of weeks, after the three would first get together, they would begin to audition singers. Many notable local singers would try out for the position, but none were quite right. Eventually, Acquaviva came across a young guitarist who he felt had a voice and could be just what the band was looking for. Dave Wolfgang Von Slife would become the eccentric and idiosyncratic frontman of the band. The band was now complete.

Now, the band would need a moniker. But not just any name, but something powerful, something grandiose. The band wanted to make an impression and take over the Upstate New York scene. After a few, over-the-top suggestions, were made, they would settle upon LUFTWAFFE. The word meaning 'air force' seemed large and strong. The name would be inspired by all the members' fandom of German heavy metal and hard rock bands such as Accept, Scorpions and MSG.
Both Acquaviva and Giles were keeping an eye on the growing popularity of heavy metal. They decided to take the band in that direction. They would also bring in their shared influences of progressive rock and jazz. What they would create would be a unique and somewhat hard-to-describe hard rock band. Several names such as; Budgie, UFO, Scorpions and Tank would sometimes be suggested in an attempt to try and describe LUFTWAFFE. Yet those names would barely scratch the surface. The band’s weird themes, sometimes Zappa-esque lyrics and odd time signatures would only complement the bizarre live shows.

LUFTWAFFE would gain a reputation over the few-year course of the band and build something of a cult following in the area. By 1985 the band decided to record an album's worth of songs they had written while they had the chance to do so. What resulted was an 8-song full-length album that would be shelved for the next 37 years.

LUFTWAFFE would end in 1985 not long after the recording sessions. The band would perform their biggest concert and that night while onstage simply made the flash decision to go in a different direction with the band,. And just like that LUFTWAFFE was no more.

credits

released November 25, 2022

Luftwaffe is:
Bob F. Acquaviva - Guitar/ Vocal
Tim Gilles - Drums / Vocal
Wolfgang Von Slife- Lead Vocals
Paul St James- Bass/ Vocal

CREDITS:
Produced B. Acquaviva & T. Gilles
Basic tracking at UCA Recording in Utica, NY
Engineered by Bob Yauger
Additional recording at Acqrok Studio in Utica, New York & Big Blue Meenie Studio in Hackensack, NJ
Engineering by B. Acquaviva & T. Gilles
All songs written by T. Gilles & B. Acquaviva
‘Ringmaster’ narration provided by Art Pape

2022 executive producers J. Golden & G. Shafer
Remastered by B. Acquaviva
Artwork by Steve Cobb
Layout design by Chris Fergusen