ALBUM: Kilo (1983) The Nits are: Henk Hofstede Vocals, keyboards, guitar Rob Kloet Instruments of percussion Michiel Peters Vocals, guitar, keyboards Robert Jan Stips Vocals, keyboards, variophone Uploaded on the 23rd Sep 1993 by Pascal Mouret (pascal(at)bofix.univ-mrs.fr) @SONG: Sketches Of Spain (Hofstede/Stips) The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain The war is rolling over Spain Men and women running with sticks of dynamite Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night In the window near the last 'o' of the sign 'Hotel Colon' Machine guns sweep the square for fun The rich draw the steel curtain The poor just lock the door They don't want this war no more It never never never never never stops never stops It never never never never never stops never stops In the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attack A knot of dirty men that shiver round their flag The boredom and the lack of sleep The tin cans in the mud Red is the colour of our blood We never never never never never stop never stop We never never never never never stop never stop I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter The streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rain The war is rolling over Spain Men and women running with sticks of dynamite Storming stone buildings in the middle of the night They never never never never never stop never stop They never never never never never stop never stop I have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirt I have seen the tears upon a farewell letter I have seen the faces that no bullet can hurt I have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatter Knives can cut fist can beat @SONG: Bild Am Sonntag (As Usual) (Peters) Houses, tattoed by warfare Holes in houses that once were homes Silence, trees stand in silence As usual, they speak of different times Time's passing by, they know Time's passing by Streets are deserted As usual, everyone stays inside Das Bild Am Sonntag is lying As usual, papers lie on the street Time's passing by, I know Time's passing by Holes in (Houses) Houses that once were homes @SONG: Acres Of Tintoretto (Hofstede) Death in Venice and don't look now I've seen the movies I don't know how I lost my way in this moonlit town Somebody whispers I'm looking down I smell the water I smell a rat I see the darkness and somebody said This part of the city is not very clean Their ugly faces in the shadows I've seen I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto Lost in the city of don't look now I see the midget with a new stiletto I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto It's getting late I'm feeling tired Must be the Sirocco that's in my head Bells of the city chime in the night This part of the city is not very clean Their ugly faces in the shadows I've seen I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto Lost in the city of don't look now I see the midget with a new stiletto I'm lost in acres of Tintoretto Death in Venice and don't look now I've seen the movies I don't know how I lost my way in this moonlit town Somebody whispers don't look now @SONG: Dapper Street (Hofstede) Give me the sombre city highroads The clouds are framed by attic windows Those are the words I long to hear But when I walk I keep my tears from falling And if you don't know where to go You're lost in a dead end street The houses fall down every day But maybe someday I'll keep this house from falling This is the street where I was living This is the square where I was fighting Nobody fears the ball and chain I feel the tears my memory lane is falling And still I don't know where to go I'm lost in a misty town No poetry in dead end street They tear all the houses down When you walk in Dapperstreet When you live in Dapperstreet Now it rains on broken windows The streets are always wet Through all the empty alleys wind blows You're never coming back When you live in Dapperstreet Give me the sombre city highroads The clouds are framed by attic windows Those are the words I long to hear But when I walk I keep my tears from falling And if you don't know where to go You're lost in a misty town No poetry in dead end street They tear all the houses down When you walk in Dapperstreet When you live in Dapperstreet Now it rains on broken windows The streets are always wet Through all the empty alleys wind blows You're never coming back When you live in Dapperstreet City crime one grey morning Blissfuly happy I'm walking City crime one grey morning Blissfuly happy I'm walking City crime one grey morning Blissfuly happy I'm walking Suddenly happy in Dapperstreet @SONG: Memories Are New III (Stips) Another story's over - Memories are new You walk alone along this lonely avenue You thought she had a whole world to offer You found out there is no more to discover All you feel around is this coolness of her You turn the key around twice - Memories are new You do the things You'd never thought that you would do You never got a colder shower Lay wide awake in lonely hours Now you're thrown away like a fading flower You thought she had a whole world to offer You feel that there is no more to discover All you feel around you is an album cover @SONG: Your Next Tyres (Hofstede) All you gentlemen you save all you can But you won't get rich I am wide awake, you are sound asleep You won't get me I'm drowning in the middle of an ocean I'm swimming in an ocean of tears I'm drowning but I will not show emotion or fears All you gentlemen you try the best you can But you won't beat me I am wide awake you are sound asleep You won't get me I'm drowning in the middle of an ocean I'm swimming in an ocean of tears I'm drowning but I will not show emotion or fears I try to sleep in this little room that I have bought (You have to do it on your own) I draw the curtains and everybody knows I'm old (You have to do it on your own) We sleep on pillows of society We rise in offices and work till nightfall We keep the books of every industry We close the factories and we don't care at all All you gentlemen you are sound asleep 'Cos you're so tired All you care about All you care about Are your next tyres Your next tyres Your next tyres (x12) Your