Listen To The Painters

by G.W. Sok

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LISTEN TO THE PAINTERS We need poets, we need painters we need poetry and paintings... Narrow minds are weapons made for mass destruction file them under giant ass seduction Sheep with crazy leaders heading for disaster courting jesters who take themselves for masters We need poets, we need painters... The shrub who took himself for a park the squeak who took himself for a bark We need poets, we need painters... We need filmers, and writers, dancers, musicians actors, and sculptors, bakers, electricians thinkers, and doctors, cyclists, and builders lovers, friends, and neighbours, and others filmers, writers, dancers, musicians and poets, and painters, and poets, and painters
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Illusies 1 03:56
ILLUSIES 1 Wil je wellicht wat illusies licht gebruikt, tweedehands? zulke heerlijke illusies goede wijn, zonder krans iets met een vleugje paradijs een betovering die er mag zijn: in dit gekke paradijs ben je verliefd op pijn Wil je wellicht wat illusies licht gebruikt, nog lang niet oud? van die romantische illusies — ze gaan allemaal over jou souvenirs voor een koopje die je heel goed zullen staan neem mijn lieflijke illusies — voor een lach, of voor een traan Ze hadden een vleugje paradijs een betovering die er mag zijn: in dit gekke paradijs ben je verliefd op pijn Wil je wellicht wat illusies iets tweedehands dat blinkt als goud? van die romantische illusies — ze gaan allemaal over jou souvenirs voor een koopje die je heel goed zullen staan neem mijn lieflijke illusies – soms een lach, soms een traan
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SPOONFEED HELL I starve in the city of shame I fast in the world full of game I can wait idle in queues for hours I can almost watch the grapes go sour I starve I fast I wait I watch I starve I fast I wait I watch It’s the easiest feast in the world a chance to make a living, as long as it lasts their trivial smell, their spoonfeed hell to make sure that I won’t fast too fast When will the odds return when will we ever learn when will the gods return when will they ever burn I starve in the city of shame I fast in the world full of game I can wait idle in queues for hours I can almost watch the grapes go sour In queues — in shops — on corners — behind bars in the park — at home — outside — in the rain on the bus — on a bench... underneath the stars
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YIR OF BEARDS? A message from the UK international record day the Olimighty man of Ack! Ack! Ack! says: contribute, okay? My mailbox under serious attack and me, I turn into a nervous wreck all right, I’ll write, and now: I need a nurse to help and keep me on the right track Not sure if there’s a vinyl verse besides, things can’t get any worse hellooo, this is a tape you play on record-day... But hey, for what’s it worth: try the new 7” of Year of Birds!
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HERE WE GO AGAIN The road is clear for the new insane heading once again for the fastbuck lane you hold your horses but they’ve changed their van reworking one more master plan And it’s greed greed greed resurrection time same old trick with the same old wine it’s the next gravediggers-for-gold revival to get shot in the foot by one’s own rifle Do we hear something new or is it desperation or the same old sleaze with greasers’ guarantees oh, lead us not into temptation will it do the trick or will it make us sick well, forget all that fuzz about missing the bus, because... what the doctor ordered is some patience They turn their wine into water then they whine that it ought to be fine wine because they bought a brand new balloon of speculation-farce And they think that this time they will reach the stars yeah they think that this time they will reach the stars they think this time they’ll reach the stars and I think they spent too much time on Mars For what’s it worth, they did come down to earth but since they’re on a different train here we go again their world is quite a match for inflammable inflation so lead us not into temptation Still, I don’t even have the slightest notion why they keep on bringing all that water to the ocean I guess I’m talking about degeneration oh, lead us not into temptation
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No Can Do 03:58
NO CAN DO Sometimes they say oh oh it’s good for me to go in this or that direction where it’s better than before and they seem to know the score and there’s all kinds of action And then they mention stupid things like a barbidoll that sings or another prefab trend like greener gardens of cement sometimes they say oh oh it’s good for me to go in this or that direction... this or that direction I don’t wanna go where the masses go they’re not the kind of masses I would wanna know I don’t wanna do what all the others do without all the idiots I can be happy too Maybe I don’t wanna be an umpteenth clone maybe I want something to call my own I better get it done and I’ll do it just for fun and that’s good enough for starters All the rubbish we can buy all the deaths that one can die is anybody watching me well, none of this appeals to me not any of those actions all those stupid actions... Real life soap tv courses in stupidity mindless conversations these microwave sensations politics of flying kites cover ups and stupid lies... oh sometimes I say no
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I was in prison, long ago it was the first grade and I had to take a well-you-know the law says you must first raise your hand and ask the teacher for permission so I, obeyer of the lore of the lamb am busy raising my hand to the führer who says yes Thomas what is it? and I, Thomas, I say I… have-to-take-a… I mean, may-I-go Didn’t you go yesterday, she says and I say yes ma’am Mrs Parsley, Sir but I have to go again today but she says it’s no, and I say eh? and again she says no, but I go anyway except that I do it not outside, but in my pants why else would I have said I… have-to-take-a… I mean, may-I-go Six years old I was and yet I guess that even then I already knew the rule I must obey and rule by law and stick to all the regulations of the lore of the lamb otherwise I’m going to shit my pants So next time she’ll know I have to go, because I’m gonna shit her pants not mine
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BERICHT UIT BEIJING Is dit een tragedie in hoeveel bedrijven? met een proloog en een epiloog en een waarheid die er niet om liegt? een koe, die je niet bedriegt of eentje zo stom als het achtereind van een varken dat vliegt? is de waarheid wel waarheid of slechts een naarheid, een onklaarheid, een rariteit een trieste komedie die dreigt te beklijven een scheet uit de reet van een smerige smiecht? Maar ik noem hier het gewone mensen die werken, studeren, wonen: een dichter, z’n vriendin en een grijsaard met zwarte gemummificeerde katten wel zo’n duizend jaar oud) een man zonder baan en been een man zonder kin een man zonder kind een man met een lang gezicht en een man die gebukt gaat een gewone jongeman een vrouw met een traantje een vrouw met een traan een vrouw met een fakkel jongens en meisjes die kranten venten, studenten en een man met twee plastic zakken Een man met twee plastic zakken een man bedaard als een orkaan van hoon die zijn verwonde ziel de zojuist gebrande kaken van het plein op sleept en de toekomst uit de klauwen weet Een man met twee plastic zakken oog in oog met de gestaalde kakkerlakken de voortratelende vuilnisbakken de praalziek paraderende wandaadwrakken de gepantserde schoften, de schurken, de schobbejakken de gehelmde hufters die de spaanders hakken Een man met twee plastic zakken is een man met twee plastic zakken en hij zet ze allemaal te kakken Want waar gisteren nog vaandels van hoop de hemel sierden daar kokhalst het nu helse kolonnes van tanks en ik bots op een aanblik die de keel verengt de kapotte verlichting, die de ogen krenkt de verdoofde stad, met duister vergrendeld en een komen en gaan van bajonetten de Grote Sprong Voorwaarts der marionetten helaas, het is waar het plein hangt er bij als een abattoir Een gewone jongeman een man die gebukt gaat een vrouw met een traantje een vrouw met een traan een matroos die, na jaren van gezwoeg de Grote Roerganger eindelijk eens vroeg om een kadootje een rondvaart op een bootje, of gewoon een dagje uit en die afgescheept wordt met nog meer zwoegen op die verrotte lekke schuit Maar op het plein waar de tranen verbloeden en treitertanks op een rondedans broeden staat een man, gewapend met twee plastic zakken vol woede Gestaalde kakkerlakken voortratelende vuilnisbakken praalziek paraderende wandaadwrakken gepantserde schoften, schurken, schobbejakken gehelmde hufters die spaanders hakken De man met twee plastic zakken is een man met twee plastic zakken en hij zet ze allemaal te kakken
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4.Q.S.O. 03:42
4.Q.S.O. So now that I have your attention, please as I’m no rat who’ll waste his knees with begging for some mindless cheese I ask you kindly to ungrease the slimy substance of your suffocated soul this headless halo hanging around that empty whole its fed-up void inflating way beyond control stubbornly stumbling about like a moonmad mole Should I cure you from this dumb disease you bet I know there are no guarantees to wipe this filthy flood of consonants and vowels that keep escaping from your bowels No man can keep on running from the truth an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth you gotta take the rough along with the smooth there’s a wolf in the belly of the growing youth some things sometimes should simply be said so I’ll say it again till your ears turn red I’ll be a pain in the neck till you’re taken aback a head can be more than a rack for a hat Should I cure you from this dumb disease I bet you know there are no guarantees and if my choice of words seems to disturb then keep in mind that “fuck” is just a verb And it’s true that with the pronoun “you” it might sound quite offensive, too and “asshole” is a noun, so consider it a sign I guess we’ve reached the bottom line
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WRITER'S BLOG Picture this, a dirty window and if not, just call it sky guess the sun hides round the corner might be yellow, might be shy I seem to sleepwalk at my table through a desert of deserting thoughts a thousand stories in the naked city and yeah, clues, there must be lots Oh, my head is in a daze can’t you see that I’m amazed I’m lost for words, such is the case I’m in a hole, so where’s that ace An interlude? a chorus? we all have our excuses some are rude, or bore us and others just confuse us Now it’s way past waky-waky and my hands are kind of shaky and my mouth attempts to mumble stacks of words that seem to stumble like stuttered sentences of waste and I copy, cut, and paste try to get them all in line some more coffee would be fine What is left leaves without trace all the blanks take too much space let me tell you, oops, erased guess I’m going through a phrase
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THE WORLD'S STILL HERE How I miss my cat right now I hope that she’s okay so hip hurray the world’s still here but hey, my fearless Kitty ran away Oh great the world’s still here, I thought the end was pretty near oh snap! I fear it is that time of year with a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday well gosh, it is sciatica, I guess or yes that time of year, but hey... That the world is a yard sale that it was and that it will be nothing but a sell-out I knew that already I got my ear to the ground I can see how it sounds but the world’s still here and so is Surplus 1980, in 2013 and in 2020... there will always be plenty of social anxiety and the need to get over it... There will always be plenty of social anxiety and the need to get rid of it but I found a Fender Twin Reverb with new 12” speakers a coupla 100 dollars worth, yippie And yet Kitty has escaped and I’m pissed and upset I hope she’s okay and will find her way back she’s on the other side of the fence and the street is she gone for good or did she land on her feet or is she on the other other side no offence, but... off her feet no luck yet getting her back she might be dead meat so I’m pissed and upset, just like that I am in pain right now it not be the flu waiting for my dinner... it makes me not sleep, too I need to get out more I’ll aim for one more minute but I’m pelted with bleeding xmas songs and that’s the bloody limit I’m in pain again, my body’s aching despite the ibuprofen I was taking it’s my chest, my legs, my hips my back, sometimes my fingertips it is muscular, but unfortunately, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me like I’m run over by a fucking street sweeper on a grim blind date with some kinda reaper I almost feel like an edgy window leaper and then there’s Kitty... yeah, where’s Kitty I don’t miss her like a pain in the neck what the heck, like the pain in my back but yes I do miss her and I want her back That the world is a yard sale that it was and that it will be yes I knew that already and that’s all fine by me but what I hate is this the thing I’d rather miss is going there really early and find out the hurly-burly of this mishmash, slapdash for the sale is in fact tomorrow, always tomorrow the yard sale is always tomorrow Oh great the world’s still here and so is Surplus 1980 and my clever Kitty came back home still I am flaky, glad, and achy it must be that unwritten rule you can’t outfool a foolish fool I thought the end was pretty near but I guess, it’s just that time of year
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I’m out on a limb in our garden of Eden ’cause I see snakes corrupting souls embarrassment embodied, shattered love oh god, will you ever have enough My ears are full, your mouth’s still feeding your poison a passion, taking a toll your beak a leak, it keeps passing gas oh god, you’re a snake in the grass I have no time I have no time for one too may vipers in the garden of Eden when the world is bleeding Out on a limb, what’s that goal I see snakes corrupting souls embarrassed bodies, shattered love oh my, it’s never never never never never enough I have no time I have no time to... I have no time 3? I have no time for! one too many vipers in the garden of Eden and all the while the world is bleeding well, I guess the grass needs weeding I remember now, how my friends once said: you should pay rent inside my head... fangs but no fangs, homegrown god question is, are you ever gonna stop I have no time I have no time to... I have no time 3? I have no time for you
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THE HEART OF EVERYTHING What is the heart of everything what makes also the mute birds sing and what makes your sore legs swing what makes the tin man into bling — what is the heart of everything Sometimes it’s fenced off with barbed wire sometimes it’s simply here for hire but when it sets your heart on fire when there’s this burning called desire — what is the heart of everything All the walls will tumble down all the fences, they will rot when the circus comes to town with four letters, the whole lot — what is the heart of everything
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THE SOUND OF SIRENS * Hello, hello darkness my old friend I’ve come to see you once again because a noise that’s been made to stay woke me up while I dozed away and the television that has settled in my room shows the doom within the sound of sirens The comfy couch and I, we watched alone with my hunger slowly grown for a minute I got off my ass I took some crisps and I filled my glass when my eyes were grabbed by the might of the sight as such, and I was touched by the sound of sirens And on the naked screen there was a speech that really made a buzz the man in charge was quite shocking blue in the face he kept knocking his head up against the brick wall that’s been written on his time has come so it says in the sound of sirens People, I hope you will understand sirens are a helping hand they woke me up, so that I can see the struggle against the misery but my distant support is stuck in another hell with crisps and beer instead of sirens No longer the people are afraid to scorn the tyrant they all hate then a sign flashed up on the square understood it was everywhere and the sign said: “the worlds of the profiteers are defended by the tyrant’s tanks and the banks... they will be silenced through the sound of sirens * triggered by the Art of Simon, Paul, and Unkle Garf

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After saying goodbye to The Ex at the end of 2008, after thirty years of this beautiful frenzy, I thought I was done with music. For three decades the band had been my life, my family, my vehicle. Thus leaving wasn’t easy. But it was time to move on, time for a change, time for something else. Even though I didn’t know yet what that something else might be.
During the first Exless year I got involved in a production of the Dutch theatre company Noord Nederlands Toneel, and so, somewhat by chance, I ended up on a nationwide tour with 60 performances of Dante’s La Divina Comedia. And it made me realize that I still enjoyed being on stage, performing and playing with language.
Around the same time, at the end of 2009, a couple of musical collaborations came my way through the internet. Chapi Chapo and Detective Instinct, people I didn’t know but who liked what I’d done during my life as an Ex, sent me some tracks and asked me to add words and vocals.
Then, in early 2010, my collaboration with Cannibales & Vahinés from Toulouse began. And since we would only play on and off, I would occasionally travel back and forth from Holland. This gave me also time to work with Zoikle, based in Rotterdam, after a musical collaboration for a short experimental film.
Meanwhile, my friends from Two Pin Din invited me for a guest appearance at one of their shows, and together we wrote some songs. Then somehow, suddenly I got approached by more and more bands from all over the place. Different kinds of people with different kinds of music from different kinds of countries. Most of these collaborations simply started out as one-offs, but things got slightly out of hand...
So here I am, in the year 2016, happily writing lyrics for this, that, and the other project, playing in about six bands, and doing the occasional guest vocal. Much of the music is pretty good stuff, really, and yet rather unknown. And as most of these projects take place in different countries and different scenes, my audience nowadays is widespread and scattered. Hence the idea to offer you, dear listener, some sort of cross section of my recent musical and lyrical escapades. Just for the hell of it.
I wanna say thanks to the bands and artists involved in this album, for their confidence, trust, friendship, and generosity. Also thanks, of course, to those not present on this (first) compilation: you know who you are. Even better: so do I. And it’s a pleasure.
G.W. Sok — Amsterdam, April 2016

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released May 27, 2016

14 tracks, 14 bands, 1 vocalist
a cross-section of G.W. Sok's musical adventures between 2009 and 2015 after his departure from The Ex in late 2008

all words by G.W. Sok
all music by the artists involved
photo © Christina Hallström
Tractor Notown, cat.no. NOT 08
www.druxat.nl / mail@druxat.nl

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G.W. Sok Amsterdam, Netherlands

G.W. Sok co-founded The Ex in 1979 and was their singer and lyricist for 30 years (www.theex.nl). Since 2009 he is involved in various other projects, such as Action Beat (UK), Zoikle (NL), Cannibales & Vahinés (F), King Champion Sounds (UK/NL), Coddiwomple (F), Oiseaux-Tempête (F), L&S (F). And there's some solo stuff as well. ... more

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