sfu-ma-to / LAMPshADe lyrics


the sound of one hand clapping CD (ughCD029)

when the storm of static settles down:

you don't feel that way because of me
and you fill my lungs so (i) can't breathe
did (i) drift from you or did you drift apart from me?

thanks for yr apology
you didn't feel so close to me
and yr the one who crushed me with yr tongue

and you call to me
for that (i) can see
(i) know yr a special one

you say the spark is gone for me
and you pulled the rug right out from me
and yr the one whose truest lips were sealed

there's still so much for you to learn
to love without filling me with scorn
(i) pray yr next is dealt a gentler hand

there's still so much for you to learn
to love without filling me with scorn
(i) pray yr next is dealt a gentler hand

and you call...

maybe in a past life
we were man and wife
but that time is no more

(lars RO)


sway softly for me tallgrass:

(i) didn't hear the phone ring
the phone ring, the phone ring
so (i) didn't hear the news
the news, the news
til (i) had pitched my tent

the moon which (i) had blessed for you
the night before, the night before
hid its face behind a cloud
a cloud, a cloud
and (i) just had to laugh
had to laugh, had to laugh
a laugh of regret
and a laugh of betrayal
a laugh at the blushing moon

when (i) awoke cold the fog was thick
the fog was thick, the fog was thick
the whole world had heard the news
the news, the news
and all of Nature hid it's face
hid it's face, hid its face
the gentiles & the Jews
the Muslims & Hindus
the Buddhists and the Sikhs
the Taoists and the trees
the softly swaying tallgrass
sway softly for me tallgrass

the softly swaying tallgrass
sway softly for me tallgrass

(lars RO)


small shadows:

an ant walks across the path
small shadows welcome it back to the path
from whence it came

(lars RO)


sick & tired:

well (i)'m really sick & tired of being really sick & tired and people not giving a shit
well (i)'ve seen them dropping bombs & making widows out of moms & not knowing when to quit
when the last figment of truth has been exploded over Beirut and hypocrisy is all around
how many years will the fear keep us pinned like burning spears til the wall comes tumbling down?

(lars RO)


panned out:

the pain kept streaming in through the windowpane
kept sneaking underneath the door
just when (i) least expected it
the pain came screaming out for more
screaming out for more

but (i) said please not this time
not this time when it's all panned out
please not this time
please not this time
please not this time when it's all panned out
please not this time
please not this time
cause any other time would do...

the pain kept streaming in through the windowpane
kept slipping underneath the door...

(lars RO)


metasong:

the fetishes had a field day
a spark ignited you went away
once disentangled tracked you down
and storms of passion engulfed the town

all was well
it seemed
an ecstatic dream
til you broke it off
til you ripped & cut

the seasons passed yr memory hung
like a stormcloud blotting out the sun
you joined me in that ancient land
yr gaze crumbled my heart in the sand

all was well...

(lars RO)


keep yr attention:

yr eyes were warm
and the crow cawed nonstop
and the roar of the planes
was soothing in a troubling way
do we choose the words
or is it the words that choose us?
caw all you want, dear crow
this song wasn't written for you you know

but are these chords
too predictable
to keep yr attention?
to keep yr attention?
to keep yr attention?
to keep yr attention?

they lay together
these strange bedfellows
layer upon layer
which of them will surface
which of them will call its bluff,
jostling for attention?
which of them will surface
and which of them will call its bluff?
but are the chords...

(lars RO)


control-alt-delete CD (ughCD011)

what the bush in Shepherd's Bush:

what the bush in Shepherd's Bush
going to work for yr own tush
capitalist drones on yr cellphones
destroying our planet hey that's our fucking home
what's going on inside yr heads
do you prefer a planet where we're all dead

(lars RO)


we're destroying half the plants, we're destroying half the animals:

we people think we're so smart
we people think we're the shit
we people think we can do no wrong
but we're destroying half the plants
we're destroying half the animals

so you can free hair transplant to Amsterdam
København to London to L.A.
cloudy, cloudy skies ahead
time fearing to miss
destroying half the animals

time fearing to miss a.k.a. fake mortgages
critical viruses treat yr impotence
simply dissolve half a pill under yr tongue - size, pleasure, power
destroying half the plants
destroying half the animals!

(lars RO)


pas på:

pas på at du ikke
spiser alt for meget på McDonalds
og bliver lige som dem

pas på
pas på

(lars RO)


oh, the red white & blue:

oh, the red white & blue
and all the red blood you shed
for the white of yr racism
you have everyone singing the blues oh, the red white & blue...

there's a price to pay
for yr life of convenience
not everyone lives this way
not everyone has an S.U.V.
maybe a case of H.I.V.
or an I.E.D.
a whopping G.N.D.
generations of poverty
for yr fucked status quo
more & more of us know
that yr pulling the strings
sacrificing the underlings
but we've had enough
of yr bloodthirst for stuff
blatant disregard for life
new world order of war & strife

oh, the red white & blue...

how many lives will it take
for yr apocalyptic millenium
yr second coming of shit
perverted blasphemy that won't quit
killing all the Muslims for one
killing all the Jews when yr done
all but yr chosen few
fundamentalist is spelled f - u

oh, the red white & blue...

(lars RO)


no mo sugah for Jah fruitflies:

sugah for Jah fruitflies
sugah for Jah fruit
sugah for Jah fruitflies
sugah for Jah fruit
no more!
sugah for Jah fruitflies
sugah for Jah fruit
no more!
sugah for Jah fruitflies
no more!
sugah for Jah fruit
no more!
sugah for Jah fruitflies
no more!
sugah for Jah fruit
no more!
sugah for Jah fruitflies
no more!
sugah for Jah fruit

(lars RO)


(i) don't know why (i) even try:

(i) don't know why (i) even try
while thousands of thousands of Iraqis & Afghanis die
and you just keep passing me by
with yr iPods & yr cellphones stuck in yr ears...

(lars RO)


go team:

destroy The Earth
go team
kill everybody else
go team
poison ourselves
go team
is this yr Amerikkkan dream
destroy The Earth
go team
kill everybody else
go team
poison ourselves
go team
is this yr Amerikkkan dream

destroy The Earth...

...this is not my American dream

(lars RO)


pockets of resistance (1998-2004) CD (ughCD006/BSBTA #93)

what keeps you up at night?:

look up to the sky
and the sky is waiting
why don't you sleep
look up to the sky
and the sky is waiting
why don't you sleep
look up to the sky
and the sky is waiting
why don't you sleep
look up to the sky
and the sky is waiting
why don't you sleep

what keeps you up at night?

(lars RO)


spandex treetops:

the parapalegic hurtles across the barren landscape his mouth afire
mutton chops sailing behind his wicked trajectory
beads of sweat
lifting off his haggard cheeks and trailing in his wake

onward he hurtles like a fiery demon, deranged
his eyes focused with vicious determination
on what lies ahead

the wail of the horn
is almost surreal
it stops and starts
like an overweight woman
screaming for her child
then gagged
then screaming
then gagged
then

like a mermaid she's burning
burning
like a mermaid she's burning
burning
like a mermaid she's burning
burning
like a mermaid she's burning
burning

the sparkling silver and chrome grill impacts his fragile skull
the wiry limbs of body and wheelchair crumple
and merge into one

steel meets flesh
meets bone
meets blacktop
meets spurting blood

jump the barricade
that's what it's there for
jump the barricade...

(lars RO)


luxury of Crete:

metermaids
airplanes overhead
and the luxury of Crete

set me free, i cry
from a cold, dry willow dream
a pigeon's bluff
a paper airplane
a silver lake & cleft
the Northern lights stream
my dad's not dead
i cuff a pant slow
i burn the krantz
i wrap the knee-flow
exploded chants
purple pants
drought crypts
and silver lightning
burning hams
and yields m'a growing
snakker Fransk
and smecker bilfreens
Reverend North
and Oliver Cornflakes
he's stealing jokes
and creamed deniers
savouring pretzels
and silver spires
open clefts
perspiring admirers
quand il oppre
quand il presènte
l'Academie
avec ses accomplissements
très favourables
très favourables
très favourables
très favourables

metermaids
airplanes overhead
and the luxury of Crete

(lars RO)


welcome to Fallujah:

welcome to the bloodbath in Fallujah
welcome to the bloodbath in Iraq
singing welcome to the bloodbath in Fallujah
welcome to the bloodbath in Iraq

call it Operation Phantom Fury
but it's more than a phantom menace
it's more than a Hollywood movie
we're talking thousands of dead women
and thousands of dead children...

so welcome to the bloodbath in Fallujah
welcome to the bloodbath in Iraq
singing welcome to the bloodbath in Fallujah
welcome to the bloodbath in Iraq

and it's all so we can steal yr oil
it's all so we can steal yr oil
it's all so we can steal yr oil
while telling lies & lies & lies & lies & lies

so welcome to the bloodbath in Fallujah
welcome to the bloodbath in Iraq
singing welcome to the bloodbath in Fallujah
welcome to the bloodbath in Iraq

(lars RO)


shards of ancient suns CD/cassette (ughCD004/zoz017/BSBTA #24)

staring into a hole:

if i had a camera tonight
would you be my star
if i focused on yr eyelids babe
would you climb in the car
i've been shattering all the street lights tonight
i'm kind of sick of this shit
i keep missing my turnoff babe
i'm cracking the whip

ooh...

can you feel yr fingertips now
the shakes are getting so rough
can't remember why i came round here
i think i've had enough
come on, let go of the handcuffs kid
i think i'm under control
i can't see with those headlights shining in my eyes
like staring into a hole

ooh...

the trap door's gone, the lights are all flicked
now's the end of the rope
i believe the gusha is kicked
there's no reason to mope
come on, let go of the handcuffs kid
i think i'm under control
i can't see with those headlights shining in my eyes
like staring into a hole

ooh...

(lars RO)


solitude:

i want you to pull on my chain
lower the Venetian blinds
send the critters scattering, skulking away

pledge an alliance to yr Christian brethren
like standing in front of a jail cell
a containment cell
fingering the keys in yr palm

appreciating the tactile feel
of the metal between yr fingers
clasping the sense of power, tightly in yr hand

shards of light cutting through the night sky
pigments of light that we call stars
puncturing the velvet dome of royal blue
shafts of steel wire

protrude deep into the firm earth before us...

solitude
solitude
solitude
solitude

(lars RO)


the future lies in darkness CD/cassette (ughCD001/zoz013)

spinning:

my shores are wasted
my soul untied
my shores are wasted
my soul untied
looks like i'm spinning again
looks like i'm spinning again

feels like i'm spinning again
feels like i'm spinning again
shores - wasted
shores - wasted
shores - wasted
shores - wasted
spinning
spinning
spinning
spinning

(lars RO)


rote (that's all she):

?...

rote!
rote!

camine
camine
camine
camine
con cuidado

(lars RO)


regnessap:

yeah i can feel it coming in to the harbour
i've been to michigan, i've never fucking been
to ann arbor
yeah i can feel it coming in to the harbour
i've been to michigan, i've never fucking been
to ann arbor

yeah i can feel it coming in to the harbour
i've been to michigan, i've never fucking been
to ann arbor
yeah i can feel it coming in to the harbour
i've been to michigan, i've never fucking been
to ann arbor

betrayed!
betrayed!
betrayed!
betrayed!

(lars RO)


pox americana (pathetic twits):

fucking lifeless pinheads
that's what this world is full of
slobbering, posturing
gripping their rolls of fat
poofing their lousy hairdos
maybe it's just this country
maybe it's just this country
maybe it's just this...

peering around
untrustingly
gazes of emptiness & worthlessness
in their beady eyes
obsessedly conformist
smoking their marlboro lights
peering accusingly at those
who are different from them

ugly hip-packs protruding from
their rotund bellies
horrible articles of fashion gone wrong
clothing
draped from their putrid white skin
drowning in their diet cokes
pathetic twits
pathetic twits
pathetic twits

PATHETIC TWITS
PATHETIC TWITS
PATHETIC TWITS
PATHETIC TWITS
it's so poetic
it's so pathetic...

(lars RO)


long tall sally:

long tall sally
cadillac jack
goody doody
james dean
steamy window
red river rock
mai-tai
mo-town
pina colada
singapore sling
harvey wallbanger

blue hawaii
grasshopper
black russian
alexander
jungle juice
dauquiri
bloody mary
la mumba
tequila sunrise
margarita
dry martini

(lars RO)


lamps & giftshops:

lamps & giftshops
what is all this nonsense
a baby whimpers but is paid no heed
bus doors slam open with surreal force
why need they shut with such violence?
here's a sale with low consciousness,
whatever that means -
is it truly cutthroat?
silhouettes abound and cut gaping holes in the stratosphere
if you armwrestled a cloud & lost would you accuse it
of cheating?

welcome to jante, home of the amputation of chit-chat
the great panum ship waits, ready to set sail,
but to where? and why?
consider why it is that trees don't grow downwards from the sky -
perhaps they're anthropomorphic
the kids clamber onboard,
but once again, they're just a nuisance

if you lived in a domino house, would you have to come up for air
there are dolphins & forest rangers
tangles, tangles of hair
i got caught in a whirlwind
a porcupine clambered across my back
got pulled down an avalanche
i pulled down an avalanche,
i fell & spread it into the sack

off the coast of dunbar was a durban
driving down the mountain, take yr time turban
trying to catch a ride on christmas eve
for seven hours of make-believe

(lars RO)


i can taste it:

the poet narcissist bleeds
his intestines withering out
through pleated trousers
butterfly imprints

the way you...

troubadours rebuked
fickle chimneys
galloping steeds
rug burn

?...

i want to go to the bridge
has anybody seen the bridge?
somebody take me to the... BRIDGE!
i want to go to the bridge...

the way you...

oh yeah...

(lars RO)


help me:

everyone tells me about a brighter day
i've sown my fields today
everyone tells me about a brighter day
i've sown my fields today

you've got to help me please
you've got to help me please
you've got to help me please
you've got to help
me
please

cause no one seems to care about my time
cause no one seems to generate my time

(lars RO)


farmer John senator's son ripoff:

farmer John
i'm in love with yr daughter
yeah the one
with the bottle green eyes

i'm the senator's son
i'm the senator's son
i'm the senator's son, yeah yeah

i'm the senator,
i'm the senator,
i'm the senator,
senator,
i'm the senator's son, yeah yeah yeah yeah...

rubusane
i'm in love with yr republic
yeah the one...

(lars RO)


death kicks:

shot leg
wasn't bullet
yelled dog sick
bite leg rabid
pushed dock
cut inch
jump lake
go kicks off

gave car
hope enjoyed it
realise grades
watch house
breaking entering
words accusations
get jacket
write off
stealing tapes
right garage
images rape
fort bronx

burning frogs oil
frying skins
burn house
rip colouring book
breaking law
enforce it
cousin paul
divorce yet

(lars RO)


Chicago song:

i sit and watch
for the ships to come in
my cutty sark,
my bowl of gin
conquistador, san salvador
pistachio, san salvador

i sit and watch...
my cutty sark...
necropolis overhead
metropolis in my stead

(lars RO)


chaund pattela:

chaundy, chaundy chaund
stinkin' up the john
chicky, chicky chaund
pattela, i smell ya...

(lars RO)


15 & 110:

15 & 110
15 & 110
15 & 110
that's where I'm going
again

aww yeah
alright
aww yeah...

(lars RO)


KOU TWIFF EE ZUPANZ TAUIN cassette (zoz005)

spa city diner:

penned up in this seaside town
see them strutting all across
town
it's eerie how traditions last
cadaverous the first the
last

a pressing need, a driving urge
for those involved a certain
urge
the tendency to hedge your bets
lambast us with your corrupted
bets

pass the ketchup to me
spa city diner
pass the ketchup to me

pass the ketchup to me
spa city diner
pass the ketchup to me...

(lars RO)


here are 2 which are just short poem pieces & not song lyrics (yet):

untitled

eva gives me warmth
even the toaster says so


untitled (toronto vs. NYC)

"i'm going to the evil city."
"which is that?"
"toronto."

"what happened to yr drummer?"
"he moved to new york. he wanted to play more polyrhythms."
"i don't blame him."


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