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ALBUM: Kilo (1983)

The Nits are:
Henk Hofstede Vocals, keyboards, guitar
Rob Kloet Instruments of percussion
Michiel Peters Vocals, guitar, keyboards
Robert Jan Stips Vocals, keyboards, variophone


Uploaded on the 23rd Sep 1993
by Pascal Mouret (pascal@bofix.univ-mrs.fr)


@SONG: Sketches Of Spain
(Hofstede/Stips)

The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain
The war is rolling over Spain
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
In the window near the last 'o' of the sign 'Hotel Colon'
Machine guns sweep the square for fun
The rich draw the steel curtain
The poor just lock the door
They don't want this war no more
It never never never never never stops never stops
It never never never never never stops never stops
In the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attack
A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag
The boredom and the lack of sleep
The tin cans in the mud
Red is the colour of our blood
We never never never never never stop never stop
We never never never never never stop never stop
I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt
I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter
I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt
I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter
The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain
The war is rolling over Spain
Men and women running with sticks of dynamite
Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night
They never never never never never stop never stop
They never never never never never stop never stop
I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt
I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter
I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt
I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter
Knives can cut fist can beat


@SONG: Bild Am Sonntag (As Usual)
(Peters)

Houses, tattoed by warfare
Holes in houses that once were homes
Silence, trees stand in silence
As usual, they speak of different times
Time's passing by, they know
Time's passing by
Streets are deserted
As usual, everyone stays inside
Das Bild Am Sonntag is lying
As usual, papers lie on the street
Time's passing by, I know
Time's passing by
Holes in (Houses)
Houses that once were homes


@SONG: Acres Of Tintoretto
(Hofstede)

Death in Venice and don't look now
I've seen the movies I don't know how
I lost my way in this moonlit town
Somebody whispers I'm looking down
I smell the water I smell a rat
I see the darkness and somebody said
This part of the city is not very clean
Their ugly faces in the shadows I've seen
I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto
Lost in the city of don't look now
I see the midget with a new stiletto
I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto
It's getting late I'm feeling tired
Must be the Sirocco that's in my head
Bells of the city chime in the night
This part of the city is not very clean
Their ugly faces in the shadows I've seen
I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto
Lost in the city of don't look now
I see the midget with a new stiletto
I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto
Death in Venice and don't look now
I've seen the movies I don't know how
I lost my way in this moonlit town
Somebody whispers don't look now


@SONG: Dapper Street
(Hofstede)

Give me the sombre city highroads
The clouds are framed by attic windows
Those are the words I long to hear
But when I walk I keep my tears from falling
And if you don't know where to go
You're lost in a dead end street
The houses fall down every day
But maybe someday I'll keep this house from falling
This is the street where I was living
This is the square where I was fighting
Nobody fears the ball and chain
I feel the tears my memory lane is falling
And still I don't know where to go
I'm lost in a misty town
No poetry in dead end street
They tear all the houses down
When you walk in Dapperstreet
When you live in Dapperstreet
Now it rains on broken windows
The streets are always wet
Through all the empty alleys wind blows
You're never coming back
When you live in Dapperstreet
Give me the sombre city highroads
The clouds are framed by attic windows
Those are the words I long to hear
But when I walk I keep my tears from falling
And if you don't know where to go
You're lost in a misty town
No poetry in dead end street
They tear all the houses down
When you walk in Dapperstreet
When you live in Dapperstreet
Now it rains on broken windows
The streets are always wet
Through all the empty alleys wind blows
You're never coming back
When you live in Dapperstreet
City crime one grey morning
Blissfuly happy I'm walking
City crime one grey morning
Blissfuly happy I'm walking
City crime one grey morning
Blissfuly happy I'm walking
Suddenly happy in Dapperstreet


@SONG: Memories Are New III
(Stips)

Another story's over - Memories are new
You walk alone along this lonely avenue
You thought she had a whole world to offer
You found out there is no more to discover
All you feel around is this coolness of her
You turn the key around twice - Memories are new
You do the things
You'd never thought that you would do
You never got a colder shower
Lay wide awake in lonely hours
Now you're thrown away like a fading flower
You thought she had a whole world to offer
You feel that there is no more to discover
All you feel around you is an album cover


@SONG: Your Next Tyres
(Hofstede)

All you gentlemen you save all you can
But you won't get rich
I am wide awake, you are sound asleep
You won't get me
I'm drowning in the middle of an ocean
I'm swimming in an ocean of tears
I'm drowning but I will not show emotion or fears
All you gentlemen you try the best you can
But you won't beat me
I am wide awake you are sound asleep
You won't get me
I'm drowning in the middle of an ocean
I'm swimming in an ocean of tears
I'm drowning but I will not show emotion or fears
I try to sleep in this little room that I have bought
(You have to do it on your own)
I draw the curtains and everybody knows I'm old
(You have to do it on your own)
We sleep on pillows of society
We rise in offices and work till nightfall
We keep the books of every industry
We close the factories and we don't care at all
All you gentlemen you are sound asleep
'Cos you're so tired
All you care about
All you care about
Are your next tyres
Your next tyres
Your next tyres (x12)
Your