Альбом dEUS

Au niveau des cotes,
l'epicontiplagie est rarement
associee a une epitrocleite
due a la repetition
des movements de secussion
et de pronosuperation
Au niveau de l'interligne
radiocarpe,
des luxations sont rares

Friday (x159 throughout the entire song)

Your head come on is dead and gone
it might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda, a brain decoder
and can I wait for my decoder

Get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda, a smile decoder
and can I get yeah what I ordered?

And there's always something in the air
but sometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beer
can I
can I break your sentiment?

Oohhh, You're just a monument
Can't see no precedent
That's when the shit hit the fan...
Lyrics
Jimmy Dean is howling ween
like kerosene for dee dee scene
It's suds and soda, a brain decoder
and can I skip this thing I ordered

Get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda, a vibe decoder
and can I get yeah what I ordered?

And there's always something in the air
but sometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beer
can I
can I break your sentiment?

Oohhh, You're just a monument
Can't see no precedent
That's when the shit hit the fan...

So beat the paradox (4x)

And there's always something in the air

Your face come on is dead and gone
it might as well be said so long
It's suds and soda, a brain decoder
and can I wait for my devoter

Get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
It's suds and soda, a smile decoder
and can I skip yeah what I ordered?
and can I break your sentiment

So can I break your sentiment (x11)

Friday, Friday

My dynamo, dynamo
it's hard to keep the animo
from driftin' away nowadays
The horror, the pain, let's get into details
the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
The first draft of a worst case scenario

Every thought has its own way of keeping its flavour,
like a gum for the brain to chew on
Compatible allies and as dead as a dice
it's the thing between nowhere and the opposite side
It's the something hidden behind the eloquent surface
father of fuckups you did it on purpose!

I decline to believe that it's personal
hey, I know that you do and I'll hold it against you
It's the bald man's dream to grow hair, baby
but a lame don't need legs, he needs a wheelchair

So if you're to busy in having too much to offer
and you can not decide where to go
LyricsDo the Low Yo Yo, take a swing at the Dynamo
on a day like this it's hard to keep the animo from
drifting away

One-liner: The Greeks had it carved in
a tombstone. 'epigram' they said 'last
tribute to the dead' well the horror, the pain
and the alphabet, from a to migraine, from
nausea to z.
Are you listenin' you fool?
You magnificent liar!

Feel free but don't feel too comfortable
it's already quarter to three

Oh they say that time presses
but time isn't pressing
it's just a figure for motion and emotional unrest
It's a matter of seeing and of being seen
as far as I'm concerned time is the state of my
jeans

So if you wanna come down for some hangin' around
If you wanna come down for some hangin' around (x3)

Oh dynamo, dynamo
it's hard to keep the animo
from driftin' away nowadays
The horror, the pain, let's get into details
the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
the first draft of a worst case scenario

It's the first draft of a worst case scenario (x12)

Fifty six Falcon, across the old laundry, I tasted
jigsaw you. How I hate to see this wasted
I'm thinkin' of
a parallel
These lines won't cut
but all it takes
is finding some... way to weld.

Some way to weld

Now, let's talk about the time
I had this morticiachair
in my apartment
right there in front of the living room
As an open invitation to strangers.
(a cold machine might show)
Smiling like a face
waiting for a telephone call
of a beloved feline
She is in a state and it's California
she's been there for quite a while

I've got no presents (x2)

Now, let's talk about the time
I had this morticiachair
in my apartment
right there in front of the living room
As an open invitation to strangers.
(a cold machine might show)
Smiling like a face
Lyricswaiting for a telephone call
of a beloved feline
She is in a state and it's California
she's been there for quite a while

I've got no presents (x2)

Drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5)
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2)

By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired
Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade
oh nostalgia
Lost myself in so many ways
I didn't know what to think of him
Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't think so
Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
It's only a variation
Had long and boring conversations about nothing
Talked so much I bored myself to death
And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable

God I'm such a fool

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x2)

Taste of orange
orange
Little Christ
I'm in her bath-tub, consulted
Consulted (x3)

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x4)

Information !
Information !
I'm bored !
Bored !
Information !

Turn !

Drop the phone take the plane and come back home again (x5)
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x2)

By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired
Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade oh nostalgia
Lost myself in so many ways
I didn't know what to think of him
Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't think so
Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
It's only a variation
Had long and boring conversations about nothing
Talked so much I bored myself to death
And the more I talked, the more I turned into a vegetable

God I'm such a fool

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x2)

Taste of orange
orange
Little Christ
I'm in her bath-tub, consulted
Consulted (x3)

She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob (x4)
I'll behave won't you shame me
I'm into deep, won't you shame me (x4)

Information !
Information !
I'm bored !
Bored !
Information !

Turn !

I'm gonna hit it and against the rock
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it (x4)

I skipped the part about love (x2)

I'm gonna hit it and against the clock
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it (x2)
Every minute and against the clock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it

I skipped the part about love (x2)

I break my heart with a frying pan

Via ! (x6)
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock
Via !
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it (x3)
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it

I'm a saint by name
I had a friend called 'generous Bilby'
He was a saint by name
His only vice was that he died
while I did a little dance
From dust to dust the preacher sighted
I did a little cry

I'm a drunk by name
Last there at long
It's not fair to blame me, for not believing what I saw
My only vice was that I danced in the shiny white shirt
He should have known
I'd be the last, to be there first

Right as rain

Tombstone and the damage done
how beautiful the naked skin
how beautiful it glows
This is where the bleeding stops
Lyricsand this is what it shows
It has turned into a scar, the same
just the same, the same, the same

And anyway
This is where the sane will park
his foot upon your toes

I'm a man by name
Had a friend called 'deadly Bilby'
but he slipped away

And he said:
"pour me out some whiskey man,
there's something you should know.
The person that you take me for,
was buried long ago..."

Right as rain

Tombstone and the damage done
how beautiful the poetry
how beautiful the prose
This is where the story ends
and this is where it goes
It just turned into an alibi for a song

But anyway
This is where the sane will park
his foot upon your toes

I, I knew a girl and she was a joker
Her hair was nicotine-brown
and eyes of a joker

Her grass has a pale ginger green
Whatever that means

Together we
saw they were building a building
Alone I see
the building is there

Her grass has a pale ginger green
Whatever that means

Your mind goes (x3)
This has nothing to do with you
It's just the way that I turn mute

Your mind goes (x3)
Cause this has nothing to do with you
LyricsIt's just the way that I turn mute

You see I
I knew this girl and she was a joker
And if she was so big
I guess I would smoke her

Her grass has a pale ginger green
She knows what it means

Your mind goes (x3)
Well this has nothing to do with you
It's just the way that I turn mute

Your mind goes (x3)
And this has nothing to do with you

I'm calling it off
I'm taking it low
I'm staying ahead of our soul (x4)

Your mind goes (x3)

Crawl so damn low

I'm calling it off - Your mind goes
I'm taking it low - Your mind goes
I'm staying ahead of our soul - Your mind goes

Let's get lost...
all right, all right
Let's get lost...
all right

You know
a place
where we can go

ask your money
get your money
on a stool

Let's get lost...
all right, all right
Let's get out...
and hold me some more

It's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, it's crazy, crazy
In my own words

See you dancin' in your own damn rain
Take it in and take it back again
Looking nova when your fashion's old
It's kinda early but the story's told

"This elevator only takes one down", she said,
"this place, this hotel lounge
it's my daily bread...
but I'm underfed"

He asked:
"are you living in the night?
cause I can tell you have a lousy imagination
and as a matter of speaking
I hate this situation...
but it happens to be one of my pickin'"

"Cause it's so hard
to keep the dream alive
Cause if it all comes down to this
how will..."

You move me, you move me
You move me around around, I guess
Take it back your analogue
It's on the other side of this (x2)
Lyrics
Cause if it all comes down to this
how will...

And then she said:
"and have another cigarette"
I tend to forget (but anyway I don't smoke that shit)
And hoisted the flag
but it keeps hanging down

"You know this place, this hotel lounge
It's my life, it's my choice
And I'm in love
with Ricky Lee Jones' voice"

Cause it's so hard
to keep the dream alive
And if it all comes down to this
how will...

You move me, you move me
You move me around around, I guess
Take it back your analogue
It's on the other side of this (x5)

How will glamour survive? (x4)

And if it all comes down to this...

"This elevator only takes one down", she said,
"this place in this same old town"

"Do you see that man
in the left-hand corner
Do you see that woman
their love-story's famous"

So come on baby, baby
Shake your hip baby, baby
Come on (x4)

She had this thing
about Aleister Crowley
it was like a fascination (x2)

I didn't mean to be rude...

Hey, I wanna
I wanna testify !
Hey, I wanna (repeated throughout the song)

Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy bar
No more soda for a clean genius in quarantine
I mean where's the love, where's the hate.
What's a smiling face and a sunburned prostate
for a man that great.

Richard there, Richard here,
Richard quoting Shakespeare,
back and forth and back again,
to be or not to be the man.

LyricsLizzy's getting dizzy, she should've known it from the
start being rich is just a lifestyle being ALIVE
is just a part

That's what makes a kilo heavier than a gram, mam (x2)

I don't mean to be rude
Great American nude

I got a gift from my mother,
she got it for a dime
She got it from someone
and I also don't mind

But it's just a phase
when I get graced
Can't tell the picture from a sound
I thought you were just a colour
Great American brown (x2)

Postmodern, old-fashioned,
underground and an underground man
Black as blood on canvas, shaky hands

You see, I got it from my mother
She got it for a buck
Get the gallery connected
Get the clientele to perform
Sell a demon for a duck

I didn't mean to be rude
Great American Nude

Hey, I didn't mean to be rude !
Great American Nude

Walk that walk
I'm looking for my pop

Burton in a salad bar sweet like a candy bar
No more soda for a clean genius in quarantine
I mean where's the love, where's the hate.
What's a smiling face and a sunburned prostate
for a man that great.

Great American Nude

Take American Express ?

Walk that walk (x2)

That's what makes a kilo heavier than a gram, mam (x3)
That's what does it..

One two (x6)

One two (x3)

Great American Nude (x4)

I wanna testify

She had this thing about Aleister Crowley
wrapped up inside of her head
It turned her around like sentiment
(inaudible speech)

Hey I know there's more to this...
But I bought you a newspaper every Sunday
At the end just a huge pile of yellowed
Sunday telegraphs on the windowpane

We sang Three Blind Mice together:
"Three blind mice, three blind mice
who went in across the farmer's house.."

You know well
Just never tell
If someone's got a secret hell

Now you
You should be breakin' me
Sometimes I lose my head
I don't know nothing
You should be breaking me
Instead you let me hide behind your back

What goes around
LyricsWill come back down
Can someone get it out of town



I'm in this state
Kinda late
But tell me, don't it look just great?

You
You should be haunting me
Some drift get twisted before I even touch 'em
You should be scaring me
But don't I only scare myself?
So don't I only scare myself? (x5)

It is a waterproof
Windproof
I love youf
I'm-on-the-roof-kind-of-a-way

We're in the grillroom
With the groundwork
You stain your skirt, skirt
I love your hairdo, I hate your way

Yes, that's the price you pay..!!! (x4)

I'm just a shipboy
I pay my shiptoll
And every shipday
I take a shipstroll
out on the deck

It's complicated
I underrated
But now I made it
LyricsMight it be a bit O.K.?

No, that's the price you pay..!! (x4)

'I'm feeling weary'
He said to Larry
'I'm gonna O.D.
I hit the roadie
I'm in a popband'

He said 'Remember James Dean
was looking pristine
in comes the benzine
out goes the rebel without a grant
.. but with a fanzine'

Yes, that's the price you pay..!!! (x4)

Just like a dive-bomb
you're gonna dive son
ain't nothing won hon'
Until it's done done
Look out for the quake

Check out the ceiling
there's nothing healing
Your life is peeling
I know the feeling
you just wanna break (x2)

No, that's the price you pay!!!...!!! (x4)

I'm just a shipboy
I pay my shiptoll
And every shipday
I take a shipstroll
out on the deck

It's complicated
I underrated
But now I made it
Might it be a bit O.K.?

No, that's the price you pay !!!!!!