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In A Bar, Under The Sea = 60:26 (15 tracks)

 

 

 

1.* I Don't Mind What Ever Happens (0:46)

2.* Fell Off The Floor, Man (5:13)

3.* Opening Night (1:38)

4.* Theme From Turnpike (5:44)

5.* Little Arithmetics (4:29)

6.* Gimme The Heat (7:37)

7.* Serpentine (3:16)

8.* A Shocking Lack Thereof (5:51)

9.* Supermarketsong (1:56)

10.* Memory Of A Festival (1:51)

11.* Guilty Pleasures (4:22)

12.* Nine Threads (3:32)

13.* Disappointed In The Sun (6:03)

14.* Roses (4:52)

15.* Wake Me Up Before I Sleep (2:53)

  

 

 

Lyrics to: 'In A Bar, Under The Sea'

 

 

 

Tom Barman

Stef Kamil Carlens

Jules de Borgher

Klaas Janzoons

Craig Ward

 

 

All songs arranged and performed by dEUS.

except "Disappointed In The Sun": arranged by Piet Jorens & dEUS

"Gimme The Heat": arranged by Peter Vermeersch & dEUS

Recorded and Mixed at Galaxy Studios MOL (Belgium),

Produced by Eric Drew Feldman, engineered by Tom Doty,

mixed by Eric Drew Feldman, Tom Doty & dEUS, Assistant Engineers:

Filip Henrckmans, Frank Duchain, Jim Brumby & Koen De Boeve

Paintings: Rudy Trouvé, layout: Dirk Belmans, built by Cally

 

Total playing time (CD): 60:26 (15 tracks)

CD Released September 1996 - (on Island Records CID 8052/524 296-2)

 

 

 

 

I Don't Mind Whatever Happens

Words & music: Carlens

Time : 0:46

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal,

Guitar

Tom Barman: Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Vocal

Rudy Trouvé: Vocal, Piccolo,

Harmonica

Didier Fontaine: Vocal  

 

I don't mind whatever happens

I don't mind whatever goes around

Baby baby just drown me in your Sweet White

Gimme some of your flashing light

That's all I do expect from you

Now, don't you want to

Do you mind whatever happens

 

 

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Fell Off The Floor, Man

Words: Carlens, Ward, Barman, Trouvé,

music: Barman, De Borgher, Ward, Carlens

Time : 5:13

Note : Scott McCloud appears courtesy of Girls Against Boys 

 

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, bass, Double bass, guitars

Tom Barman: Guitar, vocal,

Hammond, Talkback

Jules De Borgher: Drums, Percussion

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Talkback

Scott McCloud: Philosophy

Eric Drew Feldman: Hammond, Percussion

 

 

What about my philosophy, MY philosophy

You gotta be your own, you gotta be your own dog

You know? You know what I'm talking about? -that's right

You're supposed to say yes, like a James Brown-thing

Yeah !

 

You gotta go sniffin' on your own turf

Be your own dog, don't let nobody put a leash on you

 

Rubbadub a tub fish Ping Pong

Sneakin' in the dead zone Boneyard

Sippin' on a catlap Sing Song

Trimming off my nostril hairs Headcase

An angel in a mellowcake Courtpie

Rubbin' like a pussycat Gridlock

A stone within my eyeball Too too

Dancin' with my socks on Oh Man

Singin' like a tomtit Stop cab

You've been listening to the Doors Tip top

Entering a smoky barroom Hey you

Smuggling a wombat What a day

Chewing on my necktie Tweedoll

Tumbling in the margarine Heroine

Hidden in the ribbonbrass Too too

Actin' like a baby Headcase

 

I don't need no thoughts in me, don't you want to rescue me?

There's a little light below, go there when I want to go

 

Wanna buy the bubblegum? Ping pong

Trying to pry the red shoes off Headcase

Licking on my ice cream cone Heroine

Surfing in the kitchen sink What a day

Sippin' on a diet coke Hey dude

A toodle to the innercrop Tip Top

Shopping with my scapegoat Top fish

Change a tenner for two fivers Too too

 

FELL OFF THE FLOOR, FELL OFF THE FLOOR MAN (8 times)

 

Rita Hayworth (3 times)

Rita Hay

 

Don't strap yourself to a Volkswagen in a weird... harness

Get a harness, because it could be dangerous

 

Don't try this at home

 

Going out to steal a ruby (4 times)

 

Looking like a rayon, love to do it indoor

They all got a say on, falling off the damned floor

Succulent but sucked in, always I'll be in for

Wanted to be tucked in, falling off the same floor

 

(inaudible speech)

 

 

 

Opening Night

 

Words: Barman, Ward, music: dEUS

Time : 1:38

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Piano

 

I dedicate a colour to

my dearest friends and family who

so solemnly and nicely dressed

come visit me, I must confess

I feel like Gena might

upon her opening night

 

And so the hounding begins

a sudden crack on the shins

whip stinging say oh hello

you look like someone I know

 

Fiery red I give my mom

my dad transparent he is gone

my sisters I give black and white

and guys I hate well fuck 'em bright

my friends get shades of blue

and ginger green to you

 

while sniggering up your sleeve

a kid a joke just like wee

guys in a schoolyard aged five

the baddest honcho alive

track down your friends to a bar

trace over steps in a car

say that's a pretty excuse

make mine a pineapple juice

bugbears are plenty round here

give him a clip on the ear

says dad infront of TV

decide channel randomly

 

I feel something coming on

a funny turn or a wrong

decision made casually

like dad infront of TV

regurgitation and goo

ten squillion eyes watch as you

put up a pretty good fight

on this your opening night (5 times)

 

 

 

Theme From Turnpike

 

Words & music: Barman

Time : 5:44

Note : Sample of "Far Wells, Mill Valley" by Charles Mingus.

Used Courtesy of Sony Music and by permission of Jazz Workshop Inc.

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Percussion

Tom Barman: Samples, Guitar,

Vocal, Percussion

Jules De Borgher: Drums, Percussion

Craig Ward: Sax, Vocal, Percussion

Klaas Janzoons: Percussion

Eric Drew Feldman: Egg

 

 

He went to the bottom, put his soul on fire (2 times)

 

New Jersey Turnpike riding on a wet night (2 times)

 

Maybe he got the rhyme

Maybe he got the eyes

Maybe he got the time counterclockwise

 

Yeah...

He said... He said...

 

New Jersey Turnpike riding on a wet night (2 times)

 

Maybe he got the song

Maybe he got the size

Maybe he got it wrong counterclockwise

 

Yeah...

He said:"No more loud music" (4 times)

 

 

 

Little Arithmetics

 

Words: Barman, music: Barman/Ward

Time : 4:29

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal, Acoustic Guitar

Eric Drew Feldman: Hammond, Shaker

 

 

Into temptation, over in doubt

Black night, neonlight into my house

Talking talking talking about

Out of frustration, over in doubt

 

Hold me now, I'm hoping that you can explain

Little Arithmetics

Got me down, they're fooling me again and again

Little Arithmetics... (2 times)

Got me down

 

Sometimes I feel like I'm going down South Sometimes I'm feeling all right

Sometime I feel like I'm over and out Sometimes I'm losing my mind

Talking talking talking about Sometimes the day is the night

Into temptation, over in doubt Sometimes I don't wanna fight

 

Hold me now (Hold me now)

I'm hoping that you can explain

Little Arithmetics

Got me down (Hold me now), they're fooling me again and again

Little Arithmetics... (2 times)

 

Pa Pa - Pa Pa Da Pa - Pa Pa Da Pa (6 times)

 

Hold me now

Little Arithmetics

Got me down

 

 

 

Gimme The Heat

 

Words: Barman, Carlens, Ward, music: Barman

Time : 7:37

Note : Arranged by Peter Vermeersch & dEUS

 Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal, Mandolin

Klaas Janzoons: Violin

Eric Drew Feldman: Piano

Pieter Lamot: Trombone

The Smith Quartet: Violin: Ian Humphries

Violin: Charles Mutter, Viola: Nic Pendlebury

Cello: Deidre Cooper

 

Someone could say: "I don't belong here"

No one could say: "Isn't it all clear?"

I'm blowing a phrase out in the open

Out on the Street, just gimme the heat

 

I'll suck the flame to me

I'll suck it in, I'm o.k. I should be

 

You cut me deep, you know how to do it

my motives are cheap, you know how I do it

so when do we go, where do we meet

I'll give you my sorrow, you'll give me the heat

 

I'll suck the flame to me

I'll suck it in

 

Some erotic feel

keeps coming on

it's so unreal

I come undone

then I look back (I find a frame already built)

when I look back (it's still waiting to be filled)

I find it had

flickered for a minute and then it was gone

 

 

Someone could say: "I don't belong here"

Every night, every day, just gimme the heat

 

 

Some erotic feel

Keeps coming on

It's so unreal

I come undone

Some shady deal

Despite the black

the light gets in

through every crack

then I look back (I find a frame already built)

when I look back (It's still waiting to be filled)

why is it that (there's time between and no time left)

why is it not (sweeter than I ever thought)

How can it last (make it last a minute more)

How can it last (make it last a little more)

How can it last (make it last a minute more) (2 times)

How can it last (make it last a little more)

How can it last (make it last a minute more)

How can it last (make it last a little more)

How can it last (make it last a minute more) (8 times)

 

I been around the bend

I can't remember when

it's my great misery

that means a lot to me

you've been around, I know

and me I'm just too slow

I'm craving more and more (3 times)

Gimme, gimme the heat

 

I'm craving more and more (6 times)

Gimme, gimme the heat (2 times)

 

How can it last

 

 

 

Serpentine

 

Words & music: Barman

Time: 3:16

 Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums, Bells

Craig Ward: Guitar, vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Violin

Eric Drew Feldman: Piano

 

 

I'm caught in the flow of things

My memory's a broken machine

This is how my day begins

This is just one day unseen

 

Let's do it serpentine, any time

Let's do it right here

Let's do it serpentine, I don't mind

Let's do it right here

 

 

Is it bad that you're good for me

Did I love you just randomly?

I'm caught in the flow of sound

And you're just some melody

 

Let's do it serpentine, any time

Let's do it right here

Let's do it serpentine, I don't mind

Let's do it right here

 

There's a cute little litany

Put it on my shoulder

Eight o'clock and we agree

It makes me look much older

 

one-two in fire (2 times)

 

Got my clockworks company

I got my dark green trenchcoat on

I'm sure it will always be

Someone staying and someone gone

 

 

Let's do it serpentine, any time

Let's do it right here

Let's do it serpentine, I don't mind

Let's do it right here

 

 

 

A Shocking Lack Thereof

 

Words: Ward, Carlens, Barman, music: Janzoons

Time : 5:51

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass, Double bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar, synthesizer

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Low tuned violin, synthesizer

 

 

That's right I aim to please

That's right I aim to please

I'm acting like some kind of Victorian serf child

I have considered the possibility of trading fluids

On the platform of the underground station

But I have watched and I have seen

And I have counted all the passers-by

You see, me and my friend here we have been engaged

In a search for some months now

For hotels and highlights, experienced midwives

For money to turn into medicine

And what do we find? (3 times)

A shocking lack thereof, But wait

 

(Wear your moonboots, 'cause they suit you)

And move like Elvis Presley on the booze.

Believe that you have everything to lose

That's right I aim to please

That's right I aim to please

Pay a visit to the nurse to have your head deloused

Talk for hours about the politics of Mickey Mouse

You know how it is

Nighttimes, gotta get out the house

 

My life is for pleasure, a wiggle in flesh

I'm soaked and in malice, I'm all in distress

And as I was promised my life is for rage

My guide is a drunk and a female bouquet

I realize what they were talking about, for a change

My life's been mistaken for garbage and gold

My life is in private, I gotta move on 'till I'm old

 

That's right I aim to please

'till I'm gone

 

 

 

Supermarketsong

 

Words: Barman, Carlens, music: Carlens, Trouvé

Time : 1:56

Note : Dana Colley appears courtesy of Morphine

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal

Jules De Borgher: Drums, Percussion

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Violin, Piano

Rudy Trouvé: Guitar, Ukulele

Eric Drew Feldman: Percussion, Piano

Dana Colley: Saxophones

 

 

Well good evening to all my friends

 

I think it goes to show that the more you get, the more you got, the more

you want some more

 

Cause it's supersexy, supercool, the way they walk the avenue

But it's a sadder day than yesterday so it kinda makes 'em superblue

Spastic Sam and Eric Drew make supermarkets superflue

But they're just on time for the rendez-vous

 

I know it goes to show that the more you get, the more you got, the more

you want some more

 

Some people go out and buy stuff they see in windows

I don't need no ring, no car, no watch

baby I got all I need

 

I know it goes to show that the more you get, the more you got, the more

you want some more

 

Some people go out and buy stuff they've seen in books

I don't need no leather jacket baby, I'm warm

when I'm with you

 

 

 

Memory Of A Festival

 

Words & music: Barman

Time : 1:51

 Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass, Claps

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar, Claps

Jules De Borgher: Drums, Claps

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal, Claps

Klaas Janzoons: Vocal, Beatbox, Claps

Vincienne: Claps

Jim Brumby: Claps

 

Do you remember the festival

We took those drugs I never thought

I'd get into that pumpin' stuff

A thousand eyes won't recognize us

 

'Cause I know you and you know me

that's all you need and all I think of

I know this ain't nothing very deep but it's good fun

So don't run into the crowd

 

We got on there way too soon

Cause it takes some time to get the picture

6 to 60 camera zoom oh my god I hate this mixture

of all those crazy crazy tunes

that keep on buzzin' in my head now

 

I know this ain't nothing very deep but it's good fun

So don't run into the crowd

 

Pa Pa Pa Pa - Pa Pa Pa Pa |

Don't run into the crowd |(2 times)

 

Do you remember the festival

in 94 with 90 fuckups

Don't wanna meet all of your friends, the ones you like

the ones you'd lock up

 

'Cause you're out there in the atmosphere

It makes me sick just to think about it

I know this ain't nothing very deep

But it's good fun so don't run into the crowd!!

 

Pa Pa Pa Pa - Pa Pa Pa Pa |

Don't run into the crowd |(4 times)

 

 

 

Guilty Pleasures

 

Lyrics: Carlens, Ward, Barman, music: dEUS

Time : 4:22

Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar,

Acoustic Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal, Ukelele

Klaas Janzoons: Violin, Vocal

Jim Brumby: Rate and Depth

 

 

 

That's a really nice sound

That's a nice sound !

That's what I call "a nice sound" !!

 

Wanting, missing, having, letting, knowing,

forgetting, showing, climbing, falling, sucking,

breathing, eyeing, loosing, missing,

You make me feel

Happy, clumsy, angry, rash, cripple, silly, little

smaller, taller, witty, hasty, sexy, weary, ugly

You make me feel

In there, neither, someone, several, all round,

on time, more off, instant, more like, therefore,

pinned on, hardly, in there, often,

You make me feel

Envy, fucking, wasting, sighing, coping, bragging,

coughing, dying, laughing, plastifying and crying

You make me feel

 

My sister

Got nowhere to hide

I missed her

But deep down inside

We drive

Keep our hands on the wheel

We drive

You know how it feels

 

In my dream, on my back, on those pills, make it till,

By the sea

You make me feel

On my left, by my side, on your lap, heavy foot,

hurt and heal

You make me feel

Blinded by, ready for, always yours, cardiac,

filthy, guilty pleasure

You make me feel

 

My sister

Got nowhere to hide

I missed her

But deep down inside

We drive

Keep your hands on the wheel

We drive

You know how it feels

 

 

My sister

 

 

 

Nine Threads

 

Words & music: Ward

Time: 3:32

Note: Bart Maris appears courtesy of X-Legged Sally

Stef Kamil Carlens: Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Low Tuned Violin,

Piano

Bart Maris: Trumpet

Eric Drew Feldman: Piano

  

Stone go slow,

Find the right moment to stop the show

The nighttime gets weary of implications afterglow.

Thinking: "Easy come, easy go"

You got here too late, it's often so.

 

 

I guess that's why

I hope I get old before I die

Admit it turned out okay for someone who didn't try.

Thinking it's time to get a hold

You got here too late, it's always so.

 

It's always so |

So. |(3 times)

 

 

 

Disappointed In The Sun

 

Words: Barman, music: Barman, Jorens

Time : 6:03

Note : Arranged by Piet Jorens & dEUS

 Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Acoustic

Guitar, Vocal

Piet Jorens: Piano, Gong

 

Who could tell the story better

About the things that I went through

Some were great but most were terrifying

and so spooky too

 

Had to get out of there, to hide away

Had to get out of there, to find my way

I troubled everything too soon

Now where I want to be is...

Where I want to be is...

 

Need I say my only wish was

To escape my earthly life

High skies were no option whereas

Diving deep in oceans wide

 

Was the way for me, to hide away

A possibility, to leave today

I troubled everything too soon

Now where I want to be is... where I want to be is...

Where I want to be is...

 

Under the sea, is where I'll be

No talking 'bout the rain no more

I wonder what thunder will mean, when only in my dream

the lightning comes before the roar

 

Circumstantial situations, now I know what people meant

Beware of the implications, God I've had enough of them

 

Decided to be brave and find a way

Just picking out a wave and slide away

I troubled everything too soon

Now where I want to be is...

Where I want to be is...

 

 

Maybe taking it another hour then taking away the pain (3 times)

I troubled everything too soon now where I want to be is...

Then taking away the pain

Then taking away the pain

Where I want to be is...

Then taking away the pain

Where I want to be is...

 

Under the sea, is where I'll be

No talking 'bout the rain no more

I wonder what thunder will mean (thunder), when only in my dream

The lightning comes before the roar

Under the sea, down here with me I find I'm not the only one

Who ponders what life would mean (I wonder) if we hadn't been

So disappointed in the sun

 

And that's why we're thinking, |

that's why we're drinking in a bar under the sea |(2 times)

 

 

 

Roses

 

Words: Barman, Carlens, music: Barman

Time : 4:52

Note : Album version

 Stef Kamil Carlens: Vocal, Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Guitar, Vocal

Klaas Janzoons: Violin

Rudy Trouvé: Guitar

 

 

Rose said quote it's time to make a mess

Time won't be soon mine in time I guess

She's painting on my back a beautiful flowerpot

And she treats me she treats me she treats me like her local god

 

Rose said quote it's time to make a mess

This one's yours and yours is self obsessed

She's painting on my back a green tom, the Beefheart one

And she cuddles and she coos and she cuts the bullshit I confessed

 

She said: "Don't look my way

What can I possibly say

I've never seen you before today

I'm just the one that makes you think of the one

that makes you feel like you're the one."

 

But thank you for the roses for the roses

So thank you for the roses for the roses

Thank you for the roses for the roses (2 times)

 

Rose said quote it's time to make a mess

remind me what it is that I do best

She's painting on my back some beautiful something sweet

And she treats me, she treats me, she beats me

 

Rose said quote my time has come at last

Ugly things through my mind they have passed

She's scratching on my back 'if this boy believes me'

She leaves me, deceives me and takes those flowers just to

please me...

 

Rose don't mind where she been

She been blind

She been mine

all this time

She been kind

She been blind

She says: "Thank you for the roses for the roses."

 

Just to thank you for the roses for the roses (5 times)

 

Just to thank you...

 

 

 

Wake Me Up Before I Sleep

 

Words & music: Barman

Time: 2:53

 Stef Kamil Carlens: Bass

Tom Barman: Vocal, Guitar

Jules De Borgher: Drums

Craig Ward: Slide Guitar

 

Wake me up before I sleep and I'll promise that I'll concentrate

On only the last frame

Cover only one sound

Some kinda sweet, weird kinda strange around me

 

Wake me up before I sleep can't you see too many colours here,

colours there

colours everywhere

cover only one ground

the blackest of blacks I don't want to surround me

 

There's nothing I can say, that isn't gonna be

there's nothing I can do, that isn't gonna be a mistake

 

Wake me up before I sleep now, I haven't had an inch of what I thought I got

from this awful high

cover me in one dye

just lie here with me we'll let the train go by

 

There's nothing I can say, that isn't gonna be

There's nothing in my way, I know it's gonna be a mistake

 

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