AA Kismet

AA Kismet discografie
'where's the rest of me ?" (1999, ADM Records)
'what's the use of crying when the wolves have arrived ?'(2001, ZZZZZZ-records)
plus two tracks (Crisis as usual & Oscilloscope) on InPolySons sampler 'No more, No Mouroir'

Where's The Rest Of Me?
ADM32975CD

AA Kismet is de directe afstammeling van Dull Schicksal en later 'The Rosebuds' en veel van het materiaal op deze eerste CD is door Dull ook al eens opgenomen of in ieder geval 'live' gespeeld terwijl een aantal stukken ook op de enige uitgave van 'The Rosebuds' (the Rosebud Mystery, k7) voorkomen.
Probleem was een beetje dat deze liedjes te 'poppy' waren voor het Dull-repertoire. Uitgangspunt bij het maken van deze CD was dan ook ; laten we eens een ongeneerd pop-album maken en kijken hoe ver we daar mee komen... Dat eerste is goed gelukt en reacties en recensies van het handjevol mensen dat de CD gehoord heeft beamen dat volkomen. En hoewel het 'commerciëler' (nouja...) is dan alles wat Dull ooit gemaakt heeft kon de heilige 3eenheid 'Promotie-Boeking-Veel Optredens' niet bewerkstelligd worden. Laat staan een vervolg daarop.

De band in deze bezetting (eveline ketterings, cor hoogerdijk, bob drake en lukas simonis) deed nog 1 optreden in NL en een korte tour door Italië en Slovenië in het najaar van 1999. Daarna bleven alleen Bob & Lukas over, die eerst nog de tweede AA Kismet plaat maakten (zie hieronder) en daarna met het gezelschap VRIL (met Chris Cutler en later ook Pierre Omer) de twengy gitaarkant opliepen...

Het openingsnummer 'Questions and Answers' was nog inspiratiebron & muziek voor twee korte, Rotterdamse films ; 'Nee' van Segher Van Wijk en 'Questions And Answers' van Marieke vd Lippe.    In de laatste film speelt de band ook mee, behalve Bob natuurlijk want die had niet veel zin om dat hele end vanuit Zuid-Frankrijk te komen opdraven om een stukje bas te playbacken op een winderig strand. Frank van Berkel was zijn vervanger.

Songteksten Where's The Rest Of Me

BICYCLE

i was riding my bike through Rotterdam
riding my bike through ‘old’ rotterdam
recalling all the places i knew

this is the street where i was born
and also the street where i was forlorn
in a squatted and painted house
in the winter of ‘81
without heating, without love
but with lots of drugs and stuff

i felt on the ice
i boiled the rice
i wrote bad poetry
and tried to be ‘free’
i stole some meat
i loved in vain
then the police came and said
‘ get out, take your stuff and go,
you have ten minutes’ (early in the morning)

and this is the flat where Marty jumped off
this is the flat where Marty jumped off
we used to go up there
to watch the traffic
smoke some dope and watch the traffic
take some mushrooms watch the traffic
listen to Joy Division on the walkman
then things got bad
and Marty ate his cigarette
it burned him out
and he never got back

this is the park where i used to run
nearby the street where we had some fun
in a big trashy house which now is gone
lived there for two years with Dean and Jan
the carbage couple
the house was
decorated, painted
nothing was wasted
we’d practice in the attic,
piss on the roof
puke on special occasions
it was a good neighbourhood
where the old slaughterhouse been knocked down
dropouts, fruitcakes, punks, old timers, drugdealers
dirty old men, squatters
any kind of nobody could be found there
in the dirty old pub at the corner

now it’s cleaned up, replaced by
bright new houses, empty spaces
with family’s and dogs

the normal folks
shopping,
washing their cars

BREAKFAST

Manny was calling us wizzkids
Ozzy was tired of loom
Kathy had barks for supper
Spider was caught by doom

refr.They’re not coming for breakfast
i’m wired and tired again
just making us supper
i’m bound and i’m found again

Fuzzy got peeks for spider
Dusty made cracks with Shea
Sparky was easy rider
Robert got scrolls for tea

oh i’m northern and red
as i fall into bad data
restorers of errors
delate my messages

Kippy had corks for Rupert
Mary had flucks for Gee
Rinky made marks with Amos
Grungy bred blops at Flea.

DOGMA

victim,
my heart is burning
victim
my spirit’s learning
victim
right in my angle
victim
no need to strangle

misfits losers drunks and junkies
aunts and assholes
(just get their arms broken)

as we gently perform
no more pain or insurance
break through historical membranes
speak through theoretical voices

pricks and assholes cunts and dickheads
dying soon

plead insane
take your train
go to places
fuck this brain
show your shame
follow fame
have your hard on
call it maim.

Cor & Bob & Eveline in Krsko

DROVE A CAR

Got her license today
thought she would not make it
took lots of pills and some coffee
felt like a frozen chicken

wanted to go home
as crowds roamed the streets
had to talk for hours
could not retain the treat

got a license today
must be some kind of misschief
events happen this way
meaning what you make of it

felt like shit today
why must i be alive
found a tub today
but didn’t take a dive

drove a car
drove a car
drove a car
it’s not a matter of thrills
it’s just a question of skills
and the rest of the world missed the point again

drank lots of wine and some booze
don’t want to go anywhere
did a really excellent show
when will they understand ?

standing on the crossroads
why should i ever choose ?
lost my skin today
there’s no place left to bruise.

FOOT

I like your foot
it’s soft and cruel
it throws with velver dice
i like your foot
it’s fast and paced
a spark from paradise
i like your foot
and calf and toes
the ankle and the heel
i like your foot
the skin is good
it’s better than a wheel
much better than a wheel

You Move Your Foot
It Moves Me

I like your foot
in boot or shoe
i’d like to suck or lick
i like your foot
on thin spiked heel
adjusts a little flick
i favour boots
the lace up style
they step on me with grace
i like your foot
please stand on me
i’ll be your purple haze

You move your foot it moves me

What is there looks like a special branch
do we care or are we out to lunch ?

FREE AS IN BUNNy TAIL

I’m free and looking for wheels
not the usual kind
just the ones i’m looking for

i’m free and looking for spacemen
not a specific grove
but a groovy random bunch

baptize me in chains
and smother me in love

i’m free and looking for fun
not the average fun
but a head to use my comb

i could love you forever
but it would take too much time
to tell you it would slow me down
i can’t explain
so forget me

i’m free and looking for space
just a blur for myself
for my poor little frozen head

i’m free and eager for cash
just a bite from the cake
just a spark to light my moth

i’m free and looking for thrills
not the expensive ones
but a newly born horizon

HUNDE WOLLT IHR EWIG LEBEN ?

Noone wants to live forever
it’s boring enough as it is
but why consider suicide
if there is so much more to learn

Noone wants to die healthy
intoxication is a way of life
complaining is for stupid people
let’s enjoy the decay

refr. Hunde ,wollt ihr ewig leben ?
Hunde, wollt ihr ewig sein ?
there is no guilt
there is no homeland
and happiness is a waste of time

dying young ? i’m a romantic coward
being fooled is not my thing
there is a chance we might still make it
but don’t hold on to what you have

there is a void
that i look for
and sometimes like
but when i’m gone
i don’t mind
going on.

MAXIMUM SPARE RIBS

Beaver diver
jungle joker
boiling coffee kill
kidney keeper
loser weeper
mighty microbe wave
kiss us and you’ll know what’s happiness

now do you know where i can touch you
now do you want a life-insurance policy ?

make up wake up
lady fake up
taxi driver’s gas
road to hostage
float on roast beef
grazy carrot juice
kiss us and you’ll know what lips are for

run for cover
eat your lover
conquer combat clench
clever boiler
fuzzy toiler
falls right off the bench
kiss us and be cheerful for a change

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

Who's afraid of anyone ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
who might be our back-tan man ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
who is sitting on my knee ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
who might have a wounded bee ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)

questions and answers and questions and answers

Why is there a thing like me ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
why do fishes swim in sea ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
who's the hippest man alive ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
who is doing all the jive ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)

questions and answers and questions and answers

Can i speak with my mouth closed ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
does my ass look like a rose ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
does my body tell a lie ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)
will my guy sing in the sky ?
(the back the hips the shoulders)

questions and answers and questions and answers

Bob & Eveline in Krsko

RUNNING HOME

Runs like fading water
runs like my TV
do whatever you oughtta
don’t do it to me
let me lead a breeding life
that nails me to the floor
let me lead my daring life
in charge of the backdoor

running home
i’m allways
running home

i sit in auntie’s cupboard
watching the TV
waiting for expectations
but not for the part of me
i fade in running water
soon i shall arrive
like a taste of information fodder
also known as life

running home
i’m allways
running home

i watch these daily pleasures
voluntarily
trying these inhalations
like a hole trinity
i stopped to call it water
soon i will be back
with my bit of exclamation fodder
known as inner flag

running home
i’m allways
running home

DAY OF THE PROMS

Don’t confuse me with the facts
coz’ mine is the perfect world

if you love me i bet you don’t agree
that being true is untalented jealousy
just a big hole in the back of your head
might be a step towards bathing in lead
loveable things
that make places turn pink
the loveable thinks
she’s an interesting spot on the map of your heart

don’t confuse me with the facts
coz’ mine is a better world

nothing really matters as the summer ends
and dead friends meet
nothing really matters but we like to stay
on deadpan feet

love had flavours i think you must agree
your true love feels like stitches on a bended knee
cry for yourself and a shadow of doubt
why don’t you merge with the enchanting crowd
beautiful lies that make places turn pink
the beautiful lies on a general bench
in the back of your head

nothing reallu matters but we like to play
on deadpan feet
shoulders carry boulders we don’t trade our souls
but smell it’s greed

FILL HER UP

Where is the jerrycan
where is our jerrycan ?
we want our jerrycan
filled up with diesel

this is no joke
we want it now
or we will die
we’ll sit at the side of the road
and we will die

Lukas & Eveline in Krsko

JUGGERNAUT

Mistaken for a rocket
got a bible in his pocket
and her ripe toes are glowing confused

left her blowing in her socket
couldn’t leave her, couldn’t lock it
but these pet hearts are bound to fuse

in a bell jar
in a new bell jar

chasing backdoor snails
mailing chastity rails
nailing cartboard wails
bedlam bail

got a railway in my twitch
said it’s pulling the switch
now the pace to keep is low pitch

in a bell jar
in a new bell jar

as the dogs are barking
and the larks are larking
let the eye-lash step out it’s home

i’m a larva lover
let’s be mean to eachother
let’s inaugurate the pleasure dome

in a bell jar
in a new bell jar

MAIL

Mail is basically everything
that you send by post

like dead alligators
or broken harleys
or stuffed potatoes
in a box

there’s just one condition ;
it has to be
properly adressed

to make the mail
travel to the
mentioned adress
you by stamps
and glue them on the mail

glueing isn’t so
difficult
you just lick the back of the stamp.

WHAT’S THE USE OF CRYING WHEN THE WOLVES HAVE ARRIVED
label : zzzzzz-records / Z6-991

release : 1th of july, 2001
Dit is de tweede cd van de Nederlands/Amerikaanse duo ‘AA Kismet’. Was de eersteling, ‘Where’s The Rest Of Me ?’ nog een poging om op eigen voorwaarde tot een ‘perfecte’ popplaat te komen, bij deze tweede CD is er van dit loffelijk streven weinig meer te merken. Opgenomen en geproduceerd in een boerenschuur op het Zuid-Franse platteland houdt het geluid het midden tussen geavanceerde lo-fi en slordig perfectionisme. Uitgangspunt bleef wel het schrijven binnen ‘song’-achtige structuren maar er werd wel de vrijheid genomen daar op zelf gekozen momenten van af te wijken. Het oordeel is aan de luisteraar.

Bob Drake (USA), woont momenteel in Frankrijk maar was als studiotechnicus werkzaam in Los Angeles waar hij de favoriete technicus was van veel hip-hop acts, oa. Ice Cube die hem zelfs nog op een van zijn cd’s uitscheldt. Verder deed hij studiowerk voor oa. Peters Sellars, Ike & Tina Turner en Quincy Jones. Zijn eigen muziek begaf zich altijd meer op experimenteel gebied. Naast zijn solo werk speelde hij oa. in The Nudes, the 5 uu’s, Thinking Plague, the Science Group en Hail.
discografie ; AA Kismet ‘where’s the rest of me ?” (1999, ADM Records)

Songteksten

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

I never had you
I never met you
we both drink booze
we both do drugs

i’m a pervert
you’re a retard
i like your body
you like my mind

we are the beautiful people

i make you cry
you make me puke
i give you crabs
you give me aids

we are the beautiful people

we don’t have time
we don’t have money
we fuck like rabbits
we die like pigs

we are the beautiful people
we are the beautiful people

i struggled all my life
for sanity and logic
now i’m fat and exhausted
and dying for a kiss.

fear is not an option

i go places I’ve never been
as fear is not an option
i try to see what’s behind the scenes
coz’ fear is not an option
i try to appreciate the virtues of modern life
and modern death

I might be equally confused
I know what i don’t want.
i don’t know what i want.
but I don’t let bad hair days
spoil good bald nights
I’ll get what i deserve
and i deserve what i ask for

And one thing i sense in you is a big bang,
a lot of powder but quite adamantine.
i like that very much,
as it lays under your love and care
and I hope someday
we can have a generate another view

i can’t think of anything else to send you but love,
so here it is :
love

i go places I’ve never been
as fear is not an option
i try to see what’s behind the scenes
coz’ fear is not an option
i try to appreciate the virtues of modern love
while you are gone

HOW I LOST MY LEG

i was in love with an ultra right wing politician
he was so cute when he spoke about
the great leader and whiteland for the whites

we organised a meeting in a hotel
on the beautiful countryside
for our loyal friends and supporters
but some leftist actionists came uninvited
and set the place on fire

my beloved one was the first to get out
but i wasn’t so lucky
to escape the flames i had to jump out
of the window of the first floor of the hotel
i landed on my leg
oh how it hurt !
the doctor said they’d better cut it off
and they did

this is how i lost my leg

s l i c k s o n g

as i washed my hands in the rivers of innocence
i just knew i’d meet you there

as we strolled along the path of freedom
we found out what we were about

r.
they call me slick
but I don’t care
I just don’t know anything
worth dying for
but I’m ready
allways ready to learn

well i sold my house and bought a car
didn’t care about a so-called home

and i made my tracks into oblivion
i just had to catch that self-bult sun

r.
they call me slick
but I don’t care
I just don’t know anything
worth dying for
but I’m ready
allways ready to learn

there are minds in the catbird seat
but who cares where they’ll roam
what i have is a simple need
a wish to be with you
don’t want to know the truth
just care about the blue
and you

smellpophit

i love you
i hope you love me too
when we kiss
it feels like xanadu

tomorrow
it’s just another day
this moment
is the act to play

what i like about you...
you smell so funny

there’s no chance
we’ll survive the night
but before
i’ll come and hold you tight

tomorrow
i’ll have to change my shoes
there’s nothing there
that can expell my blues

what i like about you...
you smell so funny

funny are your clothes
and funny is your head
but the funniest thing about you
is the scent of your breath

the thread

there’s no excuse i know
for running out of luck
i must have missed a cue
i must have failed a test
i’m looking for
a management that solves ideas

i’d rather be alone
got nothing to enjoy
got nothing else to fear
then nothing much to say
look for new likes
that manage to dissolve my dears

the thread is gone
no door can remain closed

i’m waiting for a chance
a way to flog the chain
i’m hoping for a break
and get my share of gain
look for new deals
that wave their brakes as waverbrakes

D U C K

we’d go to the beach and swim naked
me, and the two girls
one of them was a lesbian,
she’d complain about my dick
but what could i do ?
cut it off ?
say ; “ sorry that it exists “ ?
well, the baywatch would wait
for them to come out of the water
and they’d wait in the waves
for the baywatch to go away
and i’d sit on a blanket
and read a book

what’s the use of crying
when the wolves have arrived ?

another time, another beach
a bunch of drug-crazed drunken punks
Jack would show his dick in a funny way
Pete showed his butt and all were impressed
by his smithereen ass
we’d sleep in the room of some guy who was on speed
the guy said ; “sleep in my bed, i don’t mind’
he sat in a chair ,shaking his head as
if he was listening to some peculiar swinging sounds
i fell asleep, looking at his timeless timekeeping
the next morning, i woke up and there he was ;
still sitting in the chair, still shaking his head

what’s the use of crying
when the wolves have arrived ?

a flip-out about lining up at the postoffice
the guy starts screaming at me,
he is completely whacked out
what strikes me most are his dead eyes he
hits me on the head as
i am about to kick him with my rubber boots
he showshis knife ...i call him a junkie
he goes mad, reaches into his pocket
i expect a gun
but it’s a bunch of banknotes
and a mobile phone
which he fumbles into my face,
mumbling “ am I a junkie huh, what’s this then huh,
you call me a junkie, what’s this then huh ?”

what’s the use of crying
when the wolves have arrived ?

I LOVE TO WATCH

let’s cook on tv
all i wanna be
is a cook on tv

the inside scoop
i want the inside scoop

let’s watch another boring movie

i love you mom
i love you dad
i love to watch
you get wasted in bed

where no man has ever dwelled before
i ain’t going there

i like to watch
just as long as it moves
i watch

let’s talk on tv
all i wanna hear
is some talk on tv

Mobile

so small talk became big business
and next continent became next door
your talk is like a magnet baby
and i can’t stay awake

my only home is a mobile phone (yeah)

information never stops
i want to wake up in a world
that never stops giving
information about information
about more
information

my only home is a mobile phone

and time could be saved with
information about saving time
and if you save time by giving information
about saving time, you save time,
precious time,
which you can spend
obtaining more information
about saving time

my only home is a mobile phone

i am here now
i want you to share this moment with me
i just stepped in some dogshit
and i ate a piece of the cake
i am living now
not later
never before
i am
living
now

and my only home
is a mobile phone

SELF MUTATION

Sometimes i wish
i could take my voice
out of my body
and put it in a box

sometimes i wish
i could take my blood
out of my body
and put it in a can

sometimes i think
i’m an elevator
with all the lights blinking
and no floor to go to
and noone in me
so i can be independent of me

in this world
i lock out all bad things
that keep me from
perpetration

sometimes i wish
i could take my thoughts
out of my head
and put them on the table
so i can watch them
and smash them with my fist
if they move...

THE BAD ELVIS

if you’re in the
downer’s league,
raise your arm.
it’ll cheer you up

if you’re in a
league of your own
take some uppers
they will bring you down

maybe i depress you
but you depress me
we depress each other
something profoundly boring
is going on between us
so let’s hope for the best
let’s be tender ghosts

why should i try
to live on or die
if i can’t love you
you might be
the bad elvis
but you’re the only
one we have