Paul Lamens's video: KLEG EXTENSION - ART SONGS 05: SLEEP

'Sleep' is part five of the song cycle 'Art Songs' written by David Dramm for KLEG, as performed by KLEG Extension ft. David Dramm at Grand Theatre, Groningen, Jan.16th, 1993. Video produced by Frank van Vlijmen. Art Songs was commissioned by KLEG, Amsterdam Fonds voor de Kunst and the City of Groningen. David Dramm: guitar, vocals * Henry Alles: guitar, backing vocals * Tiedo Groeneveld: guitar * Paul Lamens: guitar * Arno van Roosmalen: guitar * Dick Toering: guitar * Floris Sirag: bass guitar * Ben Onderstijn: drums Sleep (1984) I was born through a circle; circle on a blackboard. Hands up. Oh, bell's ringing. This is my room but I can't sleep. There's a bracket to my right and a bracket to my left. Hands up. Oh, who's counting? This is my room but I can't sleep. Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep. (repeat 3x) All my lines, all my numbers. I'm so connected but I can't sleep. This is a world of no change. This is a world of 'this-is-it.' One swipe. Oh, I'd be happy. This is my vision but its never complete. I am not some goto. No need to be jumping lines. Two after one. One after nothing. It's not a living but its living to me. No need to be jumping lines. No need to be computing no sines. Two after one. One after nothing. This is my vision but I can't sleep. Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep. (repeat 3x) All my lines, all my numbers. This is my room but I can't - -. I was born on a white wall; grid in a big hall. Laid out in a series 'n counted out. Counted out and counted in around SoHo. Rather be a line among lines of lines. Six thousand, two hundred and fifty-five lines. Line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line after line. No reason to think to straight ahead. No reason at all. Jumping to conclusions that logic can't reach. I was born on a white wall. Well-lit or not lit at all. His process is mystic, mechanical. Hard to pin him down when a word is not a word. x is a line, why is now out-of-mind. I was born on a blackboard; blackboard, it was full of sines. A is to B, five days a week. This is a world of no change. This is a world of 'this-is-it.' One swipe. Oh, I'd be happy. I am not some goto. No need to be jumping lines. Two after one. One after nothing. This is my vision. This is my division. All us lines-our days are numbered. © 1984 voLsap Music, Amsterdam