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Selected Singers (plus some)

by !JP

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1.
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 When 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 music for the masses Peacefully mating to attuned rhythms Take the record straight We have shortness of offices Play 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 Play the records straight We have a shortness of offices Play the records straight We have a shortness of offices Before they were towed away, I've arrested myself
2.
No one, not even the rain, has such small hands Am I floating? In his bedroom 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
3.
Wonder if you sleep at night Wonder if you sleep at all Remembering your daughter's name Tell me you have a conscience at all Children tonight is mine As I sit here on top of the telephone pole This is my silence as I resemble this shooting star And I hate you Nothing is on as I let the weirdo get away Resemble the silence of the heavens above For the money I do it all in turns For the money I do it for some love But you're not here But you're not here too The days fade away And I fear you Cause I hated you, no word And now I'm fading, I faded for you Am I high?
4.
** whatever **
5.
(are we? 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 obviously I was not their dream Not fit Not happy Not productive Comfortable? Ha! Not allowed to drink any spirit Three days a week exercising at the gym I had to get on better with my associate employee 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 a 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 escaping Now I'm self-employed And there is nothing as ridiculous as TEENAGE and DESPARE Nothing so 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 barb wired 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 Girl (I was not their dream!)
6.
Da Shite 00:15
(are we? are we running?)
7.
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 Little do we know Little do we know But a singer must die That's what the poet once sang Lovely, isn't it Dry your tears, dry your tears with me And give it to me completely And all rest assured I will fall for you So sleep awhile with me Dream awhile with me Let us, 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 Little do we know Yeah, little do you know Little do you know Little do you know Little do you know You know so little You know so little You know so little You know so little But I know I know I know 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 And this singer must die This singer has to die The singer must die This singer has to die This singer has to die To die To die He must die He must die He must die
8.
Tired of the rain and the Dutch skies Here we're lying on the ground Summer love, light tendencies A form of social politeness But the summer got us drinking 'till we're wasted every day Anyway Like a mermaid on the sand Having drinks on the terraces Sucking the ice cones from your hand Kissing with you in the end But the summer got us drinking 'till we're wasted every day 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 every day Anyway And the summer saw you riding on my past Riding in the sand Or in the shade In the shade But the summer got us drinking 'till we're wasted every day Anyway And the summer saw you riding on my past Riding me 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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released May 1, 2017

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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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