Let There Be Punk Rock

by Nine Daise Wonder

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@ all songs by Nine Daise Wonder
8-track live recording by Nine Daise Wonder
mixed by Stinki & Nine Daise Wonder in Nov 2000
flugelhorn and artwork by Matti Vaatturi


released November 1, 2000



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Nine Daise Wonder Fürth, Germany

blumig schröngen die Frauen, blumig und brutal

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Track Name: Billy
first thing to learn with little hands
for Billy was to BRUSH HIS HAIR
his mummy proudly showed her friends
how her darling BRUSHED HIS HAIR

the other boys at school they tugged
at his heart-strings AND HIS HAIR
by the brat girls he was mocked
by imitate him BRUSH HIS HAIR


everybody knows his face
he's often seen round THEN AND THERE
says nothing but in some ways
has control of HIS AFFAIRS

in the pocket at his back
there's stuck a brush for BRUSH HIS HAIR
his silky mane flows down his neck
neatly ordered HAIR BY HAIR


when the walls get stary eyes
salvation comes from BRUSH HIS HAIR
when the floor's about to rise
there's nothing left than BRUSH HIS HAIR


one day he stood turned to stone, even quieter he ever was
his face a waste-land, his eyes insane
his pride and joy, his effort, his hold, his hairdo some felt mat
his friend, the brush, merged in his mane

Track Name: In The Baths
close the door behind
keep the world off your mind
cause now your drowning in
a sea of feminine
impulsions convulsions
reflexions erections

they shed their every-day dress
rinse down their etherialness
and enjoy themselves drowning in
a sea of feminine
impulsions convulsions
reflexions erections

no male will ever see
what women disclose to be
when they're drowning in
a sea of feminine
impulsions convulsions
reflexions erections
Track Name: Space Sperm
on my journey through the galaxy
passing times and space of milky way
I met somewhere on a hidden moon
space sperms galore in the sea of love

they offered me a bath of high degree
but the fluid was much too hot for me
one of them talked me into a trip
not far away to the future telling pig

I've lost my way in outer space - hunted by an alien race
I've lost my way in outer space - who will find my trace

maching 1 through the deeps of space
a housewives' demo crossed our ways
seeing the sperm they preggied on the spot
beleaving it was a sign from their god

the sperm that didn't want to pay
any rent for the outgrowth of their heresy
speeding up to warp 9 on the sly
left me alone after a short good-bye

I've lost my way...

I hitchiked back to the sea of love
where meanwhile the pig was taking a bath
while my scrubbing its back it told me it has seen
my future as a country-rock queen

I've lost my way...
Track Name: You Suck
you think you need no washing
dont waste your time with sloshing
you never change your sweater
'cause the other one isn't better
don't you realize -

your bathroom is aseptic
it wasn't you who swept it
no it was your mother
she don't want you to smother
don't you realize -

where ever I go you follow
tell stories hard to swallow
you move in ever closer
I get comatose
don't you realize -

you slap me on my shoulder
you'd keep on 'til you moulder
you tap me on my chest
you are a real pest
don't you realize -

in spitting in my ear
you really persevere
you 're spitting on my cheek
piss off you sticky freak
don't you realize -
don't you realize -
don't you realize - YOU SUUUUUUUUUCK
Track Name: Standing At The Window
I'm standing at the window in the middle of the night
and a crazy mood is keeping me away from sleep
rebellious little gnomes are wizzling through my veins
leaving painful footprints on the surface of my mind

looking into the moon, I see the sun become black

making love between the picture frames of bittersweat illusions
softly kissing, ardent touch, free falling, falling, falling
phantasies fed by milky-warm memories
might turn into nightmare much to soon

looking into the moon, I see the sun become black

I feel like under a cheese-cover in an arousing fresh sea
where fishes with red finger-nails make love to butterflies
the tingling air of this illusion surrounds me with breathtaking speed
but the dull glas of reservation prevents me from this toxinating kiss

I'm standing...

looking into the moon, I see the sun become red
Track Name: Miss Chief
from the first moment I shuddered to see her
corpulent, greasy, fucked up a woman
insane looking, carrying bags

when I happened to meet her loafing about
she was just staring me up und down
giving me creeps with an evil eye

who is she, what about her

one day she rang the bell at my home
said no hello, just asked for my name
nodded her head, she had known it before

she left the scene without saying a word
leaving me breathless stunned with evidence
realizing what I did not want to see

is she what I will be
will I be what she is
Track Name: Heimkehrer
back to jail across the border
they never call it by its name
the principle of law and order
hidden behind the harmless mask
of wealth and people play the game

back to jail over the border
your freedom dwindles more and more
with the return to your homecountry
you also go to face the war
'gainst denunciation 'n' lies of law

back to jail over the border
just as long as you're part of the whole
they try to sooth you with their sweets
and those who will not fit the frame
wear down by permanent control