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Offices
06:52
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SS? Police?
Arrest this one!
He's talking mathematics and science
I think he thinks he's the new Einstein
But he sounds more like a broken typewriter
SS? Police?
Arrest this one!
Her Hitler hairdo is making me nauseous
Her intentions may be virgin-like
But she took me by surprise overnight
Play the records straight
We have a shortness of offices
SS? Police?
Arrest this one!
Clearing all the icons of our past
Listening to the Music For The Masses
Peacefully mating to attuned rhythms
Take the record straight
We have a shortness of offices
Play all the records straight
We have a shortness of offices
Before they were towed away
I've arrested myself
SS? Police?
Arrest this one!
Trashed my office for the second time
They will stop at nothing: it's just business
But it kills me to read their VooDoo Economics
Play the records straight
We have a shortness of offices
Before they were towed away
I've arrested myself
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2. |
Not Even The Rain
04:33
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No one
Not even the rain
Has such small hands
Am I floating?
Am I?
Floating?
In the cold
Lloyd sits and waits
Lloyd masturbates
In his bedroom
Lloyd looks down and out
Lloyd looks out and down
Ain't nothing out there
But town
Am I floating?
Floating?
No one
Not even the rain
Has such small hands
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Christine Is Dead
01:48
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Wonder if you sleep at night
Wonder if you sleep at all
Remembering your daughter's name?
Tell me, do you have a conscience at all?
Children, remember, tonight is mine
As they sit here with the telephone dead
This is a series of dubious thrills
As I sow the seeds of these shooting stars
And I hate you
And I hate you too
My patience calls for a weirdo getaway
As I sit here and sing to all the heavens above
Counting money, and do it all in turns
Counting money, and do it for my love
And you're not here right now
And you're the one to tell me too
And the days are here
No fear
I hated you
No word
I faded, full on, faded, faded, faded for you
I'm high
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4. |
ICE
04:32
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[whatever]
It's me!
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Supermarket Shit
04:17
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[are we running?]
it's 4 a.m.
sunday morning
in a town you wouldn't believe
i'm still up and driving
i'm going home
that's obviously
i was not their dream
not fit not happy not productive
comfortable? ha
not allowed to drink any spirits
three days a week exercising at the gym
i had to get on better with my associate employees and contemporaries
i'm at ease
i eat well
i had to get myself a saver car for the baby
no paranoia
will frequently check my credit at the moral bank
charity
standing orders
on sunday the round road supermarket
carwash
also on sunday
but no longer afraid of the dark
and no chance of escape
now i'm self employed and there is nothing as ridiculous as teenage and despair
nothing as childish
this is supposed to be the better place
more calculated
but i'm concerned yet powerless
i listen to my tires gripping the concrete
i'm barbwired
i'm an empowered informed member of society
pragmatism
not idealism
never cry in public
there's less chance of illness here
that's true
but i still have my memories
i still cry at a good film
i still kiss
and now i'm not longer frantic and empty
[calm down]
i'm going out of the cage
i'm on antibiotics
i'm here
it's 4 a.m
sunday morning
i take the route of the blue sun
transport
motorways and tramlines
starting and stopping
taking off and landing
sentimental journey
i'm clinging on to my seconal
clinging on to my xanax
clinging on to my bottle of suds
i know where i am
into the great escape
now
the floor collapses
i'm floating
bouncing
i know where i am
i'm close to the edge
i'm close to my edge
please
let me go
clone
[i was not their dream]
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6. |
A Singer Must Die
05:31
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A singer must die
That's what the poet once sang
Lovely, isn't it?
Dry your tears with me
Give it to me completely
And rest assured, I'll fall for you
But a singer must die
That's what the poet once sang
Lovely, isn't it?
Dry your tears with me
Give it to me completely
And rest assured, I'll fall for you
But little do we know
Little do we know
A singer must die
That's what the poet once sang
Lovely, isn't it?
Dry your tears
Dry your tears with me
Give it to me completely
And rest assured, I'll fall for you
So sleep a while with me
Dream a while with me
Let us break
All of their rules
But a singer must die
That's what the poet once sang
Well lovely
Lovely, isn't it?
Little do we know
Yes, little do you know
Little do you know
You know so little
But I know I know I know so much
Yes, I'm sure I know so much
Because I know why the birds all fly
And I know where the comets go
And I know where the car is parked
And I know why I'm afraid in the dark
And I know the singer must die
I said: This singer must die
This singer must die
This singer has to die
This singer must die
This singer has to die
He must die
He must die
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7. |
Summer Saw...
03:40
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Tired of the rain and the Dutch skies
Here we're lying on the ground
Summer loves, light tendencies
A form of social politeness
But the summer got us drinking till we're wasted everyday anyway
Like a mermaid on the sand
Having drinks on the terraces
Sucking the ice-combs from your hand
Kissing with you in the end
But the summer got us drinking till we're wasted everyday anyway
And the summer saw you riding on my past
Riding in the sand
What's it like to be in town
What's it like to hang around
Seven storms and seven seas
Got me lying on the ground
But the summer saw us drinking till we're wasted everyday anyway
And the summer saw you riding on my path
Riding in the sand
Or in the shade
In the shade
But the summer got us drinking till we're wasted everyday anyway
And the summer saw you riding on my lap
Ride me in the shade
In the shade
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please, don't take my sunshine away
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8. |
The Ticket That Exploded
08:43
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[whatever]
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Jean Koning Amsterdam, Netherlands
Jean Koning has been a compelling force in the underground music scene since his unlikely folk&jazz debut transferring the
band The Children of a Lesser God into the avant-punk extravaganza !JP in 1988. His star-studded career includes albums such as Notes from Purgatory, Man Enough to be a Woman and Wake Up In L.A.
Throughout his career, Mr. Koning has been honored with numerous awards.
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