Selected Singers (plus some)

by !JP

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released May 1, 2017

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Jean Koning New York, New York

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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Track Name: Offices - remastered
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
Track Name: Not Even The Rain - remastered
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
Track Name: Christine Is Dead - remastered
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?
Track Name: ICE - remastered
** whatever **
Track Name: Supermarket Shit - remastered
(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!)
Track Name: Da Shite
(are we? are we running?)
Track Name: A Singer Must Die (live solo deed) - remastered
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
Track Name: Summer Saw... - remastered
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."
Track Name: The Ticket That Exploded - remastered
** whatever **