the singing painters: set two

The second set, a half an hour later, brings some of the tougher material, most of it unrehearsed. Gerhard is a song on two German officers, Heinz and Gerhard, who where said to have worked for Russian Government. It is one of the last songs the original trio worked on. It used to have a nice and dark guitar basso continuo which worked quite well with the dark-spirited lyric.
Next is Fool Control. We never did it too often. It is one of those crazy lyrics on noisy and foolish heads in a cupboard. The version we did that night is an unrehearsed one. Fool Control too is the title of the only cd of The Singing Painters as a trio, released in 2003 shortly after the S.M.A.K.-concert. Still available.
Follows Yellow Liquid, one more hilariously stupid lyric on a head. The head appears to be on a table and starts to manipulate the headless antagonist. Jackals, next one, appartently is that one Singing Painter song that got broadcasted, which I don't exactly remember as such. After that most precious event the song dissapeared from view. For a long time we absolutely had no intention at all to perform it ever again. Hungry Fat Dog is, well, I don't think that even Ed The Ego-Fed wrote a lyric as stupid as this one. It's on world wholesale I guess. Imagine industrials conquering some small island in Big Ocean, raping its original inhabitants and finally making a complete ruin of that little thing nowhere. George or Laughter at Bullock's Pine, as it used to be called, is one more marvel of montypythonish imbecile-mimicry. I love it. Three blokes enter a girl's appartment. Two of them are stonedrunk. They don't care about the girl. The girl is far too educated or something else is wrong with her. George starts to puke on the table, Steve on the cupboard and for no other reason on George, finally both make it a complete mess and puke on the girl. The vocal is the less drunk of the infernal trio, apparently aware of the mess they make.
Set two concludes with The Nicest Thing Comes In The End, a barrel song from the deep end of reality.

GERHARD (2008)

gerhard could have been a soviet union spy
bought a fifth floor brick-stone appartment married kids
heinz got tortured near hannover 1946
for the first time in his life naked
and properly shaven with a phantom razor

gerhard had blue ballpoint marks on his chest
indicating soldiers and little toys and secret games
and other things apparently lost the mississippi head
a present he got from his father
and a silly fragment aged of bare knowledge dark and ugly

a face without identity

both had decent looking females ripped
from a regular hitchock sequel
love had been killed because it hadn't been love
it hadn't been anything else
the victims could have been all the others

FOOL CONTROL (2001)

eight heads in the cupboard make a lot of noise
eight heads in the cupboard make a lot of noise
make a lot of noise
make a lot of noise
like 70 pages make a lot
like 70 pages make a lot
like 70 pages make a lot
eight heads around the table
eight tables around my head
eight heads and a deadlock
eight heads make a lot of noise
make a lot of noise
make a lot of noise
like 70 pages make a lot
like 70 pages make a lot
like 70 pages make a lot
eight heads on the goddamn catwalk
eight heads on the goddamn catwalk
make a lot of noise
make a lot of noise
like 70 pages make a lot

YELLOW LIQUID (2001)

Nice head on the table. Nice head on the table. Yeah. Move head on top of finger. Yeah. Nice head on top of finger. Yeah. Nice head on top of finger.
Suddenly head ejects. Yeah. Head ejects and starts to formulate a certain quantity of words.
Head, chrissake, don't try to manipulate me. Don't try to manipulate me. Don't try to manipulate me.
It ain't wrong to be on the table. Yeah. It ain't wrong to be on the table.
Just don't move around on top of that finger. Don't move around.
Dammit. One more frolic finger. Nice head. Yeah. Nice and frolic. Yeah. Nice head on the table. Head quiet and smiling. Table would harm no one. No. Table would harm no one. No.
Head, chrissake, don't try to manipulate me. Don't try to manipulate me. Now listen.
Listen. Gently fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid.
Head smiles. Head on top of the table. It smiles. Head smiles. Sit, sit, head, chrissake, sit.
Don't talk. Dammit. Don't think. Dammit. Don't manipulate me. Don't even think to do so.
Move image inside plaster cupid. Head filled with yellow liquid. Yeah. Nice image. Nice image. Yeah.
Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid. Fill head with yellow liquid ...

JACKALS (1998)

(a)
jackals are the newest thing in town
one can see and follow them anywhere around
(b)
be aware of the jackal whenever he or she
comes sniffing sniff sniff snaff around
(c)
always in for some benefit
call it a donut
call it a piece of shit
(d)
they really make a whole a lot of sound
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
another said i don't like elephants in the crowd
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
and yet another got so pissed off
that he couldn't open or even close his mouth
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
(e)
and in the desert silly laughs
move eye-close frot and turn on he or she
if in for art make some in the field
i need to pee
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah
(f)
they do whatever a jackal needs to do
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW
(g)
they say whatever a jackal needs to say
HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW

HUNGRY FAT DOG (2007)

no one care a hungry fat dog
wear some feather
wear a gun
eat rabits eat a nun
good old jesus loads of fun
have a chocolate
wear leather underwear or wear none
loads of noise and a bit of fun
no one care a hungry fat dog

THE NICEST THING COMES IN THE END (1998)

the nicest thing comes in the end
when you are gone and i am dead

the nicest song comes in the end
the house is clean i gave my head

to someone in a local pub he's a drunk
the nicest thing is that to come

in a hole a frame of teeth
a load of zombs and instant-junk

my partners there all asleep
feet wide open and penned beneath

the nicest thing comes in the end
i lost my head and you got blind

so many friends and that much ground
but no eyes to see and look around

the nicest thing comes in the end
the nicest song comes in the end