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@ALBUM: Work (1981)

The Nits are:
Henk Hofstede Vocals, keyboards
Rob Kloet Drums
Michiel Peters Vocals, guitars
Axel Roelofs Bass, keyboards


Note : These are the lyrics as they appear on the CD booklet. If any additions or corrections are to be made, please drop a line :
Pascal Mouret (pascal@bofix.univ-mrs.fr)


@SONG: The Lodger
(Hofstede)

He likes the cold winter nights
And the dark afternoons
The lodger
When there are shadows behind
Every window and blind
The lodger
There's another murder in the news today
He kills only women always blondes they say
They hear the sound of a car
Keep the front door ajar
The lodger
He saw the sign and it said
They had breakfast and bed
The lodger
Behind the thick green curtain
Everybody's whipering


@SONG: Footprint
(Hofstede)

Scar between the shoulders
Scar on the back of his head
The sole between the shoulders
The heel on the back of his head
Mother said it looks like a footprint
And she knows it very well
Mother said it looks like a footprint
And she's hiding it very well
Dark spot on the baby
He'll never be that strong
His face upon the carpet
He's waiting for so long
So long so long so long so long
Mother said it looks like a footprint
And she knows it very well
Footsteps in the backroom
He knows there's something wrong
His face upon the carpet
He never felt so strong
So strong so strong so strong


@SONG: Hobbyland
(Peters)

My world
There's no love lost between
Me and this old great big world
That will never change
So I made my own one
In my own time true to scale
In my own house
My world
Little shops and little houses
Tiny trains that always run on time
Little men and little ladies
Everyone there is a friend of mine
My world
In my own time
In my own house


@SONG: Empty Room
(Hofstede)

I opened the window
You opened the door
This room needs some air
This room needs a new broom
Sun in an empty room
Sun in an empty room on the wall
I looked through the window
And you walked through the door
This room needs some air
This room needs a clean floor
Sun in an empty room
Sunlight in empty room


@SONG: Umbrella Army
(Peters)

Posters invite him
To visit a sunny wonderland
The hostess invites him
And offers to take him by the hand
He won't run to catch his train
Umbrella army walking in the rain
Do as so many visit Europe by train
Down at the station
He's one in a crowd that's dressed in grey
He won't run to catch his train
Daily commuters
The same routine each and every day
He won't run to catch his train


@SONG: Slip of the Tongue
(Hofstede)

Beware of the slip of the tongue
Don't say nothing
When the company is wrong
You smile and they're shaking your hand
When you're older you will understand
So you be silent


@SONG: Tables and Chairs
(Peters)

Tables and chairs
Do not like one another
They bite in each others legs
Tables
See how they're neatly grouped together
They are a table and four chairs
See how they're peacefully
Standing together
They are two pairs two matching
Tables and chairs do like each other


@SONG: Red Tape
(Hofstede)

She was always thinking
That the others were the losers
And that they could [never?] kill her too
This is the official word
Now welcome to the papers
And the forms are waiting here for you
It didn't work at all
She couldn't stand or fall
Queing up for counters
She was standing there for hours
And then someone told her
It is closed
Bureaucrat tie and hat
Disappearing like a ghost
It didn't work at all
She couldn't stand or fall
Late at night the kids in bed
She's looking at the TV screen
One more night she's talking to
The window of the washing machine


@SONG: Buildings
(Peters)

The buildings was always
One step ahead of me
Gonna beat it at its own game
I'm always looking
Up at my building
And the shadow that is hanging over me
Jump to conclusions
From the eighty-second storey
Jump to conclusions
From the eighty-second floor
Jump to conclusions
From the eighty-second storey
Jump to conclusions
Couldn't take it anymore
Buildings are looking
Over my shoulder
They are dominating like my wife
Buildings are looking
Over my shoulder
They are going to wreck my life


@SONG: Hands of the Watch
(Hofstede)

It's almost midnight now
Getting cold in Rome
The hands of the watch they turn
Turn without mercy
I'm counting every hour
Must be a new delay
Wait on a suitcase
Tomorrow tonight and today
Spent the last coin I had
On water and sandwiches
The hands of the watch they turn
Turn without mercy


@SONG: Man-Friday
(Peters)

It wasn't there before
What is he doing here
The only to survive
The island saved my life
Man-Friday
What is he doing here
A stranger in my land
What brought him there today
The weekend close at hand
I gotta find my man
I kill him if I can
Man-Friday
A footprint in the sand
It wasn't there before
A stranger in my land
What did he come here for
Man-Friday


@SONG: Suddenly I Met Your Face
(Hofstede)

Right behind her in revolving doors
In the window of a passing train
Talking shadow in a telephone box
I was running
She was walking
It was one of those rainy days
I was looking
She was turning
SUddenly I met your face


@SONG: Umbrella Army II
(Peters)

[Instrumental]


@SONG: Goodbye, Mr Chips !
(Peters)

[Instrumental]


@SONG: Oriental Skies
(Peters)

Under oriental skies
A yellow sun is shining
Under oriental skies
A bloodred sun is dying
Where will it go
Where will it take me
Where will it go
Where will it take me to
You'll never get to the heart
The heart of the matter
You'll never get to the point
You only scratch the surface
Why can't you see
Why can't you see it
Why can't you see it clear
Down by the river a thousand
Red flowers in bloom
A woman is silently rowing her
Boat to the sea
Tomorrow there will be
Another beautiful day