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Maybe today´s the day | Perhaps today's the day |
When I´m telling myself: | When to myself I'll say |
Come to work. | Come to work |
I´ve considered everything carefully. | After due consideration |
I could call it my project, | Of it's proper designation |
(but) I call it work. | I call it work |
I´m my own boss with that | I'm entirely self-employed |
and I won´t be phased and | And I will not to be annoyed |
when I´m off to the park in a sec | In a minute in the park |
with all the hustle and bustle out there and I´m standing there amidst the passers-by | By all the people and the noise |
I won´t let get all the stuff that´s going on | I won't let anything in the world |
Get on my nerves, by nothing – | Get on my mind or on my nerves |
and that is work. | And that's work |
I hold my nose into the air | I hold my nose up in the air |
And sense the sweet scent of barbeques | Smell the sweet barbecues out there |
And that already is work | And that's work |
Lay myself (down) on a bench backwards | Backwards on a bench I'll lie |
And watch along the blue sky | And watch the big blue sky go by |
And this (too) is work. | And that's work |
I want to see the dogs who are pulling the people | The dogs are walking people |
bark silently (voicelessly) | Bark their orders voicelessly |
but I look away and don´t listen a | But I don't look or listen even though |
lthough they´re sniffing up to me. | They're here sniffing at me |
here in the womb of warmness and light | Here in the womb of warmth and light |
I´m trying to think of nothing – | I'm trying to keep my mind quiet |
and that is work! | And that's work |
I felt a little itch | Well I feel a little itch |
In my neck but I didn´t move | In my neck, but I don't twitch |
And that is work. | And that's work |
A bird crapped down from a tree | A bird is dropping me a gift |
I pressed my lips, I didn´t twitch | And all I do is purse my lips |
And that is work. | And that's work |
The good friend that just wanted to | A good friend who's out for a walk |
have a quick chat at my bench in the park | See's me and comes by for a talk |
with somebody (whom) she just recognized | All she wants is a quick chat |
and called by my name – | So she sits down where I am sat |
I pretend she´d not exist (she wasn´t there) | But I pretend she don't exist |
And her friendliness fulminates (evaporates) | And soon nor does her friendship |
And that´s work. | And that's work |
I´m a boat of peace in the Arctic Sea of wars | In a sea of war I'm a boat of peace |
The positive pole in the magnetic field. | The positive pole in a magnetic field |
Laying here, I´m a monument – well, actually I´m a (fire) signal | I'm a monument, no I'm a signal fire |
I send silence out over the world | And the message I'm sending is silence |
Keeping silent and enwrap | Keeping silent, wrapped up, and maybe |
That’s, maybe, what´s missing the most… | Maybe what we're all missing the most is... |
Hey, you stupid brats, watch out with your ice cream | Oi! Bloody kids, mind your icecream |
It´s dropping on me. | You've dropped it all over me |
Don´t you see what I´m doing here? | I'm trying to work here! |
In the waves of warmth and light | In the waves of warmth and light |
I am trying to think of nothing | I'm trying to keep my mind quiet |
And that is work. | And that's work |
I had drifted of a little (in my dreams) | In my dreams I'd drifted off |
And thus missed the arrival | And I'd missed the arrival of |
of the gentlemen from T.V.. | The television |
Now they´re standing around me hectically. | They cluster round me in a crowd |
Am man with a mic, (who´s) never silent | They're frantic, flustered and too loud |
Is shouting: “We´ll see | They're on a mission |
How this dosser on the bench (here) | The presenter says "We'll see |
Bulky on the outside, blank on the inside | If this dosser holds the key |
Will, together with me, | Though his appearance is absurd |
Hold the mirror up to the world with his silence” | His silence might speak to the world |
And with that he hands me a glass | The point the camera in my face |
I say: Mr. Schlingensief – | So that they can hear me say |
I´d love you to be silent.” | "Can't you be quiet?" |
I keep my nose (up) in the air | I keep my nose held in the air |
The ear will forget what is shouted | And I'll forget the words they swear |
And that is work. | And that's work |
The sun is dancing yellow dots | The dots of sunshine dance around |
Until you can´t count them anymore – | Until there's too many to count |
The (just) reward for work. | My reward for work |
Arms and legs are (feeling) light | Arms and legs are feeling light |
Maybe one (more) thing reaches you | One more sound comes from outside |
On that beautiful spring day: | On this beautiful spring day |
Someone saying: “Move a little” – | "Udge up a bit", someone says |
And later, on the lane of the light (prob. meaning the route the sun is taking) | And later as the sun moves on |
Something like: “Just keep on (dozing), I doesn´t matter. | They say "It doesn't matter, carry on" |
Keep at (your) work | "Keep at your work" |
Sweet work. | Sweet work. |
Sweet nothing. | Sweet nothing. |
Slowly And Surely Drawing Our Plans
And so it went on and on and on... the album got sent out to various Heavy Metal and Corporate Indie blogs and websites, so what few reviews they DID get for us were slagging it off. The reports they sent looked good - until i asked them NOT to include the stuff that I'D done, after which they became appalling. When I complained I got no response... until I spoke to the Director, after which they bought in A Top PR Guy and did a month's extra work. This achieved precisely NOTHING.We were promised a couple of Lifestyle Features in proper newspapers and loads of reviews in the mainstream press. We GOT a cheesy article in The Weekly News and ONE review in the mainstream press. Amazingly, I'd arranged for this review MYSELF, only to have the PR agency almost BLOW IT, until I stepped in!
We were promised support for our album tour, including local newspaper reviews, interviews, and articles leading up to gigs. We got ONE feature in a Sheffield paper, on the day of the actual gig.
We were promised thinking "outside the box" to develop "innovative strategies". We GOT one suggestion, the day before we set off on tour: that I stand in the centre of the cities concerned and tell people jokes for an hour, to make them "be happy". When this was suggested it me I came as close as I ever have to throwing a telephone at a wall!!
We were promised regular contact and reaction to all events. We'd often go a fortnight without hearing anything and, when we got the 6Music Album Of The Day (due to my mailouts to radio...) they did nothing about it until about a week afterwards, when they sent out a spam mail.
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