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Home

by J.B. Dazen

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released 10 May 2011
"Home" was written, sung, played, programmed, recorded, mixed, mastered and designed by J.B. Dazen - "I can do things!"

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tags: acoustic beatles cosy dishes dutch herman van veen home homely indie mccartney nederlands pop singer-songwriter tv Groningen

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Singer-songwriter who plays the tea kettle, window wiper and curtain rail. Will play for food. DFTBA Records. YouTube. Dutch. Groningen. Catchy. Melancholic. Introspective. Playful.

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Track Name: Alarm
Alarm

I gotta, I gotta get up
But I don’t wanna, don’t wanna get up
But still I need to, I need to get up
But I don’t wanna, don’t wanna get up
Don’t wanna get up, don’t wanna get up, up, up, up, up

This tune I can’t get it out of my head
It’s droning on and on
It’s not a friendly tune, no instead
It’s not exactly fun

And it goes beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Get up, it’s time, you’re running late
Be afraid, there’s a new day
It might consume you

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Get up, it’s time, you’re running late
Be afraid, there’s a new day
It might consume you now

The doctor, the doctor can wait
I do not need him, just have to think straight
I must be dreaming, it’s just that I hate
That thing that wakes me
But now I am late, I hate being late, I’m always late, late, late, late, late

This tune I can’t get it out of my head
It’s droning on and on
It’s not a friendly tune, no instead
It’s not exactly fun

Shakespeare didn’t write his plays by staying in bed
And Hawking, though immobile, ‘s still awake in his head
The Fireman is 66 but still miles ahead
And here I am, I turn around once more cause I hate this tune

And it goes beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Get up, it’s time, you’re running late
Be afraid, there’s a new day
It might consume you

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Get up, it’s time, you’re running late
Be afraid, there’s a new day
It might consume you

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
Get up, it’s time, you’re running late
Be afraid, there’s a new day
It might consume you now
Track Name: Tea
Tea

Oh baby, it’s only just I realized
We’re not the same
But time is on our side

Just lately, I found I idealized
Our little flame
But now it seems to die

Couldn’t we discuss this over tea?
There is a time and place for all to disagree
Couldn’t we forget this over time?
Is there a way to put aside this little crime?

I’m sorry, if someone lingers on my mind
If someone else
Just captivates me more

Please try to be strong and bear with me
While I try to make up my mind
Just for today
I can’t say I am sure

Couldn’t we discuss this over tea?
There is a time and place for all to disagree
Couldn’t we forget this over time?
Is there a way to put aside this little crime?
Track Name: Hackenslacken
Hackenslacken

Aaah, goedemorgen!
we zijn weer wakker hoor.
En, ik heb zin!
Ja, ik heb alweer zin
Ontzettend veel zin
In kleine stukjes chocola
Of eigenlijk: cacaofantasie
Maar toch noemen we het chocola, da's wel zo makkelijk
Op een boterham
Kleine stukjes chocola
Op een boterham
Oh ja
Da's toch zo lekker
's ochtends vroeg na de thee
Doe ik m'n ogen dicht en geniet!

Van die heerlijke
Goddelijke
Onbeschrijflijke
Stukjes
Chocola

't Is ongelofelijk!
Wie dit uitgevonden heeft verdient een standbeeld!
Voor die inventieve
Progressieve
Stukjes
Chocola

Op m'n boterham


M'n boterham met hagelslag
Jaha, van Venz, of de Ruyter
Maar eigenlijk heb ik liever gewoon het huismerk
Van de Albert Heijn
Maar ja
Je kunt niet alles hebben

Hoor je de engeltjes al?
Die zitten erin!
Jaha! Dat wist je niet hè?
Maar er zitten engeltjes in
Een boterham met hagelslag

Daarom is die natuurlijk zo ontzettend lekker!

Dus!

Waar kun je me 's nachts voor wakker maken?
Waar maak je vrienden mee?
Een boterham met hagelslag!
Die sloeg nog nooit iemand af.

Translation:

Hackenslacken

Aaah, good morning!
And we're up again.
And, I long for...
Yes, already I long for...
I long so much for
Small pieces of chocolate
Or more precisely: chocolate flavour
But still we call it chocolate, that's just as easy
On a sandwich
Small pieces of chocolate
On a sandwich
Oh yeah
That's so delicious
Early in the morning after tea
I close my eyes and savour!

Those delightful
Devine
Indescribable
Pieces of
Chocolate

It's unbelievable!
Whoever invented this deserves a statue!
For these inventive
Progressive
Pieces of
Chocolate

On my sandwich

My sandwich with chololate sprinkles
Yeah, from Venz, or De Ruyter
But actually I just prefer the private label
Of Albert Heijn
But yeah
You can't get everything you want

Do you hear the angels yet?
They're in there!
Yeah! You didn't know that, did you?
But there are angels in
A sandwich with chocolate sprinkles

That's why it's so incredibly tasty!

So!

What can you wake me up for in the middle of the night?
What brings you friends?
A sandwich with chocolate sprinkles!
No one could ever refuse that
Track Name: Bed Day
Bed Day

Woke up this morning
Not feeling too well
Opened my eyes and found a mess
Woke up this morning
Not feeling too well
Opened my eyes and found a mess
This ain’t no room for living
No, no, it’s just a room full of mess

Opened the curtains
Let the sun hurt my eyes
To find the window full of grease
Opened the curtains
Let the sun hurt my eyes
To find the window full of grease
TThis window ain’t for watching
No, no, it’s just a window full of grease

Walked to the kitchen
To fix me a drink
Found dirty dishes in the sink
Walked to the kitchen
To fix me a drink
Found dirty dishes in the sink
There ain’t no glass for drinking
No, no, there ain’t no glass for a drink

Opened the fridge
To get me some food
Just to find mildew on the fruit
Opened the fridge
To get me some food
Just to find mildew on the fruit
That ain’t no fruit for eating
No, no that ain’t no useful fruit

Got me the paper
And read me some news
Only to read about more death
Got me the paper
And read me some news
Only to read about more death
This paper ain’t for reading
No, no, it’s just a messenger of death

So I walk backwards
Crawl back into bed
And pull the sheets over my head
So I walk backwards
Crawl back into bed
And pull the sheets over my head
This ain’t no day for waking
No, no, it’s just a day for bed

This ain’t no day for waking
No, no, it’s just a day for bed
This ain’t no day for waking
No, no, it’s just a day for bed
Track Name: Dishes
Dishes

Dishes piled in the elevator
Dishes piled out on the grass
Dishes are the aggrevator
Dishes make my life a mess

Dishes stuck to the coffee maker
Dishes stacked on the bedroom floor
Dishes are the undertaker
Dishes chase me out the door

And if someone’d be so kind as to do them
I could maybe find some time for a life
And if not, I am afraid I’ll use paper plates in time

Dishes done and the sink is empty
Dishes build right from the start
Dishes circle is neverending
Dishes messing up my art

And if someone’d be so kind as to do them
I could maybe find some time for a life
And if not, I am afraid I’ll use paper plates in time

I got dirty dishes
Plenty dirty dishes
Loads of dirty dishes
Dishes in my head
Track Name: Drops In The Sink
Drops In The Sink

Drip, drip, drip goes the water in my sink
I want to feel you're really near
Tick, tick, tick go the seconds on my clock
I want to feel you're really here
So we can count the clouds on my ceiling
So we can drift away on that feeling

Click, click, click go the neighbours on the floor
I want to feel you're really near
Rush, rush, rush go the tubes of the heating
I want to feel you're really here
So we can shut the drapes and talk in pictures
And wipe the dust away from those pictures

Of hope, black and white
And the thumbprints of old
The flicker of light
Through the celluloid snow
Flick away, turn the page
Tell me all that they show
For tonight I've got nowhere to go

Drip, drip, drip, drip...
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
Click, click, click, click...
Rush, rush, rush, rush...

I want to shut the drapes and talk in pictures
And wipe the dust away from those pictures

Of hope, black and white
And the thumbprints of old
The flicker of light
Through the celluloid snow
Flick away, turn the page
Tell me all that they show
For tonight I've got nowhere to go

Drip, drip, drip, drip...
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
Click, click, click, click...
Rush, rush, rush, rush...
Track Name: Shower
Shower

The heat of the summer
Has gone to my head
I find myself riding my bike
On a dusty old track
I’m not thinking of you
But it’s clear that I do

Jump into the shower
Dripping on my head
Releasing the power
That’s hiding in my chest
The weight of the day
Is flushing through the drain
Was that all it takes?
Oh, it’s nothing.

I am not complaining
Because the wheather’s so fine
But something is seriously lacking
At the side of this bike
I’m not thinking of you
But it’s clear that I do

Jump into the shower
Dripping on my head
Releasing the power
That’s hiding in my chest
The weight of the day
Is flushing through the drain
Was that all it takes?
Oh, it’s nothing.

Pa-da-pa-da-da-pa-da-da…

So continues this travel
Across simmering lanes
The pedals are pushing me forward
Keep me ahead of the pain
I’m not thinking of you
But it’s clear that I do

Jump into the shower
Dripping on my head
Releasing the power
That’s hiding in my chest
The weight of the day
Flushing through the drain
Was that all it takes?
Oh, it’s nothing.

Pa-da-pa-da-da-pa-da-da…
Track Name: Home
Home

A beautiful day
The sky’s without a cloud
The children play
Everybody’s out

But I am home
I am home
I am home
oo-oo

The traffic peaks
There’s movement all around
They’re all busy bees
They drown in their own sounds

While I am home
I am home
I am home

I am home
O, I am home
I am home

Sounds like there’s a party
Didn’t bother to invite me
They just are like echos

Guess I’ll just go to bed
And try to get used to the fact
That I am finally invisible

A beautiful day
The sky’s without a cloud
Everybody’s out
But I am home
Track Name: TV
TV

Thoughts have ended, mind’s absented, you may enter now
Creep up slowly, go unnoticed, you may enter now
We will make you feel fine
In exchange for your time

Start out gently, watch intently how the plan unfolds
Turn up needs and break down creeds until we’re in control
We will ease all your pain
In exchange for your brain

Sit down easily and put it on
Put it on, put it on, put it on
We’re all here to bluntly bring you fun
Put it on, put it on, put it on

We proceeded, we succeeded, this subject is done
Don’t complain now, lose your brain now, feel completely numb
We will silence your strife
In exchange for your life

Sit down easily and put it on
Put it on, put it on, put it on
We’re all here to bluntly bring you fun
Put it on, put it on, put it on

Sit down easily and put it on
Put it on, put it on, put it on
Track Name: Silence
Silence

Lock the door, lock the door, lock the door
For now I won’t take no more
Shut the drapes, shut the drapes, shut the drapes
I just need some time away from all…

These affairs, these affairs, these affairs
Go find someone who cares
‘Cause I don’t, no I don’t, no I don’t
Got some issues of my own to tend to

‘Cause silence is better than sorrow
Silence is better than sorrow
I’ll be with you tomorrow
With a clean shirt and a smile

It’s not that bad, not that bad, not that bad
There’s no need to be sad
Carry on, carry on, carry on
I’m sure you’ll manage on your own while I’m…

Taking care of these things in my head
Or maybe just crawl into bed
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
I just need to be left alone (for now 'cause…)

Silence is better than sorrow
Silence is better than sorrow
I’ll be with you tomorrow
With a clean shirt and a smile

Silence is better than sorrow
Silence is better than sorrow
Silence is better than sorrow
Silence is better
Track Name: Record
Record

My life is a record, and it’s playing on repeat
It is stuck inside this groove I don’t particularly need
And the track is getting deeper while the dust has piled up fast
Now the crackles drown the music of my past, ooh

And it’s still movin’ on, groovin’ on
Movin’ on, groovin’ on

Manufactured lovingly, it left the pressing plant
But outside its sterile rooms it showed it couldn’t understand
That some are hits for millions, and others one day flies
Still others downright failures in disguise, ooh

And it’s still movin’ on, groovin’ on
Movin’ on, groovin’ on
And it’s still movin’ on, groovin’ on
Movin’ on, groovin’ on

Someone take that needle out of me
My catalogue needs transfer to cd
Shine me up and put me on display

So I can keep movin’ on, groovin’ on
Movin’ on, groovin’ on
So I can keep movin’ on, groovin’ on
Movin’ on, groovin’ on