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What Would Andy Say
04:18
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Get straight boy, get straight, cut hair son and shave, buy clothes and shine shoes, you’re out in the real world
Your suit suits your eyes, your tie suits your teeth, your glasses orange, green and black, but that’s how they should be
But what would Andy say, if he had a normal day, if he hadn’t been awake all night, working on his latest novel
Go early to bed, do push ups instead of staying out in bars with friends, they’re a lost bunch of planners
Say yes, wear a grin if you can’t make it smile, a careful lick and then you’re off to the stars in the real world
But what would Norma say, if she had a normal day, if she hadn’t been awake all night, working on her latest movie
Don’t listen to the terrorist inside you he’ll come around soon enough
He’s been dropping little messages in your head, he’ll push you over if you don’t stand straight
It’s only a game that might lead to fame, and mother’s rest in family nest, what more can you ask for
So straight boy, get straight, cut hair son and shave, shine shoes and buy clothes, this is your suitcase
But What would Andy say, if he had an honest day, if he hadn’t been awake all night, working on his latest haircut
Don’t listen to the terrorist inside you, he’ll come around soon enough
He’s been dropping little messages in your head, he’ll push you over if you don’t stand straight
What would Andy say, If he had a normal day, if he hadn’t been awake all night working on his latest novel
Don’t listen to the terrorist inside you he’ll come around soon enough
He’s been dropping little messages in your head, he’ll push you over if you don’t stand straight
Terror, terror, terror, terror, he’ll come around soon enough
Terror, terror, terror, terror, he’ll push you over if you don’t stand straight
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Moviestar
04:34
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Moviestar
When i watch it
I think of you
I wonder where you are
I wonder what you do
Are you afraid, are you at work
Are you making love
Or do you sit and watch the screen
Just like me
Moviestar, moviestar, moviestar
And when you smile
You smile at me
It must have been fun
‘cause you smile a lot
It’s your birthday and you’re in your red dress
You look great
And you open the gift
That I gave to you
Moviestar, moviestar, moviestar
And maybe it’s sick to sit here and watch
On a cold screen
How happy we were
But that is the price of our VCR
Yes, that is the price of our VCR
Moviestar, moviestar, moviestar
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No one I know can complain like you could
And give this life such damn good rag doll beating
Rain would always get you wet, sun, far too strong
And all those crappy wars were German relics
No one is here to complain now that you’re gone
No one is here to complain and I miss you so
Not even fish cakes tasted quite like they did
When seas were clean and blue and not polluted
Cars were always dangerous, trains, late but safe
Don’t let safety kill your will, it’s boring!
No one is here to complain now that you’re gone
No one is here to complain and I miss you so
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Piledriver
02:54
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It’s penetration time again
Time to get out of cupboards
Time to squeeze and time to be squeezed
And if courage let’s me down
And I feel like drawing new cards saying please
go back to start again
She’s a piledriver
She’s extreme, but she’s real
She’s a missile
All the years I spent explaining
Building fortresses around me
Suddenly wasted when she comes
She’s a piledriver
She’s extreme, but she’s real
She’s a missile
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5. |
Spoilt Conversation
04:48
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Well, it’s always like that
A nice apt with friends and their friendly wives, and wine and beer and all
You play the fool you fool the play, at least you think you do, but then the link is lost and you find yourself in a hubble bowl
Spoilt conversation, mouth shut, say nothing, spoilt conversation, hear words, speak none
I’ll turn your face extremely white, I’ll turn you red and green
And then it’s always like that
You start off well with words and the moves that match the given situation
But you push the world, the world you push is an enormous world and no world to be pushed, you throw the world into garbage cans
Spoilt conversation, hear something, say nothing, spoilt conversation, say something, hear nothing
I’ll turn your face extremely white, I’ll turn you red and green
A few of my favourite thoughts fell to the floor, like flies to the yellow light bulb
A few of my brilliant thoughts crash landing again, on a cushion covered floor and we all love you eyes
I met the painter on my way, he asked me -why do you still try when you know it’s useless?
I said -I don’t try, it’s just a habit that I have, It’s just a shower that I need sometimes
Spoilt conversation, a few of my favourite thoughts crash landing again, the fine art of spoiling conversations
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6. |
Normal Man
05:54
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A normal man does what he can here
To fill up his tin can
With the best from Japan
A normal man
Safe in his circles, spits on his symbols
He knows that he’s right
It sounds like future
It smells like remedy
But the taste is ordinary
And we’re the last to know it’s here
So all good airheads grab your brains
Throw them all into your favorite dream
A normal man
Sick in his death bed
Believes he’ll come over
And return to his stride
It sounds like dying
But it’s not that quiet
It smells like remedy
But the taste is ordinary
So all good airheads
Grab your brains
Throw them all into your favorite dream
A lively man
So full of hum-hopes
Sooner taken for granted
And we knew you would end up
A normal man
Safe in his circles
Spitting on symbols
Convinced that you’re right
It sounds like future
It smells like remedy
But the taste is ordinary
And we believe that it’s not here
So all good airheads
Grab your brains
Throw them all into your favorite dream
Who can hold this heart together
Who can gently say the words
The world is a wheel
The circle is dead
A man is a normal man
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7. |
White Servant
05:14
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On a crazy day
With deaf old ears and fear of
face like clouds above
On a desperate day
With sharp unfriendly light
That pierce through your wary thoughts
Tell me when you go further than the reef, show me where you take off, and whisper when the loop panic strikes
A white servant in his studio
Well you ran into trouble
A white servant in his studio
Playing powder games with you
So on a day that I call a scream day Monday, hisper heard but not replied
No Sandy no Sandy no
It’s not right, it’s not right
Oh John oh John, we were no catchers in the rye field
You told me when you went further than the reef, you showed me where you took off, and you whispered when the loop panic stroke
A white servant in a studio
Well you fell into trouble
A white servant in a studio
That’s all we offered you
Some of them say he’s coming down for good now, some of them say that might be just as good
Some of them say you’re innocent and that Sandy was beautiful
A white servant in his studio
So you ran into trouble
A white servant in his studio
Playing powder games with you
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8. |
Gary's Not Around
01:53
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They bought a tall Norwegian
To save our mid-defence
He’s somewhat fast but clumsy
He can’t get his tackles right
Everything is green out there
From the linesman to the pitch
Everybody knows what’s wrong
Gary’s not around
And when they lost that game
Six goals to three
I knew there will be no balling
Until he’s back in the game
Everything is green out there
From the linesman to the pitch
Everybody knows what’s wrong
Gary’s not around
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9. |
You Know How It Works
02:50
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These things you got
To put away your hands with them
Wet shot
Right so, better, like someone else
A macho kitchen hell
Is that a waiter or a toaster?
You know how it works
And I don’t like it
You know how it works
And I don’t like it
Hands, erection, a black strong friend of yours
An invitation won’t last that long ‘round here, no, no
A stardom kitchen rage
A lot of nice heads shake
You know how it works
And I don’t like it
You know how it works
I am the linesman waving
Heads and pedals
Like someone else’s shed
Like your covent goddess
And prince of whales
I’m in a napalm kitchen rage
A lot of night servants
You know how it works
And I don’t like it
You know how it works
I am the linesman waving
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You are the great painter
I am the wild poet
We often talk about our future careers
Jill is the star photographer
Tom is the gifted guitarist
They have a common interest in cheap red wine, and then
All we can do is to sit back and wait and wish for the moon to break free
But there’s always a when
and there’s always a but,
And whens and buts do take their time, don’t they friends
And then there are if onlys and as soon ases, and wait until springs
And I have a friend who knows someone, I think maybe he could be …
All we can do is to sit back and wait and wish for the moon to break free
To break free from all of that
And where there’s a will there isn’t always a way
And today isn’t always the right day
But you are the great painter
I am the wild poet
We often talk about our future careers
To break free from all of this
To break free
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p loofool p Oslo, Norway
p loofool p is a indie rock band from Oslo, who played together for about a year during 1995/1996. The band was inspired by everything from Lou Reed to Jane's Addiction.
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