Trip factor
After the release of the first album in 1997, DeStijl buy new machines and try new stuff in making music.
A new lead singer is also incorporated in the band for the tracks « L’artiste » and « Nice’n’easy’. The idea of the Trip factor EP is to experiment different sides of electronic music : Trip-hop, Techno-rock or 70’s pop.
Listen to the album
LYRICS
Brush-stroke from my palette
Fore-ground the tableau
Render-recondite
My painting by moonlight
With nymphs in antic pose
Down those cobbled streets
Come marching soi-disant critics
Canvas for canvas – and focus their cameras
To enhance their politique
Do I shock you ?
Can you see the way I feel
Can you come to grips
With the paint that drips
Have you come to steal ?
‘Thought I may leave this squalor
For the lure of a dollar.
The words on the page may improve with age
But I don’t call the tune
My vocal disclosure
Come under exposure
Am I just barking at the moon ?
Down those cobbled streets
You’ll find the artist at his peak
Appealing the masses
So you raise your glasses
To his musical mystique.
Does it move you ?
Do you feel the way I feel ?
Does it take you back ?
Will it make you crack ?
Confuse, confound appeal ?
May I leave this squalor
For the lure of a pound or a lire or a mark or a dollar ?
Agression
Poverty
Reposession
Timid
Lonely
Frivoulous
Nothing
The making of a man
The decline from greatness
You will do all you can
But you’re not in control
Avarice
Tasteless
Abuse
Abuser
Downtrader
Guilty
Innocent
Disillusionned
The making of a man
The decline from greatness
You will do all you can
But you’re not in control
Homeless
Wandering
Hopeless
Wondering
Harsh
Divide
Monochrome
Goldy
The making of a man
The decline from greatness
You will do all you can
But you’re not in control
Screwed-up and thrown away, begin another page
Roll-out and smooth down, another waste of space
Pen touch paper and thought touch nerve
Let the words flow with grace and verve.
A borrowed phrase here and a stolen line there
Digging-up the past and leaning out my hair.
Well-worn clichés from a photo-fit album
Air it out and stick it back with spirit gum.
Ahead of their time, the youth music explosion
But what could rhyme with such.
Newspaper articles and half-chewed particles
come from his mouth in a slow fast-food chain.
We shelter from the rain
See above.
Keep it simple – Keep it sweet
Inspiration from the street.
Perspiration and defeat
Nice and easy
Would just about do it once in a while
Afternoons in the park or nights on the tiles.
Just keep it simple
Keep it sweet and you will land upon your feet
Humiliation and defeat.
Nice and easy
Curled-up tight, twixt quilt and sheet
It’s four A.M and still not asleep
Turn things over in my head
The places I’ve stayed
The friends I should forget
And around her thighs and hips
The added extra weight
Drooping shoulders, sagging breast
Her stoop her posture and her gait
I dare not open my eyes
I shall wait until dawn
An d stumble through another day,
whilst aching limbs and toth decay
Run things through in my mind
How taut – How supple
Was her skin – was her spine
A flight of stairs has knokned me out
A twisted back that makes me shout.
Furtive coupling in our darkened room
Either never ends or I come too soon
I dare not open my eyes
I cannot look upon
Her doting moribund gaze
Pallour and manner seen better days
I dare not open my eyes
I shall wait until dawn
And sift through fragments of the past
That beer, this smoke may be my last.
