A SLAP
(V. Robinson)

SHE’S INCESSANT INSENSIBLE
- MALICIOUSLY DIVINE
SHE’S GOT NO SENCE OF PRIDE
IN HER THICKNESS OF HIDE
CONTEMPTUOUS AND CONTRIVED
SHE CANNOT DRAW THE LINE
SHE RUNS HER FINGER UP AND DOWN
YOUR SPINE

SHE’S GOT NO MERCY FOR MISERY
- VINDICTIVE AND OBSCENE
DEVIOUS AND DISTANT
- OH SHE’S MEAN, SHE’S MEAN, SHE’S MEAN!
YOU BETTER REALIZE
SHE’LL TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE
AND SHE CANNOT DRAW THE LINE
SHE RUNS HER FINGER UP AND DOWN
YOUR SPINE

AND SHE PUTS YOU INTO BED
AND SHE GIVES YOU A SLAP
A SLAP, A SLAP, A SLAP A SLAP A SLAP
SHE TURNS YOU UPSIDE DOWN
AND TWIST YOUR INSIDE OUT
SHE SHAKES YOU THROUGH AND THROUGH
AND SAYS: ”BOYS YOU’RE OUT OF LUCK!”

OH THAT DELICIOUS EMPTY FEELING
OF KNOWING YOU’VE BEEN HAD
A PURL OF PAIN AND FEAR!
- I’M SO GLAD SHE’S BAD - SHE’S BAD!
THAT VICIOUS SENSOUS CIRCLE
THAT WRAPS YOU LIKE A GLOVE
AND HITS YOU IN THE STOMACH
- THIS MONEYFUCKING LOVE -



SUFFOCATION
(V. Robinson)

SUFFOCATING -
IN A DREAM THAT FEELS LIKE LOVE
(HAVE A BIGGIE AND SOME
CAULIFLOWERCHEESE)
GETTING BRAINWASHED
EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY
(POCHED EGGS AND SOME
PINEAPPLEJUICE)

WHERE’S MY MONEY?
YOU’RE NOT GOING INTO TOWN
WITH MY MONEY!
WHERE’S ”MORWINNER”?
YOU’RE NOT GOING INTO TOWN
WITH THAT SINNER!
PHANTOMLICKER IS JUST GETTING SICKER -
AND YOU KNOW HOW I HATE TO GET STUCK

YOU GOT TO:
GET THIS DO THAT -
DO YOUR BEST TO PLEASE
GET THIS DO THAT -
GET MY FAVOURITE CHEESE
GET THIS DO THAT -
SHOW ME YOU NEED ME
KEEP THE FAMILYPEACE

YOUR SWALLOWING ME -
AND IT FEELS JUST LIKE LOVE
(AND SOME CAULIFLOWERCHEESE)
SWEET SECURITY -
DOESN’T SEEM TO BE ENOUGH
(TURN THE VIDEO ON DARLING)
GOTTA GET DOPED OUT -
IF I DON’T MANAGE TO GET OUT OF HERE
(HERE’S THE MIRROR -
AND HAVE SOME MORE OF THESE)



LONELY
(m: S. Brüel / t: V. Robinson)

IT TAKES A LOT TO SAY I’M NOT
DEPENDING ON YOU
IT TAKES SOME MORE TO MAKE YOU SURE
YOU’VE GOT THE CURE
YOU MAKE ME TOUGH
YOU TURN ME ALL SOFT
YOU MAKE IT ALL SO GOOD BEING CLOSE
AND THEN

YOU MAKE ME SO LONELY
YEAH, YOU MAKE ME BELIEVE
I’M ONLY
HERE LIVING JUST FOR YOU
AND NOT A BIT FOR WHAT I DO

I MAKE A PLOT AND BUILD IT UP
IT’S JUST TO MOVE YOU
IT’S SUCH A SHAME
I HAVE TO KEEP YOU FRAMED
TO FEEL SECURE
WE’RE BUILDING LOT OF WALLS
ALLWAYS TRYING TO RECALL
WHO BOUND US FOR
THIS BLIND DEAF COURSE
AND HOW

YOU MAKE ME SO LONELY
YEAH, YOU’RE WAKING ME UP
I’M ONLY
DOING WHAT I DO
MAKES ME FORGET ABOUT YOU

YOU MAKE ME BELIEVE - I’M FALLING
YOU MAKE ME RECIEVE - YOUR’E CALLING

TAKE ALL I’VE GOT - JUST TAKE THE LOT
THEN MABY SO - YOU
MOVE ALONG AND STRONG AND PROVES
YOU ARE THE ONLY
YOU’RE PICKING IT ALL UP
YOU’RE LIVING IT ALL OUT
YOU MAKE IT WORTH MAKING IT REAL
CAUSE

YOU MAKE ME SO LONELY
NO NOONES AROUND
SO LONELY
LOVE FOOLED ME
LOVE FOOLED ME



SYLVIA HEARTACHER
(m: S. Brüel / t: V. Robinson)

IT WAS A RAINY NIGHT
I COULDN’T FIND A PLACE TO CRASH
NOONE INSIGHT
- BUT THIS WOMAN LOOKING
FOR AN EASY CATCH
”I’M A PUBLIC ENEMY” SHE SAID
”BUT I STILL LIKE YOU!
- WHY DON’T WE GO BACK TO MY PLACE
YOU CAN SLEEP ON THE COUCH.”

I HAD THIS FUNNY FEELING
WHEN WE WALKED DOWN TO HER PLACE
SHE WAS A BIT TOO KEEN
AND A BIT TOO OUTSPACED -
SHE LOOKED AT ME WITH HER BIG GREY EYES
AND SAID: ”MY HOME IS MY CASTLE . . .”
THE PLACE WAS IN A MESS

SYLVIA HEARTACHER
HOW CAN I BELIEVE
SYLVIA HEARTACHER
WHAT YOU REVEAL?

I SPENT THE NIGHT THERE
I HAD NO CHOISE
BUT TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH
IT WASN’T MY IDEA OF REJOICE
THERE WAS NO COUCH
NO THERE WAS ONLY HER BED
SO OFF COURSE I HAD TO GO
AND SLEEP WITH HER INSTEAD

SYLVIA HEARTACHER
DIDN’T THINK TWICE
SYLVIA HEARTACHER
HAS NO PRICE

”YOU BETTER START SWIMMING NOW”
SHE SAID, ”OR ELSE YOU’LL DROWN!
YOU’RE ON FOREIGN WATERS NOW
SO PLEASE DON’T BRING ME DOWN . . .”

SHE CARRIED ON AN ON
TRYING HARD TO PLEASE
OUTSIDE HER WINDOW
THE SOUND OF THE SEA -

NEXT MORNING I WAS BACK ON THE STREETS
I MET SOMEONE AND SHE SAID -
”WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”
I TOLD WHAT HAPPENED TO ME
THE NIGHT BEFORE
SO I GOT WISER
CAUSE SHE TOLD ME SO -

”NOONE EVER SLEEPS WITH
SYLVIA HEARTACHER
STAYING THE NIGHT IS EVEN WORSE
NOBODY SLEEPS WITH
SYLVIA HEARTACHER
NOONE EVER KISSED HER ON HER LIPS"


WALKING
(V. Robinson)

THINK TOO LOUD, I’M BREAKING IT DOWN
DEFENSIVE AND PROUD
MOVING MY WAY IN TO CONTRADICTIONS
WE AINT GOT TIME TO RECOGNIZE
ARGUING ABOUTT A GENTLE SOUND
BECOMING LOUD, IT’S GETTING LOUD
OUR LOVING HAS GONE ASTRAY
GOTTA GET AWAY, JUST TO MAKE YOU STAY

AND I’M WALKING DOWN THE STREET
AT NIGHT
DEAD OR ALIVE
HAVEN’T GOT A FRIEND INSIDE
DEAD OR ALIVE

FEEL TOO FAST, I’M THINKING TO SLOW
ACT TOO BAD
BUT I’M TURNING MY EYES
TO ANOTHER VISION
TRYING TO SEE FROM YOUR INSIDE
WRONG DIRECTION -
THERE’S NO REFLECTION
IT’S GETTING DARK, IT’S GETTING DARK
SWEET LOVING HAS GONE AWAY
GOTTA GET AWAY BEFORE I GO ASTRAY

AND I’M WALKING DOWN . . . .


WRONG TONIGHT
(m: S. Brüel / t: V. Robinson)

YOU TREAT ME WRONG TONIGHT
CAUSE YOU CAN
AND THEN YOU RUN AND HIDE
YOU DON’T CARE
AS YOU JUST SAID TO ME
WAY BEFORE -
”LOOK HERE, LOVE HAS NO END - HONEY
DOES IT MATTER? TIME IS SPEND”

WE GET INTO A FIGHT
YOU’RE UNFAIR
YOU TREAT ME WRONG AGAIN
OFF COURSE YOU CAN
EXTASY YOU CAN GIVE - HONEY
YOU TREAT ME BETTER AND GO AWAY

YOU MAKE ME FEEL JUST LIKE A LITTLE GIRL
LONG TIME AGO
AND THEN WHEN EVERYTHING
TURNED OUT BAD
YOU HAD TO GO
AND IF YOU THINK YOU JUST HAD ENOUGH
DON’T TRY TO SAY
IT DIDN’T WORK IT JUST DIDN’T SHOW
DON’T TURN AWAY

YOU TREAT ME BETTER AND GO AWAY




COSMO
(V. Robinson)

EVERYWHERE SHE GOES
IT’S THE SAME OLD STORY:
SHE’S BEEN THERE BEFORE -
PERFUME IN THE AIR
REMINDS HER OF SOMEONE
BUT NOT WHAT FOR -
NAME HER ANY PLACE
SHE’S CHECKED THE FOOD OUT
SERVED ON A PLATE
AND SHE’LL NEVER NEVER SAY
IF SHE WILL MOVE ON
OR STAY AND WAIT

SHE’S A COSMOPOLITICAL WOMAN
GOING HOME WHEN SHE IS GOING AWAY
COSMOPOLITICAL WOMAN
COMING, GOING - NEVER KNOWING
WHEN OG WHERE

ANYWHERE SHE GOES
SHE CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE
SHE CAN’T RECALL -
HAS TOO MUCH EXPERIENCE
COMPARED TO OTHERS
SO WHY LEAVE AT ALL?
SHE SAYS: ”ALL THOSE TINY TOWNS
WITH THEIR TINY FACES
IT’S SUCH A BORE -
WHAT THEY REALLY REALLY NEED
IS A GOOD INNOVATION
TO HIT THE SCORE”

SHE’S A COSMOPOLITICAL WOMAN . . . .

SHE’S SO INTERNATIONAL
SHE’S SO INTERNATIONAL
SHE’S A NOT POLITICAL
SHE’S SO INTERNATIONAL



SUNDAE SCHOOL
(V. Robinson)

SHE’S SEND TO SUNDAYS SCHOOL
HER FRIEND IS COMING TOO
THEY’RE SITTING ON THE BACKSEAT
SNIFFING UP THE GLUE
THEY’RE GETTING VERY BORED
THERE’S NOTHING THERE TO DO
THEY DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY’RE GOING TO
MAYBE TO THE TUBE

SLIPPING AWAY, SLIPPING AWAY
CAN’T BRING HER BACK - SHE’S GONE
FOR THE DAY

1 - 2 - 3 - 4
THE STATIONS THEY KEEP PASSING BY
HER FRIEND DECIDES SHE’S FAR TOO HIGH
SHE’S GETTING VERY WEAK
SHE’S SLIPPING OF THE SEAT
- ”I TOLD YOU ONES - I TOLD YOU TWICE -
YOU’RE NOT ACTING VERY NICE!
I SAID - I LEAVE YOU IF YOU FREAK
AND PEOPLE THINK WE’RE CHEAP!”

SLIPPING AWAY . . . .

”GET UP FROM THAT FILTHY FLOOR SALLY!!”
”BUT I’M SO STONED …”
”PEOPLE STARE AT US”
”I WANT MY MUMMY!”
”ALL RIGHT” - SO YOU WANT ME TO GET YOUR
DADDY AS WELL?!”
”NO NO NOT MY DADDY! I JUST WANT MY
MUMMY.”
”BUT YOUR MUMMY GOES:
BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA”
”OH - I DON’T THINK
I WANT NEITHER OF THEM
- I JUST WANNA STAY HERE …”
”GOD! YOU’RE DISGUSTING!
I’M GONNA LEAVE YOU!
- YOU HEAR?!”

SHE LEAVES HER FRIEND THERE
ON THE FLOOR
AND MAKES HER WAY TO THE DOOR
SHE CAN’T HANDLE ANYMORE
THIS IS JUST ANOTHER BORE -
SHE HATES THE HIPPIES AND THE PUNKS
SHE’S INTO ”INDIVIDUAL FRONT”
SHE LOVE TO LOOK AT THOSE BIZARRE
- BUT NEVER GOES TOO FAR

SLIPPING AWAY . . . .













MEDVIRKENDE PÅ TYFOON CD’EN:


Sanne Brüel: Vokal, keyboards, mundharpe
Vibe Robinson: Bas
Birgitte (Bjørn) Pedersen: Guitar
Mette Mathiesen: Trommer
Tira Skamby Madsen: Percussion
Lotte Anker: Solosax
Rebecca Brüel: Kor
Kaya Brüel: Kor

Simon Harder: Guitar på: Reason, Pretty E.
og Sylvia H.
Lars Lavent: Akk.guitar på: Reason
Bjarne Lindenhoff: Kor-Saxer på: A slap,
Sundae S. og Cosmo
Lars Kirkegaard: Harmonika og kor på: Cosmo
Mette Mathiesen: Kor på: Suffocation og Cosmo
Claus Stenner: Kor på: Cosmo

Musik og tekster: Vibe Robinson & Sanne Brüel
(m: musik. t: tekst)
Arr.: Sanne Brüel & Vibe Robinson

Producere: Sanne Brüel & Vibe Robinson
Teknik og Mastering: Lars Kirkegaard
Mixet af: Aske Jacoby og Lars Kirkegaard
Cover: Sanne Brüel
Cover fotos: Christina Voigt
Bandfotos: Stine Ljungdahl og
Lone Gudmundsson

Optaget i Kirkegaarden’s Studie,
V. Skerninge fra april 1998 til marts 1999