the laughing cow and other stories...

(Human Telex Records - HT92002-1; MC / 1992)
A te értékelésed: Semmi Átlag: 5 (7 votes)
andersen the laughing cow coverandersen the laughing cow inside

David Bornstein: Vocals, Guitar
Kollár László: Guitar, Vocals
Kratzl Gábor: Bass
Kárpáti József: Trumpet, keyboards
Kis Attila: Drums, Percussion


Recorded at Reaktor Studios

Budapest Hungary, July 1992

Engineered by Török Gábor

Mixed by Török Gábor, Kocsis Tamás, Andersen

(words: bornstein music: kollar)

there are one million needles crushing
my spine you can hold them in your
hands you can keep them in your plans
standing up or falling down

if i said i’d change my life would you tell
me where to start give me all the time
that i need to figure it out
standing up or falling down

pleasures of sin condemned in hyme
confess them as you are able
standing up or falling down


(words: bornstein music: kollar)

when i walk down the street who do i meet
i see the one eyed grocer the old lady on
the stairs dogs in the morning and the
babies in tow and when my mind is
spinning and no one’s looking around
hero or nero

when the sky my listening pride and all
around sunrise in me both my feet stick
to the ground dogs in the morning and the
babies in tow and when my mind is
spinning and no one’s looking around
hero or nero


celine would be proud artaud would
protest out loud what’s happened here
what went wrong no one has an answer
my friend sits at the other end of the
room playing skeletal beethoven
banging out a simple tune to sooth
my frazzled nerves

all at once this beer bellied chain smoke
and sour expressions strange cloudy
eastern skies my mind is miles away
in the grave with empty rooms
i’m in bed with a dead old friend wild
recreations on mild afternoons you know
where to start slow death of the highest
order not that not today you know where
to start here...in...budapest


(words: bornstein music: bornstein/kollar)

leftover wine on a saturday night
holding sore brain i’m holding me own
desolation i’ve been dreaming bout
angels this constant aggrevation
spending time that i stole on foreign
streets or familiar faces these questions
lead me to a never ending means
book of the dead and the laughing cow
standing on ceremony standing on
solid ground

a tune without goal or some construction
dangling thoughts around a dancing soul
question marks cap every moment
idle conversation idle and old
book of the dead and the laughing cow
standing on ceremony standing on
solid ground

loose it all in the running perspective
always ready to explode count the
numbers backwards count the numbers
23 backwardssuch a dance without
reason or goal
book of the dead and the laughing cow
standing on ceremony standing on
solid ground


(words: bornstein/gustave music: bornstein/kollar)

staring ol the table staring at the pen
in my hand and when I'm able I do
all that i can

she said to me, so many years ago
she said to me i told you so
i knew it would end up just like this

staring at the table, at the big black
ink running down my fingertips
the big black ink and when I'm able
I do all that i can

she said to me, so many years ago
she said to me i told you so
i knew it would end up just like this

there's a big block cloud over my head
it’s cold and hard and loud as i lay
in my bed my head’s on fire i have
no legs i’m so tired

she said to me, so many years ago
she said to me i told you so
i knew it would end up just like this


(words: bornstein music: bornstein/kollar)

all my madness all my gladness play
with time my way to see how it should
be all the way to bring me back my
five and dime my way to see how it
comes and goes those peaks and
dives
smoke blue rings
smoke blue rings around my head

is full of brown water and hands of
time clocks tell me when it’s over the
limit time is my joke i said time is my joke the one about the man in the
moon
smoke blue rings
smoke blue rings around my head

and i hear it’s clear wheather you
like it or not...


(words and music: bornstein)

alk to me blow your horn
the porcupine brothers are crying in one
the sky is blue the road is littered with
friends of mine scattering thoughts
in waking hours it costs alot

talk to me blow your horn
the porcupine brothers are crying in one
stand on your head lay down your mind
playing dead i’m playing a simple tune
thrown off the mark i'm throwing my
friends into the hole

talk to me blow your horn
the porcupine brothers are crying in one


(words and music: bornstein)

i used up all my best Imes once and
forever once and forever and and the last
time what is the point of going on and on
when you've said it all or nothing at all
we're saving up for substance
we're saving up for substance and mind

give us a chance give me a minute of
your time to think it over roll it around
in my mind
we're saving up for substance
we're saving up for substance and mind

talk up a storm think of something
that rhymes wait till I'm ready to leap
head on into time
we're saving up for substance
we're saving up for substance and mind

what's it all mean at the end of the day
when you say i’m lucky to be alive
i'll place my bets on the guy that's
never right wait 'till i’m ready to I leap
head on into time
we're saving up for substance
we're saving up for substance and mind


(words: bornstein music: kollar)

save me a prayer wve me some room
in the back to look down on all that i’ve
done to see all that's gone wrong
everyone in this grey old town is walking
on their hands and knees screaming like
monkeys screaming foul

we are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
and we go round and round and round

had enough of reason and barter
trade It in for a better plan

we are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
and we go round and round and round

i am the boy in the back of the line
i am the boy who knows time..
to re-arrange my mind...
we are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
and we go round and round and round