@ALBUM: Work (1981) The Nits are: Henk Hofstede Vocals, keyboards Rob Kloet Drums Michiel Peters Vocals, guitars Axel Roelofs Bass, keyboards Note : These are the lyrics as they appear on the CD booklet. If any additions or corrections are to be made, please drop a line : Pascal Mouret (pascal@bofix.univ-mrs.fr) @SONG: The Lodger (Hofstede) He likes the cold winter nights And the dark afternoons The lodger When there are shadows behind Every window and blind The lodger There's another murder in the news today He kills only women always blondes they say They hear the sound of a car Keep the front door ajar The lodger He saw the sign and it said They had breakfast and bed The lodger Behind the thick green curtain Everybody's whipering @SONG: Footprint (Hofstede) Scar between the shoulders Scar on the back of his head The sole between the shoulders The heel on the back of his head Mother said it looks like a footprint And she knows it very well Mother said it looks like a footprint And she's hiding it very well Dark spot on the baby He'll never be that strong His face upon the carpet He's waiting for so long So long so long so long so long Mother said it looks like a footprint And she knows it very well Footsteps in the backroom He knows there's something wrong His face upon the carpet He never felt so strong So strong so strong so strong @SONG: Hobbyland (Peters) My world There's no love lost between Me and this old great big world That will never change So I made my own one In my own time true to scale In my own house My world Little shops and little houses Tiny trains that always run on time Little men and little ladies Everyone there is a friend of mine My world In my own time In my own house @SONG: Empty Room (Hofstede) I opened the window You opened the door This room needs some air This room needs a new broom Sun in an empty room Sun in an empty room on the wall I looked through the window And you walked through the door This room needs some air This room needs a clean floor Sun in an empty room Sunlight in empty room @SONG: Umbrella Army (Peters) Posters invite him To visit a sunny wonderland The hostess invites him And offers to take him by the hand He won't run to catch his train Umbrella army walking in the rain Do as so many visit Europe by train Down at the station He's one in a crowd that's dressed in grey He won't run to catch his train Daily commuters The same routine each and every day He won't run to catch his train @SONG: Slip of the Tongue (Hofstede) Beware of the slip of the tongue Don't say nothing When the company is wrong You smile and they're shaking your hand When you're older you will understand So you be silent @SONG: Tables and Chairs (Peters) Tables and chairs Do not like one another They bite in each others legs Tables See how they're neatly grouped together They are a table and four chairs See how they're peacefully Standing together They are two pairs two matching Tables and chairs do like each other @SONG: Red Tape (Hofstede) She was always thinking That the others were the losers And that they could [never?] kill her too This is the official word Now welcome to the papers And the forms are waiting here for you It didn't work at all She couldn't stand or fall Queing up for counters She was standing there for hours And then someone told her It is closed Bureaucrat tie and hat Disappearing like a ghost It didn't work at all She couldn't stand or fall Late at night the kids in bed She's looking at the TV screen One more night she's talking to The window of the washing machine @SONG: Buildings (Peters) The buildings was always One step ahead of me Gonna beat it at its own game I'm always looking Up at my building And the shadow that is hanging over me Jump to conclusions From the eighty-second storey Jump to conclusions From the eighty-second floor Jump to conclusions From the eighty-second storey Jump to conclusions Couldn't take it anymore Buildings are looking Over my shoulder They are dominating like my wife Buildings are looking Over my shoulder They are going to wreck my life @SONG: Hands of the Watch (Hofstede) It's almost midnight now Getting cold in Rome The hands of the watch they turn Turn without mercy I'm counting every hour Must be a new delay Wait on a suitcase Tomorrow tonight and today Spent the last coin I had On water and sandwiches The hands of the watch they turn Turn without mercy @SONG: Man-Friday (Peters) It wasn't there before What is he doing here The only to survive The island saved my life Man-Friday What is he doing here A stranger in my land What brought him there today The weekend close at hand I gotta find my man I kill him if I can Man-Friday A footprint in the sand It wasn't there before A stranger in my land What did he come here for Man-Friday @SONG: Suddenly I Met Your Face (Hofstede) Right behind her in revolving doors In the window of a passing train Talking shadow in a telephone box I was running She was walking It was one of those rainy days I was looking She was turning SUddenly I met your face @SONG: Umbrella Army II (Peters) [Instrumental] @SONG: Goodbye, Mr Chips ! (Peters) [Instrumental] @SONG: Oriental Skies (Peters) Under oriental skies A yellow sun is shining Under oriental skies A bloodred sun is dying Where will it go Where will it take me Where will it go Where will it take me to You'll never get to the heart The heart of the matter You'll never get to the point You only scratch the surface Why can't you see Why can't you see it Why can't you see it clear Down by the river a thousand Red flowers in bloom A woman is silently rowing her Boat to the sea Tomorrow there will be Another beautiful day