2006: Burning Rubber
1. Burning Rubber [Radio Edit] 3:30
2. Schizophrenic 3:56
3. Burning Rubber [Dolly Mix] 5:35
4. Schizophrenic [New Vocal Version] 4:12
5. Schizophrenic [Clozapine Mix] 4:08
6. Schizophrenic [Risperidone Mix] 4:52
About
Burning Rubber is a tale of hedonistic euro-travel; it's your gap year with a cheap train ticket and a pair of trainers that just aren't going to last. It's a Citroen Dolly, hurtling over the Swedish countryside on the wrong side of the road. It should have been played over the Eurotrash credits whilst Antoine de Caunes fawned over Jean-Paul. Spot the penis on the CD cover and win a prize. (Prize consists of free view of highly obscured penis...)
Schizophrenic is altogether more serious, subject and synth-wise; a slice of chunky EBM that Ronan Harris sent back to us, which somehow got mixed up with a few Laurie Anderson samples and some BT-style hacked-together granular synth audio units. ROW are pleased.
Lyrics: Burning Rubber
We were in France, speeding in his Peugeot
The deal was love but there was a trade embargo
If you feel like burning some rubber
Take a trip with your gorgeous lover
On the autobahn, in a BMW
I asked what he wanted, he said, 'Only you.'
Over the Italian Alps, chugging in a Fiat
'Lo sposerete?' I just didn't feel it
Cruising in Serbia in a beaten up Yugo
He wanted a shag; I just couldn't say no.
Lyrics: Schizophrenic
I'm rising but I'm sinking, and losing what I find. It's hard to know what I'm thinking when I'm in two minds.
It's hard to know what I'm thinking when I'm locked inside my head.
Continually wishing that part of me were dead.
Schizophrenia and I walk hand in hand
Me and I deliberate: Who is Arthur? Who is Martha?
Who do we love and who do we hate? Do we create or annihilate?
Who is hiding behind the mask? To whom and what should we reveal?
Should we lie, if we're asked? What should it be that we conceal?
