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FREAK KITCHEN LYRICS
"Junk Tooth" (1999 Demo)
1. Damage '95
2. Damage '97
3. Dig Me Out
4. Middle Class Panic
5. Come Before You Leave
6. Forgive me, I'm Swedish
7. Now You Know
8. I'm Not Going
9. The Monster Hit
10. Probably Not
11. The Man Who Taught His Asshole To Play The Flute
12. The Special Profession
13. Happening Henry
1. Damage '95
(Eklundh)
You don´t get it, do you? Well, let me explain
If this shit continues, it´ll drive me insane
There´s no way I can take it, I´m lower than low
My fucking pride is killing me but I can´t let it go
You see, I don´t know who I am, and neither do I
Could you spare me some tears ´cos I forgot how to cry
Used to think I was so stable but as I speak
I´m peacefully neurotic 28 days a week
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage to defend myself
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage, damage, damage to protect myself…
The walls are coming closer where I lay in my bed
I really hope this is a joke or I´m better off dead
I´m stepping into corridors where I´ve never been
I wish there was some anti-dote, some kind of vacine
Wonder how I ever let it go this far
I see 67 strings on my electric guitar
Used to think I was so stable but as I speak
I´m peacefully neurotic 28 days a week
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage to defend myself
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage, damage, damage to protect myself…
I´m slippin´ and I´m slidin´ trying to find my way home
It sure as hell ain´t here, neither in Bangkok nor Rome
It used to be my head but now my head is on the run
Wonder what my hands are trying to do with this gun?
2. Damage '97
(Eklundh)
You don´t get it, do you? Well, let me explain
If this shit continues, it´ll drive me insane
There´s no way I can take it, I´m lower than low
My fucking pride is killing me but I can´t let it go
You see, I don´t know who I am, and neither do I
Could you spare me some tears ´cos I forgot how to cry
Used to think I was so stable but as I speak
I´m peacefully neurotic 28 days a week
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage to defend myself
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage, damage, damage to protect myself…
The walls are coming closer where I lay in my bed
I really hope this is a joke or I´m better off dead
I´m stepping into corridors where I´ve never been
I wish there was some anti-dote, some kind of vacine
Wonder how I ever let it go this far
I see 67 strings on my electric guitar
Used to think I was so stable but as I speak
I´m peacefully neurotic 28 days a week
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage to defend myself
I´m gonna cause some damage to protect myself
Gonna cause some damage, damage, damage to protect myself…
I´m slippin´ and I´m slidin´ trying to find my way home
It sure as hell ain´t here, neither in Bangkok nor Rome
It used to be my head but now my head is on the run
Wonder what my hands are trying to do with this gun?
3. Dig Me Out
(Eklundh)
Been in this hole far too long
I can´t figure out what went wrong
Whiskey and blood is all I smell
I´m on a holiday in hell
Won´t somebody dig me out
Need someone to dig me out
4. Middle Class Panic
(Eklundh)
Bending over for the social whip
Polish the facade in my pseudo relationship
Did I forget to pay for the gas?
Built my entire life on kissing ass
Oh Jesus, how the lawn has grown
We don´t want any damn refugees here, got problems of our own
Our neighbourhood has to be "pure"
Would you like to live next door to some walking ordure?
Am I being successful enough for you, Dad?
Can´t take it anymore…
Promise to fullfill the dreams that you´ve had
Can´t take it anymore…
Busting my ass ´til it´s making me sick
Can´t take it anymore…
Middle class panic, middle class panic
Working like a slave to belong
Waxing our new Volvo all weekend long
The kids fight about their Baywatch pants
And Mrs Middle Class wants new breast implants
Be a good Nazi and do as I say
Can´t take it anymore…
Big Daddy is watching, you can´t get away
Can´t take it anymore…
Unburden my mind to a local whore
Can´t take it anymore…
Die of a heart attack at 34
Microwave owens and cabel-tv
Can´t take it anymore…
Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee
Can´t take it anymore…
Rikki or Ophra or some sleazy soap?
Can´t take it anymore…
Cover up my teen ager´s interest in dope
Can´t take it anymore…
My neighboor is messing around with my wife
A delicate little twist…
While I´m being fucked by suburban life
I solve it with my fist…
But, gee, deep inside I love this mess
The Bold and Beautiful…
And after all, our barbecue-party was a huge success
Wallow around in bull…
5. Come Before You Leave
(Eklundh)
She had her personal things
In a plastic bag
Her mother´s wedding ring
And a poem on a tag
She made me jealous
When she told me about her past
I kept my big mouth shut
´Cos I wanted it to last
We watched some stupid film
With Keanu Reeves
Her shirt was really tight
And she fumbled with her sleeves
Then something happened
Or was it something in my drink?
I got real dizzy
And she told me not to think
Come, come, come
Come before you leave
Come, come, come
Come before you leave
She put a record on
The neighboors started to complain
My blood frooze over
It was "Life in the Fast Lane"
I couldn´t move
But she just didn´t seem to care
She laughed and quoted:
"I am your worst nightmare"
And as I layed there
Victim of an Eagles-fan
It wouldn´t surprise me
If she was head of Ku Klux Klan
I remember her mouth say
"I am programmed to recieve
Baby, you can check out any time you like
But won´t you come before you leave..."
Come, come, come
Come before you leave
Come, come, come
Come before you leave
6. Forgive me, I'm Swedish
(Eklundh)
Describe me in two words? Com-Plex…
Furious as a lamb, sensitive as a T-rex
I am part Volvo, I am part pornography
I am part Ingmar Bergman; a black and white misery
I am Pippi Longstocking and fermented Baltic herring smell
I am absolute Vodka, I am a Viking straight from hell
I am part a minor, part a major chord
I am one huge ambivalent smorgasbord
But I would never ever let you know who I really am…
Unless I get drunk!
I don´t wanna argue, I´ll do anything you say
I don´t wanna argue, I´ll pay! I´ll pay!
Out to lunch? Forgive me, I am Swedish
I don´t wanna argue and I don´t want to be rude
But I demand the right to go swimming in the nude
Out to lunch? Forgive me, I am Swedish
I am part Abba, Bjorn Borg and Ace of Base
I am part hooligan with a blue and yellow face
I make the finest arms, still I´m a sitting duck
I´m a two week vacation at the Canary Islands
Where I can be a schmuck!
But I would never ever let you know who I really am
Unless I get drunk!
Fuck me, you won´t do what I tell you!
Fuck me, you won´t do what I tell you!
Fuck me, you won´t do what I tell you!
Fuck me, you won´t do what I tell you!
7. Now You Know
(Eklundh)
If there is a point here, son
Then I would like to know
The way you look just isn´t cool
I can not let you go
Dressed up in a home made, blood stained
Nazi uniform
The boy went out and set a cat on fire
"This will keep you warm"
Ay, ay, ay, ayaoh
Now you know
Ay, ay, ay, ayaoh
Now you know
Now he is a senator
A mighty, modern drover
He kills a cat once in a while
When he´s not bending over
Ay, ay, ay, ayaoh
Now you know
Ay, ay, ay, ayaoh
Now you know
How it hurts
It hurst so bad
The times he bent
But he won´t stop
He´ll never stop
Until he is President
8. I'm Not Going
(Eklundh)
(The lyrics are pure bullocks and have no point whatsoever. There are even some meaningless Swedish words and sentences thrown in here and there. Ia simply didn´t have anything written down except for the chorus which goes like:)
"Hey, better be on your way
I´m not going"
9. The Monster Hit
(Eklundh)
My fingers itch and so does my mind
I sit here with my guitar about to write music of some kind
The latest weeks of pasta has turned my belly into a balloon
And the lack of toilet-paper has made me look like a baboon
Maybe I should try to write a Mc Donald´s-kind-of-song
Real easy to chew for everybody from Oslo to Hong Kong
The bills have to be paid and the dogs have to be fed
I dig and I dig for a profitable hookline in my head…
But when we think we got it
Our million dollar hit
We throw the chords around a bit
And no one understands it
It´s kinda hard to admit
Our expected monster hit
Has turned into a pile of shit
And no one understands it
No one understands it…
10. Probably Not
(Eklundh)
I don´t think I like it
I don´t wanna see it
You tell me it´s safe
But you can´t guarantee it
I don´t wanna taste it
I don´t wanna smell it
I don´t wanna buy it
I don´t wanna sell it
I don´t wanna read it
I don´t wanna learn it
Borrow me a book
And I just won´t return it
I don´t wanna kiss it
I don´t want to suck it
I don´t wanna eat it
I don´t wanna fuck it
Maybe I´ll just kill it
Don´t let me come near it
I don´t wanna know it
I don´t want to hear it
I don´t wanna tie it
I don´t want to wear it
Sure you want a piece
But I don´t want to share it
You´re probably an asshole
You are probably a jerk
You´ll probably harass me
When I probably work
You´re probably infectious
And you probably lie
I´ll probably get sick
And then I probably die
There is nothing left for you
´Cos I just ate it
I don´t want to love it
I don´t want to hate it
I don´t want to swim
But I don´t to sink
Hey, I don´t want this food
I don´t want this drink
You´re probably an asshole
You are probably a jerk
You´ll probably harass me
When I probably work
You´re probably infectious
And you probably lie
I´ll probably get sick
And then I probably die
11. The Man Who Taught His Asshole To Play The Flute
(Eklundh)
Not being the slightest aware of the novel Naked Lunch
And "The man who taught his asshole to talk"
No Joakim didn´t have a hunch
But nevertheless, there´s a parallel
Even though a quite bizarre one
You might want to know what a regular person
Would hesitate to call fun
Well, if you find yourself at Joakim´s place
Standing by the kitchen sink
You´re about to pick up a glass from the dishes
To have whatever kind of drink
And if there´s a flute with a green embouchure
Lying there looking innocent
Depending on whether you had that drink
Should I tell you where that flute went?
He´s the man who taught his asshole to play the flute
He´s the man who taught his asshole to play the flute
He´s the man who taught his asshole to play the flute
He´s the man who taught his asshole to play the flute
12. The Special Profession
(Eklundh)
I travel incognito all around
Got a special profession, the world is my playground
So what do you for a living? I can hear you ask
Well, I just couldn´t tell you, it´s a secret task
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
No, it doesn´t matter, got to go away
Hate to disappoint you, but I just can´t stay
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
Don´t wanna get too personal, it´s just not my style
Have to be on the edge and always be mobile
But I admit I have prediliction for skyscrapers
And in my rare leisure hours I collect newpapers
But, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
No, it doesn´t matter, got to go away
Hate to disappoint you, but I just can´t stay
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
You don´t have to worry, I´ll always be no one to you
Somebody stole my blanket and my papers too
I´ve got a steady pnemonia and an infected eye
Spend my days watching you driving by
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
No, it doesn´t matter, got to go away
Hate to disappoint you, but I just can´t stay
So, it doesn´t matter what you do or say
13. Happening Henry
(Eklundh)
I dyed my hair all black today
At my hair-dresser who's slightly gay
My black friend Niels dyed his hair white
And now they call us the walking chess-board
Me and Niels know all about fame
V.I.P is my middle name
I snap my fingers and voila
The party's on, the boredom's cured
Hey, my name is Happening Henry
Hey, Happening Henry
You're looking kinda lost, baby
Well, I suggest you bet on me
I'll take you to Nirvana
I'm a rare specimen and I'm hetero
Still, the night club life I live
You have to think progressive
Being straight ain't hip no more
I got to find someone to blow
Hey, my name is Happening Henry
Hey, Happening Henry
My mouth feels like an ashtray
Darn, darn, darn, it's Monday
And I'm exceptionally late for work
But there's a person lying next to me
I wonder, did we have a ball?
I remember exactly nothing at all
But it must have been extravagant
'Cos I blew my next month's salary
Niels, what you're doing in my bed?
Niels, what you're doing in my bed?
Niels, what you're doing in my bed?
Niels, what you're doing in my bed?
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