Lyrics

Ashtray

by Electric Factory

Unreleased track

Your cigarette,
my ashtray
and a single wisp of smoke
that rises up in the air
like a song.
Long
after you have gone,
I still taste tobacco on my lips,
the embers of our kiss,
a kiss that burns forever.

Two glasses on the table
and some wine left in the bottle.
Last night, we gave up halfway through
for other pleasures
just as sweet.
We left the same CD
playing all night
on repeat.

Your cigarette,
my ashtray
and a single wisp of smoke
that rises up in the air
like a song.

*

The Beauty Of Your Face

by Rivkah

Appears on the album Shara

The beauty of your face
is in the lines; it's in the lines
my gentle fingers like to trace
in tiny circles round your eyes.

The beauty of your face
is in the corner of your mouth,
to which my lips, they know the way,
and where they tease one more kiss out.

The beauty of our kiss
is when we've tasted it before
and the real beauty of your face
would be to let me watch it growing old.

*

Cactus

by NADJ

Appears on the album Lasse Vegas

I'm dry.
I'm parched.
I'm a desert,
scorched and scarred;
a cactus
down to its last drop of rain.
I'm waiting
for the storm clouds of our love
to shower me
with life-giving water.

Somehow,
for now,
it doesn't look like rain.
Somehow,
for now,
it doesn't look like rain.

A rented car.
A radio; you turn the dial.
A woman singing.
Un Amor Perdido.

A dusty road,
this highway that we've set out on,
and I'm not sure
that we know where it leads to.

And yet
I think
I felt a drop of rain.
And yet
I think
I felt a drop of rain...

Yes,
I think
I felt a drop of rain.
Yes,
I think
I felt a drop of rain...

*

Catalan Girl

by The Koobiacs

Appears on the album The Koobiacs

Someone asked, "Com et dius?"
You were there when I turned around,
wearing those skinny jeans
ripped and torn at the knees.
You asked me again: "So, what's your name?"
I told you and then we danced.

I was on holiday, a week away from real life.
I'd been out every night and come home on my own.
I came home with the dawn.
You caught up with me beside the door.
You said I was a goddamn jerk!

You said I'd left without a word.
I gave a shrug.
For me, it was just a night.
For me, the kiss we shared
stayed hanging in the air.

Hey baby, yeah, why make a fuss?
I'm sorry to say, that's all there was.

Why would you keep clinging to
the fantasy I'd stay with you?
Baby don't make a fuss.
I'm sorry, hey, but that's all there was.

You said I'd left without a word.
I gave a shrug.
For me, it was just a night.
For me, the kiss we shared
staying hanging in the air.

Why would you keep clinging to
the fantasy I'd stay with you?
Baby don't make a fuss.
I'm sorry, hey, but that's all there was.

Nanananana!

*

Crayon

by eliotE & the Ritournelles

Appears on the album eliotE & the Ritournelles

I'm a crayon.
You're a piece of chalk.
I'm a spoon.
You're a knife and fork.
I'm a guitar.
You're a tambourine.
I'm a peach.
You're a nectarine.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm a bottle.
You're a glass of wine.
I'm the night.
You're the stars that shine.
You're the stars.

I'm a flower.
You're a hummingbird.
I'm a song.
You're the written word.
I'm the rooftops.
You're the sky above.
We're a kiss.
We are making love,
making love.

I'm a bottle.
You're a glass of wine.
I'm the night.
You're the stars that shine.
You're the stars.

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Dirty Fingernails

by OrangeColumbo

Unreleased track

I'm looking at the old man's
dirty fingernails;
yellow, like the coward
I have always been.

Working all your life
sure leaves traces
- not just on your hands,
in other places,
other places.

I'm looking at the old man's
dirty fingernails.
They're yellow, like the coward
I have always been.

A father and a son.
A sea of silence.
Smoke instead of words.
The pride we feel,
we both hide it.

I'm looking at the old man's
dirty fingernails.
They're yellow, like the coward
I, I have always been.

A father and a son.
A sea of silence.
Smoke instead of words.
The pride we feel,
we both hide it.
We both hide it
and hide behind it.

*

A Drunken Text

by OK

Appears on the album Shards

Nothing beats
a drunken text
for raw, emotive
hopelessness:
badly spelled,
but keenly felt.

"Here I am in Barcelona
and,
I guess, I,
I miss you."

Nothing beats
a drunken text
for raw, emotive
hopelessness:
badly spelled,
but keenly felt.

Nothing beats
a drunken text
for raw, emotive
hopelessness:
badly spelled,
but keenly felt.

*

Flirting With The Camera

by General Bye Bye

Written and recorded especially for the photographer Gilles-Marie Zimmerman as a 'reward' for his contribution via Kiss Kiss Bank Bank to the band's 2011 US tour

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

You said
I was prowling
around like a cat
ready to pounce
on some unsuspecting mouse.

The way
you said it,
with a dirty laugh,
made me think you may
be the one who's seen your prey.

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

You said
I was prowling
around like a cat
ready to pounce
on some unsuspecting mouse.

The way
you said it,
with a dirty laugh,
made me think you may
be the one who's seen your prey.

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

The way
you smiled
for my photograph
made me think I could
turn this into something good.

The way
you smiled
for my photograph
made me think I could
turn this into something good.

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

You're flirting with the camera.
I can see you.
I can see
if you're flirting with my camera,
you're flirting with me.

You're flirting with the camera,
flirting with the camera...

*

Floppy Fringe

by eliotE & the Ritournelles

Unreleased track

"I saw you in a bookstore.
I liked your floppy fringe."
I scribble in a notebook,
grab my thoughts from the wind.
Some day I might make sense of them.
Some day I might make sense of them.

You mentioned that my stories
hint instead of tell.
I showed you a photograph,
a tumbledown hotel.
You read me "The Red Wheelbarrow".
You read me "The Red Wheelbarrow".

The radiator gurgles.
There's music in the pipes.
I wish that it was all that
kept me up for half the night.
Sometimes I'd rather read than write.
Sometimes I'd rather read than write.

*

A Harsh Terrain

by Chateau Nowhere

Appears on the EP Trying To Change The Mind of America

His rugged face,
a landscape marked by time,
was a harsh terrain
where all gentle thoughts go to die.

The East Texas hills
are a wild place to get lost in.
You took me there in a truck once
and I thought about staying.

Her gnarled hands,
a landscape marked by time,
were a harsh terrain
where no sweet caress could hide.

The East Texas hills
are a wild place to get lost in.
You took me there in a truck once
and I thought about staying.

I've been working out in the yard,
raking up the leaves.
I like to think of your skin turning rough
like the bark of that tree.
It's a question
of time, of time, of time...

Your pale blue eyes,
a landscape marked by time,
are a harsh terrain
where I'd happily lay down and die.

The East Texas hills
are a wild place to get lost in.
You took me there in a truck once
and I thought about staying.

I've been working out in the yard,
raking up the leaves.
I like to think of your skin turning rough
like the bark of that tree.
It's a question
of time, of time, of time...

*

Honeycomb

by eliotE & the Ritournelles

Appears on the album eliotE & the Ritournelles and the Music For Toys #2 compliation album

There's a cat
sits in the window
licking itself
languidly
in the sun,
in the sun.

There's a child
in the playground.
Looking up, she
suddenly
starts to run.
She starts to run.

I'm not that cat,
cool and haughty.
I'm not that kid,
full of fun.
I'm not my father's favourite daughter.
I'm not my mother's only son.

Toss and a coin
and see what happens.
Look out, here I come!
Why is it never easy
to eat from your honeycomb,
from your honeycomb?

*

Inch by Inch

by Sin Ross

Unreleased track

Here it comes, like a smile
in the corner of your mouth,
like a thought
you thought you would hide,
like the pictures in your room
of a daybreak through the clouds,
like the pictures in your room
of a daybreak through the clouds.

Just like this, we fall in love.
Inch by inch, we fall in love.
Just like this, we fall in love.
We fall in love.
Just like this, we fall in love.
Inch by inch, we fall in love.
Just like this, we fall in love.

We fall in love,
fall in love.

Like the pictures in your room
of the daybreak through the clouds,
here it comes, like the wind
whipping up a mighty storm,
like the rain that ends a drought
after far too long,
a flash of lightning in the sky
far brighter than the dawn.

Just like this, we fall in love.
Inch by inch, we fall in love.
Just like this, we fall in love.
We fall in love.
Just like this, we fall in love.
Inch by inch, we fall in love.
Just like this, we fall in love.

*

Jesus Freak

by NADJ

Appears on the album Lasse Vegas

In a taxi cab
heading downtown,
you took one look at the crosses
hung from the mirror
and you muttered, "Jesus Freak,
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak."

In a hotel room
in Las Vegas,
we gambled our lives away.
I never knew it was loaded
when I shot our love in the face, no.

Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.

And in the morning,
if we make it,
you will forgive
and I will forget.
But baby,
baby, you ain't seen nothing yet, no.

Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.

Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.
Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak, Jesus Freak.

And we'll be born again.

*

La Luna Plateada

by eliotE & the Ritournelles

Unreleased track

Ella es la luna
y la luna plateada,
la navaja,
se retuerce en la llaga.
Es un dedo en la llaga, en la llaga.

Ella es el humo,
es el humo el cigarro.
Con descaro,
me lo echas en la cara.
Me la echas en la cara, en la cara.

You can go to Hell
and I'll go home
and watch things burn.
You can go to Hell
and I'll go home
and watch things burn.

Ella es la sombra
por encima de la cama
donde duermo,
esa cama que es tan ancha,
fria y ancha.

Ella es la luna
y la luna plateada,
la navaja,
se retuerce en la llaga.
Es un dedo en la llaga, en la llaga.

You can go to Hell
and I'll go home
and watch things burn.
You can go to Hell
and I'll go home
and watch things burn.

*

Like Every Christmas Eve

by The Hogmanay Children

Appears on the compilation album Chantons Noel avec Olga Records

I left a beer
for Santa near
my stocking by the fire,
hoping that he
would bring to me
what my heart most desires.

Like every Christmas Eve,
I can't get off to sleep.
I wish that you were here.

There, underneath
the Christmas tree,
a present might have been
wrapped in shiny
paper and
left by someone who loves me.

Like every Christmas Eve,
I can't get off to sleep.
I wish that you were here.

My baby's gone.
Baby's gone and
he's never coming back.
My baby's gone.
I'm all alone.
Merry Christmas, and all that.

*

A Murder of Crows

by Feather Feather

Appears on the album Ten Songs

Your face
is like thunder,
a murder
of crows.
You're a stormcloud
about to explode.

I want to ask
what I did wrong.
I know to leave
well alone
and hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.

Your face
is like thunder,
a murder
of crows.
You're a stormcloud
about to explode.

I want to ask
what I did wrong.
I know to leave
well alone
and hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me, it wasn't me.

I'll leave you in the corner
with your nose in a book,
leave you there to fume
and hope it wasn't me.
I hope it wasn't me...

*

Physics and Maths

by General Bye Bye

Appears on the EP Blood On My Keyboard

I never understood long division, so
I wiped your number from my phone.

Resistance is when the current does not pass.
Distance, it equals speed times time.
Resistance, well you know all about that.
Distance is growing further all the time.
Resistance, well you know all about that.
Distance is growing further all the time.

I never understood your decision, nor
how we could be together and alone.

Resistance is when the current does not pass.
Distance, it equals speed times time.
Resistance, well you know all about that.
Distance is growing further all the time.
Resistance, well you know all about that.
Distance is growing further all the time.

I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.

I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.

I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.

I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.

*

Pull The Stars Down

by OrangeColumbo

Appears on the album Carved In Granite

I'm torn in two,
all shades and hues;
a maudlin drunk,
a man on...

I'm torn in two,
all shades and hues;
a maudlin drunk,
a man on fire.
I can't resist.
I kiss your kips.
I'm mesmerised
by your blue eyes.

I'm torn in two,
all shades and hues.
I'm ripped apart
by this desire.
You're like a match
that holds my gaze
and I'm a house
that's up in flames.

I wanna find a place
with no-one else around
where we can pull the stars down.

I'm torn in two,
all shades and hues;
a maudlin drunk,
a man on fire.
I can't resist.
I kiss your lips.
I'm mesmerised
by your blue eyes.

I wanna find a place
with no-one else around
where we can pull the stars down.

I wanna find a place
with no-one else around
where we can pull the stars down.

*

Rocketlauncher

by Feather Feather

Appears on the album Ten Songs

With a smile like a rocketlauncher
you blew me to smithereens.
I tried to put the pieces back together
but nothing is the way it used to be.

If my life is like a kind of jigsaw,
I may have lost some bits beneath your bed.
It doesn't mean I can't see the big picture,
but the devil's in the details, as you said.

See if you can guess just what I mean.
See if you can guess just what I mean.

With a smile like a rocketlauncher
you blew me to smithereens.
I tried to put the pieces back together
but nothing is the way it used to be.

See if you can guess just what I mean.
See if you can guess just what I mean.

*

Rules Are Made To Be Broken

Written for the Kosinus music library, which provides songs and music for use in advertising, television and films

Some rules
are made to be broken.
Some songs
are meant to be sung.
Some words,
they need to be spoken.
The rest of your life
is the best of your life
and today something new has begun.

Some lead
and some only follow.
Some dance
to a different drum.
Tonight
turns into tomorrow.
The rest of your life
is the best of your life
and today something new has begun.

*

*

Soles

by AL

Unreleased track, performed by AL in concert at Le Divan du Monde, Paris, for the launch of his album Little Souls - Big Jokes

The soles of your feet
are a good place to start
getting to know you,
so sit down, relax.
I'll take your shoes off
and start a massage.
My fingers and thumbs,
they might open, open your heart;
open your heart
like the lid of a jar.

I don't want to love you,
not in that way.
I just want to find out
what you have to say
when you decide to
let your guard down.
My fingers and thumbs,
they are teasing, teasing you out,
teasing you out
from behind a dark cloud.

I don't want to love you,
not in that way.
I just want to find out
what you have to say
when you decide to
let your guard down.
My fingers and thumbs,
they are teasing, teasing you out,
teasing you out
from behind a dark cloud.

Splitting The Atom

by Rivkah

Appears on the bonus CD of cover versions that accompanied the initial release of the album Curly Songs

You have an actor's face
that you can twist
in many different shapes
and half of what you say
I know is just
a masquerade.
I know it's just
a masquerade.

Last night, you said,
"It's time for leaving"
and then you spread
all our belongings
out upon the table
like a map of where we've been,
a souvenir or two
of what used to be you and me,
a souvenir or two
of what used to be you and me.

Splitting the atom,
breaking up our love...

*

The Whisper of the Leaves

Written for the Kosinus music library, which provides songs and music for use in advertising, television and films

The rivers of our lives
don't flow in a straight line.
Like flowers in springtime,
love blooms where the sun shines.

The whisper of the leaves
is a rhapsody in green.
Hey ho, hey ho.
The whisper of the leaves,
a love song from the trees.
Hey ho, hey ho.

The gifts that nature brings
need someone to care for them.
A cornfield in the sun.
I sit and wait 'til you come.

The whisper of the leaves
is a rhapsody in green.
Hey ho, hey ho.
The whisper of the leaves,
a love song from the trees.
Hey ho, hey ho.

The whisper of the leaves
is a rhapsody in green.
Hey ho, hey ho.
The whisper of the leaves,
a love song from the trees.
Hey ho, hey ho.