------------------------------------------------------- The big black / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) A big black descended inside me. It does things there which no one sees - neither do I. Not because it's behind my back, but it's dark there and black, black, black. And I am certain, that deep down there it studies the nature and structure of my white omnipotence First it monkeys with halfmouldered chests. Then I feel splinters shooting through my shoulders. And I am certain, that deep down there it studies the nature and structure of my white omnipotence Now it reads old forms. This is the most annoying, and with reason. For too many slaves I had, too many slaves I had, in the tax-deduction season. And I am certain, that deep down there it studies the nature and structure of my white omnipotence Too many slaves I had, too many slaves I had, Too many slaves I had, too many slaves I had. ------------------------------------------------------- What's the story / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) What's the story? Robber shoots cop. Love & hate, action & death. Man meets woman. Husband leaves wife. Love & hate, action & death. Film is a battlefield: begin, middle and end. the rest is ballony. What's the story? it will play. Shakespeare not England, Moliere not France. Love & hate, action & death. If Dickens were Russian, would Oliver twist? Love & hate, action & death. ------------------------------------------------------- Lamp lady / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) the image: a woman ... helpfull, attending, and handling with care. Imagine: a batterfield ... With sparse light, at lives lost, a red cross to bear. The lady with the lamp is what The lady with the lamp is what They called her; The country needed heroes, the papers had to sell ... The medicines, the lady, the cupboard, the lamp. The lock not the key, a light in the hand. The prescriptions, the wounded, the look through the glass. Demand not supply, a pain in the ass The lady with the lamp is what The lady with the lamp is what They called her; The country needed heroes, the papers had to sell ... The soldiers in the sickbay, the cupboard for medicines. Its smashed front window in demand for supply. The stories from hearsay, the covers of the magazines ... But the wounded, they knew the papers lied. The lady with the lamp is what The lady with the lamp is what They called her; The country needed heroes, the papers had to sell ... The lady without glamour is the lady with the hammer is what she was ... The lady with the hammer is what she was ... ------------------------------------------------------- Everything & me / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) I've got my television, and radio, the record-player, the video, and I also have my trombone, synthesizer, my drumkit and my stamp- collection; my garden, my library and my aquariuml my jet-ski, my waterskis, monoskis, my speedboat, ultra-light plane and hang- glider; my hedge-clippers, vacuum-cleaner paper-shredder, stone- grill; answering- and faxmachine and copier and swiss knife; my motorbike, my guard-dogs, my fret-saw and my racer; my jogging- suit, my mountainbike with thriatlon-handle-bar, my high-pressure spray-gun, micro-wave, my welder; my skateboard, rollerskates, ice-skates, hometrainer, fitness-bank and pinball-machine;snooker- table, laptop, jukebox, my travel-irons, ohm-meter, jigsaw-puzzles, pliers-set, dartboard; my telescope and searchlight, my swimming- pool with 3 meter board, and my bungy jumping outfit, and my deck of cards, and magazines ... No, I won't get bored that easily, when I'm on my own. ------------------------------------------------------- New clear daze / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) Progress's present is a one-way travel, with a dis- count ticket from a passed station; a trip into the future with no turning back. We go step by step by step by step by step by step by step by step ... ------------------------------------------------------- Oh puckerlips now / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) Distorted culture of these seething times... it cuts to pieces, like a blind- ing knife. Bewildered, bewildering, this sea of flowing flooding fleeting words. drowning out the voices hurt. Hurray roars the ship in the street, the state, the eager hate, the world capsizing in spite, in spate. Too late, she sinks, she sings ... the crest of the waves in the mouth, on the ridges. She reaches for infinite inanity, in vanity, where captains sqeal for new ideals. Illusions delusions disorder, disguised as law and order. Oh dear, another shape to fear. The loathing-birds, the Choke-chain rats, the tight-seared ties, their driveling runs ... in the family. Each rascal with respect for present arms ... Without mercy, in his face, eat shit he can, that gaping craterjaw off course. Of course, what else you'd think: another ship to sink. The violence the hatred the greed, a reeking, rattling disease. A raging wound of pregnant boils it is this limitless calamity. False pearlswines, waste-watchers, powersick hurdle-razers, monstrosities of misery ... All I want is to cram & stamp & stuff it, into their ugly barking barfbeaks. The news filled with their stalking heads, with banquets of voracity, their delayziness at catastrophes; the yes-but lamentations and power-quest; nodding yessholes with obscene pretence; that bloodshot sympathy; that creeping cringing villainy ... The damn result? Look; there it is: one more swine once again see that grin, as that puckerlip snout begins, and then ... Oh, will this ever come right again? Distorted culture of these seething times ... cut to pieces with a blinding knife. Bewildered, bewildering, this sea of flowing flooding fleeting words, drowning out of the voices heard. ------------------------------------------------------- Okinawa, mon amour / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) It rained in Okinawa, long time ago. The rain sid she was the umbrella. An old Japan proverb perhaps, but not in Okinawa. It rained in Okinawa, a while ago. And the clouds, they were full of anger. Too many people got too wet, but the most in Okinawa. It rained in Okinawa, and when it rained it poored. The weathermen shrug their shoulders. They never heard of Okinawa. It still rains in Okinawa. Okinawa. ------------------------------------------------------- Dear house / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) Dear house, Dear house, why do Dear house, why do we have Dear house, why do we have mice? Is it because we have food? Then what do you do with a mouse in a breadsack? Scream? Dear mouse, Dear mouse, why do Dear mouse, why do we have Dear mouse, why do we have men? Is it because we love food? Then what do you do with a man in a bedroom? Scream? House Dear house House Dear house ------------------------------------------------------- Conviction going gaga / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) Dutch village of dog- ma. Conviction going gaga. Breeding-ground of polios. Who's will? God knows! Let them eat godswill ... ------------------------------------------------------- Stupid competitions / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) Sho don't care if she's suitable or not. She don't wear high heals ... for the feet or the heart. She won't act weak while she's strong. She don't care if she's older than young. She don't count calories like sheep. She likes to eat whenever she likes to eat. She won't smile when she's feeling bad; to be the likeable woman who makes everybody glad. When instructions for success are written by sharks unhappiness and grief is what that living marks So many women went that route before ... Stupid competitions It's not worth living for. Stop stupid competitions ... Stop stupid competitions ... Stop stupid competitions ... Stop stupid competitions ... ------------------------------------------------------- Hickwall / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) Hickwall in his withers, the old mule winced. Till he saw it was a hickwall, and they both began to dance. It doesn't take one to know one. It doesn't take one to know anybody. Time flew by for hours, much to her distress. Till the postman brought a letter, and proposed a game of chess. It doesn't take one to know one. It doesn't take one to know anybody. Leaves played with a windfall, the toys with him alone. Till a straydog came to see him, and they found themselves a home. It doesn't take one to know one. It doesn't take one to know anybody. I planned a long vacation. I planned a long vacation. I planned a long vacation. Well that's what I tried to do. ------------------------------------------------------- War O.D. / The Ex (And the weathermen shrug their shoulders) If you sink in the mud, and you're clutching at drugs ... Well, the lower your feet, the more you'll need. Opportunity knocks like a ship on the rocks, there is no such thing as a war on drugs. Now there's some confusion about the state of illusion. Yet, one man's need means another man's greed. Opportunities rhyme like the tusks of a swine, there is no such thing as a war on crime. If you believe what you read at the bottom of the well ... Well, those leaders we'd need ... there's so much more to tell. Opportunities wait like crashing a gate, there is no such thing as a war on hate. Now there's the same old spill, with resolutions in the end. Such a waste, when you can kill time with a party instead. Opportunities score like a boxer's encore, there is no such thing as a war on war.