Video: Dish Hunt live at VPRO's 3VOOR12 in Club Lek
Live from Club Lek, Dish Hunt performs V D, D V

Audio: Dish Hunt live at VPRO's 3VOOR12 in Club Lek
Dish Hunt performs V D, D V, Love Bomb and Les Gueules Noires

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Dish Hunt - Maybe Home

1. Love Bomb
2. V D, D V (Veneral Disease Deo Volente)
3. The Late Smell
4. Me Today
5. I Thought I Was
6. Bad Man Is Good News
7. Les Gueules Noires
8. Sorti de la Chocolaterie Sombre
9. The Happy Farmer's Wife
10. Home

(C) + (P) 10:01 Ten to One Records, 2002.
All songs by Dish Hunt. All rights reserved. STEMRA, Holland.

Love Bomb

I'm a love bomb baby
I got so much to give
I might explode in your face
you're my kind of fire

so gimme that spark
and burst that shell
bring me that flame
put it out in my well

now light that match
ignite that fuse
blow me up
and turn me loose

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V D, D V (Venereal Disease Deo Volente)

I am a man it seems
of Vulpine Dreams

Viral Destructor
Violent Dachshund
Vicious and Dogged
Vault of Distress

Vermin and Demons
Vexing and Dormant
Verdict: Disrepute
Vortex of Doom

Venom of Durance
Very Disquieting
V.I.P. Dwindles
in Vein of Disgust

Volapük Dismay
Visible Decay
Victim Deleted
Vehement Dammit!!!

VDDV

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The Late Smell

the late smell
tells no fibs
it has the urgency
of lateness

the late smell
is a hold-up
for your last few no's
it descends upon
the leisure lawn of senses
with newly found spades
it digs profound pits
that excrete the scent
of former decades

when the late smell is gone
you're down in the pits
or you will be
on leisure lawn forever

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Me Today (Hasbin Wilby's Present)

What's that thing
hanging onto my head?
It's me body!
Yes, me body!

What's that thing
up my chest?
It's me head
me very head!

I've seen versions of these
smaller versions
slimmer versions
none of which I could trap
passing on to the next

So I call them all me
older versions
recent versions
they're all gone except one
it's now belching this text

Now I look at myself
naked versions
dressed up versions
and progression, I see,
wears the mask of decay

as my past life expands
growing longer
always longer
and my future life shrinks

I am only today

Me is only today

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Les Gueules Noires

Blacked out the phantoms
stare at the fire
Miners of their own minds
lost for the world

Tabulae Rasae
All life is wiped out
Tabulae Rasae
All life has wiped out

The fire is extinct
and so is my instinct
I walk out of habit
back into the mine

I am in a poor health
Art is in a good shape
There is a connection
between these two facts

I don't complain I suffer
The tissue of my brains
is calligraphed with sunrays
etched in with bilious rains

I can feel the rhythm
of my thoughts dissolving
in the cornfield's quaking
set going by the sun

Let's hope that Art is true
Oh Art, consuming passion
I see the voice that prompts me
I go by my eyes only

(And gradually
I'm changing Cosmos)

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I Thought I Was

I thought I was the hand that fed you
but now I am the hand that bleeds
I thought I was the hand that led you
but now I see that your hand leads
I thought I was your destination
I only was a candy stop
I thought I was your shopping mall
but I was only just a corner shop

I was
I thought I was

I thought I was your Holy Bible
but I was just a magazine
I thought I was your life's perspective
but I was just an in-between
I thought I was your Holy Spirit
No I was just a faulty ghost
I thought I was your song of life
but I was one line at the most

I was
I thought I was

I thought I was your endless motion
but I was just a short-lived stop
I felt like one out of a million
till I backslid into the mob
I thought I was your entertainer
but I was what held you up
I thought that I was all fulfilling
but I could never fill your cup

What I was
wasn't enough
if it didn't add up
to your One Big Love

I thought I was your all time sunshine
but I was just a funny spell
I thought I'd fertilize your desert
but I was just an arid well
I thought I was a six course dinner
but I was just a slobberbone
I thought I was a symphony
I was a soul destroying drone
I knew I had a heart
and yes I have a heart of stone

All that I was
Wasn't enough
If it didn't add up
To your One Big Love

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Bad Man Is Good News (It Will Go)

it will go
whatever it is
it will go

everything that eats your heart out
everything you think is far out
hopes and fears and expectations
homesick blues and good vibrations

for better for worse
a blessing a curse
bad manners good news
the hits and the blues
the things we abhor
the ones we adore
all things good and bad
we are keeping in store
what we took for granted
what struck us with awe
nothing gets round
the unscrupulous law

it will go
whatever it is
it will go

you may live to see it die or
you may die as it lives on or
it may also go with you yes
it may disappear with you

(don't worry or do
regret it or don't
resist or accept
stay sober get stoned
together alone
a straight face a twitch
connubial bliss or
the seven year's itch
the mind and the matter
the spirit the soul
nothing gets round
the unscrupulous hole)

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Sorti de la Chocolaterie Sombre

The upstairs family sitting room
mixes warm colours and prints
scrambles eggs with mushrooms and wild boar
scrambles eggs with mushrooms and wild boar

52.000.000 cantankerous souls
52.000.000 cantankerous souls
52.000.000 cantankerous souls in all

alternately helped and hindered
by their ever unaffected grace
testify to each other's intrepid love of hinting
their intrepid love of hinting

the festidious boudoir
the cheese and dessert table
these people know how to live beyond
how to live beyond patatoes

I said 52.000.000 cantankerous souls
52.000.000 cantankerous souls
52.000.000 cantankerous souls in all

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The Happy Farmer's Wife

I am the happy farmer's wife
I am the happy farmer's wife

Color the nest yellow
Color one hen black
Color two hens brown
Color my apron blue

Color the trees
And the grass green
Color the floor light brown

Color my husband red

I am the happy farmer's wife
I took the happy farmer's life
I am the happy farmer's wife
I took the happy farmer's life

(Source: Social Studies: The Farm, SPIRIT Liquid Duplication EDITION
by Alyce Bonvincin Rees; Gel-Sten, Palm Springs, California 1970)

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Home

Maybe home is a hard knock
Maybe home is a big shock
Maybe home is a warm tub
Maybe home is a rough rub
Maybe home is the next stage
Maybe home is a new page
Maybe home is an old book
Maybe home is a close look

Maybe home is a torn flag
Maybe home is a worn rag
Maybe home is a slow train
Maybe home is a fast lane
Maybe home is a bad day
Maybe home is a long stay
Maybe home is a far trip
Maybe home is a free dip

Maybe home is a dug out
Maybe home is a large crowd
Maybe home is a warm beer
Maybe home is an old fear
Maybe home is a hair-pie
Maybe home is a pigsty
Maybe home is a wide view
Maybe home is the same stew

Home is a shrinking notion
In an ever expanding universe

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