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I've continually had a liking for the mystical, but it wasn't until I matured a little iota that I discovered John Maus!
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PostPosted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 12:22 pm 
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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8HaLTWTtCs[/youtube]


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[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8HaLTWTtCs[/youtube]

This video is fantastic.


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PostPosted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 9:41 am 
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i saw him once in houston. without his wig he seems like a normal guy!


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PostPosted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 12:50 pm 
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STEVIE STORM

There come Stevie Storm and friends.
They laugh and joke and demonstrate the disco-dance.
He's got a lucky face.
He gallops, to amaze,
imaginary horse to race.

Hey!
Hi, Stevie Storm!
Yes, good shape's the norm!
Hey!
Hi, Stevie Storm!
When will you perform?
Haaaa!

When they're drinking Sandeman,
they go and buy some candy from the candyman.
There's Monique and Marie
and Eunice and Maureen
together at the jamboree.

Yo! Yo! Yo!
The Cannonball Run's again on TV.
Yo! Yo! Yo!
But what you didn't see's in the city.
Yo! Yo! Yo!

Stevie's always rollerskating
in afternoons on the streets with his group dating
the skateboard-racing track;
the mocking pirate-flag;
for teenagers both white and black.

Anywhere the kids are jumping
your feet are gonna feel vibrating floors bumping.
And Stevie and his gang,
incredibly they sang.
They're talking in a nasal slang.


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PostPosted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 12:13 pm 
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I found this:

http://www.westaddradio.com/cobain/cobain-09-01-06.mp3

Not listened to it yet, but apparently Harry Merry is in the studio.


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PostPosted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:25 pm 
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joe wrote:
i saw him once in houston. without his wig he seems like a normal guy!
Met him last night :D

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PostPosted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:18 pm 
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thanx so much for the lyrics. i never knew you'd posted that. now if i wouldnt need to figure out what he's on about in harbour fair...


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PostPosted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 10:52 pm 
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cool

is nice to 'see' the other people's face (people we only met by forums, last.fm...)


=)


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:38 am 
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harry and dean could be brothers.
dean merry !


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PostPosted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:32 am 
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oh I went to see him in August again. There were about 40-50 people there, including young children, families, handicapped kids, old people, it was a strange day...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgBmSPOD3W4


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PostPosted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:16 pm 
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I can't find anything of his online & I don't have £20 for the privilege.


Oh shit.


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PostPosted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 9:38 pm 
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I discovered last week that he'll friend anyone on facebook. He mentioned on his wall a new album of older material this summer, and has some neat first contact style stuff posted on his soundcloud. :dancparty: :happy: :arms:


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PostPosted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:09 pm 
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http://i.imgur.com/vwdbm.png
screen grab from an interview.
This is how he writes down songs.


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PostPosted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 3:43 am 
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Message I received from Harry Merry himself:

Hello, MEEWILLIS!
No, I don't have the lyrics anywhere. That is why RYAN is still waiting for the lyrics from me. I have to reconstruct those lyrics but I didn't have time for that yet because I have to work as a postman. I am going to resign from this job so that I can be a full-time musician again. When all the lyrics are reconstructed the album can be released in Miami. Did you find this song on the "First Contact"-album? That's the album RYAN wants to re-release but he is still waiting for the lyrics from me. I lost the lyrics because of a fire we had in the house here. Anyway, I will resign from that postman-job so that I can concentrate on this. Can you help me to reconstruct all the lyrics of the whole album except for four which I still had on other papers......HARRY DEN HARTOG

Those four are Dispute in the Barnfarm, Mother Candy Stuff, Bye Bye Here's some Stuff and Pin-up Pup.

It looks like the original lyrics to:
Endless Stream of Floats
Rural Population
Far Beyond Our Memory
The Epic of an Insurance Agent
Pierascu!
Bayern Bockwurst
Mr. Gladville
This Band's Back
Go Away Sun! (I Don't Need You)
were all destroyed in a fire.

So, anybody else want to give these a shot? Has anyone ALREADY given these a shot? I heard somebody on here had robot ears.

Here are the ones he DID have:

DISPUTE IN THE BARNFARM

What a playground this is. So full of bliss.
All I do is dip hay, so I have fun all day.
The grass feels just like silk. Strawberry milk
Is my own recipe. I drink it endlessly.
I sing a happy song where I belong.
It's such a thrill to live; as expressed in this riff.

Farmer, where is your life-style heading?
Don't you think it's time to feed them?
There is dirt all over your bedding
And fleas too, but you don't give a damn.

Every day fresh breakfast in the harvest.
I cultivate my food and all I do is good.
They say that I'm lazy. I look hazy.
Every week I go out in strip-tease joints down South.
They act like they're zealous but they're jealous.
They think that I'm a jerk, but computers do my work.

If you'll take just one look at the state
of your farm you'll know what I mean.
But instead you pretend it's too late.
All you hear is the sound of "Jolene".

My granddad had a farm. It did him harm.
My dad planted larches, but I'm free of charges.
I watch TV all night; the colour's bright.
I sleep till afternoon and howl at the moon.
In the rain-ditch I swim; filled to the brim.
The ditch-water is clean; I've thrown soap in between.

Your estate's degrading in value
And then your children can't profit.
Your farm's a mess; the scarecrow feels blue.
Such clumsiness makes me lose my wit.

I never do the dish. I just eat quiche.
My kitchen's only for the century before.
My chickens walk freely. They do, really.
I only need their eggs, but not their fleshy legs.
The tractor has new wheels. Maize-ears it yields; corn-cobs it yields.
It spares me the trouble of eating an apple.

If you eat those eggs that you sold me
You'll start to look like a sculpture.
The cow's milk is sour and mouldy
And that's bad for the agriculture.

Why should I work so hard? I'd rather dart.
It's not necessary; neither is to marry.
I read books 'bout French arts under orchards.
There's so much more to learn. Towards reading I yearn.
Maybe you know me well; in a nutshell.
I think I'll sell this farm; it's bad for my left arm.

One chicken's lying in the water.
You smear the name of Iowa.
It rests on shoulders of your daughter.
How long do you think this can go on?
Stop it! In the name of Jehova!


MOTHER CANDY STUFF

Who gives you a kick and sweet ice-creams to lick?
After treatment you want to stay 'cause you've been led astray.

It's Mother Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff. It's Mother Candy Stuff. The one and only Candy Stuff.

Busy working hours just like in Fawlty Towers.
Only you don't go there for tea but for something naughty.

It's Mother Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff. It's Mother Candy Stuff. The one and only Candy Stuff.

If you're gonna pay they'll do it all your way.
But there's one lady who's the boss and never at a loss.

It's Mother Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff. It's Mother Candy Stuff. The one and only Candy Stuff.

Maybe you have guessed what for you is the best.
If there are brains under your hair you better not go there.

It's Mother Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff, Candy Stuff. It's Mother Candy Stuff. The one and only Candy Stuff.

BYE, BYE! (HERE'S SOME STUFF)

I have travelled since I was twelve,
I am baffled 'bout it myself.
I'm not attached to much nowadays.
Desires outstreched in an endless race
Became far-fetched and I couldn't face.

I said "Bye, bye! Here's some stuff!"

Unattachment is all that's left
So that fragment is my next step.
I've seen countries with different people;
Drawing boundaries seem to know it all
Using to ease friends bought and sold.

I said "Bye, bye! Here's some stuff!"

I scored some goal playing some flute
With some cynical glass-attitude.
When I felt small it was Halloween;
Saw what it's all not supposed to mean;
A rubber doll at a robber's ball.

I said "Bye, bye! Here's some stuff!"

Inverted commas 'round certain words,
Like "lalalas" or "elope-flirts",
Become longer 'cause you don't mean it.
With quite some force a bald-headed nit
Parks his posh Porsche and shouts aloud "Oh, shit!"

I said "Bye, bye! Here's some stuff!"

Sing along!

I said "Bye, bye! Here's some stuff!"


PIN-UP PUP

It was a kick doing this; felt just like bliss.
But now it is becoming a drag being wrapped up all those years in this bag.
As long as there's make-up and lace on my body and on my face
I get paid to be photographed.
Puppet-faces; models like me are all I see.

If you are on a ration; photo-session.
I make you forget all your troubles. There's only one like me and no doubles.
I pose with style for your pleasure glamorously at your leisure
In front of colour cameras
With behind me the Bahamas and hypnotize you.

In your room hangs my picture; that is for sure.
Even if you don't care 'bout products which I praise on billboards at viaducts.
I've beaten my competitors who find these are fiendish star-wars.
I didn't agree with them so
I won but now I must make show professionally.

Get in the rain, my darling! That's what they sing.
And postcards of me in tight, wet clothes is the result; well paid 'cause you want loads.
Don't worry! You'll get what you want. It means much for your pleasure-jaunt.
There's lots of mouths I have to feed.
I've got what people like you need. Leather, lacquer.

But don't think I'll make you tea when off-duty
'Cause I wasn't born for that kid's stuff. Just reap it all mentally; nice and rough.
It's all worked up in here, my friend! That's sufficient. Don't be timid.
Just enjoy it until the day
Comes that I quit and someone else takes it over.

'Cause I'm a pup pup pup pin-up pup.
Yes, I'm a pup pup pup pin-up pup.

Finally, here is my attempt at Pieraschu:

______________ evenings
the host has known some brilliant minds
they're all professors of wisdom
________________acquaintances

are invited to _______________
they hear the buzzing of the _________
at signal the fireworks will explode
???
Pieraschu!
ohohoh...

two days before the __________
while making people go _______
they talk about the second world war
you're contradictory, fuck off

combining strong personalities
___________________eventually
______________conscious of this
???

_____________it is this
being aware of consciousness
stop irony is big freshness?
inspiration is onsetten

some find themselves floating on techniques
very few have the discipline to
be silent when there's nothing to say

Pieraschu

the speaker shout eachother now
waiting until the other finished
while bed is made watch the struggle
but nothing happens at all costs

they notice they are opponents of guns
of the same calibration standards
_____________ different
???


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PostPosted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:30 pm 
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Best mail. Harry is awesome, I love how he mentioned that he should really resign from being a postman more than once!

He's playing in Rotterdam at the end of the month.


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