Koufax

Hard Times Are In Fashion

TRACKINGLISTING:

01. why bother at all
02. back and forth
03. isabelle
04. blind faith
05. get us sober
06. five years of madness
07. trouble will find you
08. stephen james
09. a sad man´s face
10. her laughter
11. colour us Canadian


WHY BOTHER AT ALL
Where you born without a thought or cause, yet alone or care? I know damn well that it’s hardto sell a book or class. The mess we’re in- I want to know how we got here? How tthe hell we got here? Someone just give us hope. Rescue us. Rescue us from the kids in their homes who won’t speak to us. They just laugh at us saying, „Why bother learning- it just gets you nowhere. We’re asleep through schooling because the book they weren’t worth reading. Why bother listening, when it’s lies repeated?“ This ist he age of no feeling. All we’re trying to do is make some sense of a tv se- a face to respect, albeit hardly dressed. Only fort the modern time, I’ll have to say what the public wants is what it gets. What it wants is what it will gets. Someone just give us hope. Rescue us. Rescue us from the kids in their homes who won’t speak to us. They just laugh at us saying, „Why bother learning- it just gets you nowhere. We’re asleep through schooling because the books they won’t worth reading. Yeah, why bother voting, when we know they’re cheating?“ This the age of no feelin. Why bother learning Why bother reading Well the why bother speaking Why brother breathing Yeah, why bother at all.

BACK AND FORTH
We can go back and forth on this one. Always in denial about a president evidently cheating through that awful smile.You say it’s such a shame, such a shame, when we travel where we’re from we deny. You can move away, move away, or expatriate in a little while. They’ll say, „You’re foolished kid. You have no clue what has been told or told to you. Well, perhaps a phase or just your age, why does it seem that you’re saving face from the question we ask?“ With face so miserable, are you allright? Are you well? With a voice so horrible, are you allright? Are you well? You are really look terrible. That’s allright, you wear it well. We should moving forth on this one. Never askin why German kids politics we’re hearing more and more each time. Just in twenty days, weh ad heard enought to know why there exists today this new and awkward divide. How we all wear it well.

ISABELLE
A gorgeous face stuck waiting tables. „Move to LA and work entertainment!“ A clever lie can multiply into a hell, a hell, a hell. Dealing with shit accomodiation. She’s always fifteen minutes fram willing and able. Rehearsing lines over lives, she’ll do it well. Come back Isabelle Oh Isabelle you weren’t meant fort he city. Come back Isabelle Oh Isabelle You must miss sincerity. I’m asking you to stopp your fuss, yeah would you come back to us? A simple twist sealing the fate og talentless people made to live the lie, or was it life? We cannot tell. Oh Isabelle

BLIND FAITH
Sold to war. Don’t hesitate to support a leader’s praise. This he knows. A make or break of faith. Blind faith. Mothers want and need to know where and why there sons must go. Overseas, the times moves slowly each day. Good-bye blind faith. It will will keep them honest if we can keep them to it. Yeah, it makes them honest if we can keep them on to it.Don’ t try to say that you don’t know what war does, ort hat you don’t know why we say good-bye to blind faith.

GET US SOBER
Giving up on determination, there never was a better taste than the first drink since being sober. Give us only a taste. And we’ve thrown out Stepps and programms for rooms with dim lightning. After eight months going nowhere, weh ad no reason to leave. Replacing outsides and daylight with Iriish Whiskey. Every paycheck dodges deposit. There a bills we must pay. And it’s all we’ve been told by the demons who control our usual days. Our usual days. Which ones we cannot name. Losing track of time and date. Though it sounds strange, these are our usual days. Our usual days. There’s no more outsides. No more daylights. Good-bye sunshine. They’re all replaced. All replaced By what we’ve been told by the demons who control. Just what have we been sold? Our usual days.

FIVE YEARS OF MADNESS
All grossed up having a fantastic time. In love, never forcing smiles. No one ever likes to commit- it’s the age we’re living in. Will we ever miss the mischief we’ve found on the Reeperbahn? Keep quiet son. Just keeo smiling. Keep quiet son. Yeah, just keep smiling. Now I’m fed up with what became a replica of what was once a honest love. All her wanderlust and world desire- I just got dragged along. I didn’t want to drive, but i got stuck with the stress from the Autobahn. Five years of marriage was five years madness. I know I have dug this own hole.

TROUBLE WILL FIND YOU
Dodging work at all hours. When anyone asks, you tell them we’re on it. Your clever kid cash register tricks don’t add too much. How’s your sleep now? It’s all over town that the only problem is you don’t shut your mouth. Trouble, it will find you when you’ve nothing to do. Trouble, it will find you when you’ve nothing to lose. It could go on forever. On someone else’s dime for most of the time. You’re petty thief quised as an employee. How’s your sleep now? It’s known all over town that the only problem is you don’t shut your mouth. Trouble, it will find you.

STEPHEN JAMES
„It’s the last time we’re telling you’s ... we’re not fucking around.“ Stephen James, Stephen James. He’s our neighbor. Working on model trains is his behavior. We never saw this as strange until the day we overheard. Stephen James, Stephen James. Our dearest neiighbor. Never took holiday or any favors. We never saw him as strange until the day we overheard. „It’s the last time we’re telling you’s ... we’re not fucking around. You’ve got thirteen hours to get out of this town. What we gave you, has it sold through? We’re not fucking around. It’s the last time we telling you to get out.“ We overheard two larger men explain a debt thatt they wanted. And how they recommend that he sell to friends to make this happen.

A SAD MAN’S FACE
Why the face, haven’t you had enough workless days? We’ve given up on telling jokes. No, we can’t even crack a smile on this sad man’s face. Going out of his way to point out and explain what’s wrong with the world. Every obese boy and girl will takt he cake. Years and years of hard living. And you’re stuckwith bitter opinions. We have a question. Ist his your impression of the states? You’ve been to a few, and the wrong ones always do leave a sour taste. Every announcement professed was of course negative to folks who’ve done him no harm. But he kept on moving his mouth, taking everyone down. You won’t see a smile on this sad man’s face.

HER LAUGHTER
I can hardly what it was like. Where do all our childhood memeories like to hide. Such an innocent time. Slowly it comes to me. A charming wife working days in a city, never asking why as a mother of five. Inseperable, It’s impossible for us to forget. Her laughter is what we’ll miss. And singing those high octaves, in which only she could it. No, I don’t want to remember 1989. The year we firdt learned of cancer. Taking its sweet in taking her life.

COLOUR US CANADIAN
We didn’t think very hard about where we came from. And how that in itselfdo us so wrong. We didn’t bother to learn anyone else’s language. You don’t need many words for a drunk conversation. As we traveled through each foreign land. We heard their jokes, and we wanted in. So, we called ourselves Canadian. Yeah, colour us Canadian. We’re all stopped at the boarder. No one’s getting through. This passport once was golden- guess that’s no longer true. It wasn’t drugs or cash- all that used to matter. It was a simple stare and we know not to feel flattered. When did it all go wrong? I’d like to know. We’d call ourselves Canadian- anything but American.