Mein Dachboden

The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist 

frontier psychiatrist


Is dexter ill, is dexter ill, is dexter ill
Is dexter ill today, mr kirk, dexter’s in school
I’m afraid he’s not, miss fishborne
Dexter’s truancy problem is way out of hand
The baltimore county school board have decided to expel
Dexter from the entire public school system

Oh mr kirk, i’m as upset as you to learn of dexter’s truancy
But surely, expulsion is not the answer!
I’m afraid expulsion is the only answer
It’s the opinion of the entire staff that dexter is criminally insane

That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic,
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch! what does that mean?
You’re a nut! you’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? that boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let’s have it to you
On the count of three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth

Avalanches is above, business continues below
Did i ever tell you the story about
Cowboys! bit , bit bitches and the indians and, fron, frontier psychiatrist
I… i felt strangely hypnotised
I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls
And milk! rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball
And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin
I promise my girlfriend i’d… the violin, violin, violin …

Frontier psychiatrist
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier

That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch, what does that mean?
You’re a nut! you’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? that boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let’s have a tune
Now when i count three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth

Frontier psychiatrist

Can you think of anything else that talks, other than a person?
Uh ohh… uh oh, a bird! yeah!
Sometimes a parrot talks
Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!
Yes, some birds are funny when they talk
Can you think of anything else
A record, record, record !

(Source: bokunojose)

IAMX live @ KenFM on radio Fritz with the German version of “Bernadette” on 10th April 2011.

German lyrics by Christopher Anthony Corner:

Ich und du sind im Spielhaus,
leben unter Schleiern,
wir gehen hier nie wieder raus.
Nostalgie bringt nicht Freud’ noch Fried’.
Wir sind allein, und dieses Lied.

Abschalten von den Giften,
Augen auf und durch, in Toleranz bewältigen.
Ein Vermögen gewann der Waffenmann.
Wir sind allein, kein Notausgang.

Bernadette, du öffnest meine Welt,
ich feiere jeden Tag, meine Weichen sind gestellt.
Das Leben, der Tod, führen uns Menschen hin zu Liebe und Not.
Doch du kannst leise schreien.
Und jetzt lass mich rein, durch die Tür zu Bernadette.

Wir verlieren Gefühle,
Freunde oder Feind, vergessen werden Geister.
Und schwinden Name, Gesicht,
sind gelöscht, sind verwischt.
Wir sind allein und schlafen nicht.

Bernadette, du öffnest meine Welt.
Ich feiere jeden Tag, meine Weichen sind gestellt.
Das Leben, der Tod, führen uns Menschen hin zu Liebe und Not.
Doch du kannst leise schreien.
Und jetzt lass mich rein, Bernadette.

Look at me, what have I become
I am lost I was once a gentleman
But the thief came out in old London town
So i must leave you now
But i will remember the ups and the downs

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times

Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the brutal services
Of ancient infidels
Of all the wounded and the crying witches

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times

I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and utopias
Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I’m paralyzed
Every fist is clenched, but I’m so tired

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times