The Anna Thompsons

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released January 24, 2014

All songs by The Anna Thompsons (Ambika Thompson / Karen Thompson / Ana Catalá) / Album produced by King Khan / Recorded at Paul-Linke Studios Berlin, 2013 / Engineered by Alexander Ott / Assistant Engineer Ed Bentley / Isidro Rubio Vila played drums / Extra backing vocals/tambourine by Kristen Munchheimer / Mixed by Guy Sternberg at Lowswing Recording Studios / Mastered by Timothy Lalonde / Cover Artwork by Stu Mead / Logo by Mik Baro

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THE ANNA THOMPSONS Berlin, Germany

A 4 scoop banana split topped with potato chips from Berlin. Inspired by a vast spectrum of music that ranges from Heart's Dreamboat Annie, to Dead Moon, to The Zit Remedy, their corpus touches on many themes that include Grace Jones, creepy guys, unicorns, and the economic crisis in Spain. They have a democratic approach to vocals and a totalitarian approach to having fun ... more

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Track Name: Phone Richie
PHONE RICHIE (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

we live outside where we see
no perfect place for you or me
it's a timeless life just stay
col-col-col-col-cold

we'll turn ourselves into the
creepy, creepy people we wanna be
we'll tell some lies and slam some doors
till we get bored

Let's all hopelessly suck
ambitions are for those who don't fuck
we'll get punished for all the lies and joy we've had who cares
so let's get high and fuck for hours
it will be beautiful

we'll bury our heads beneath the sheets
to breath a suffocating smell of sleaze
and turn ourselves into the creepy people we wanna be

we'll take this terrible life and make it something bearable
you say as we mess around and never go to sleep

Let's all hopelessly suck
ambitions are for those who don't fuck
we'll get punished for all the lies and joy we've had who cares
so let's get high and fuck for hours
it will be beautiful
Track Name: Amazing Grace
AMAZING GRACE (Lyrics: Karen Thompson/Ambika Thompson)

Strange I've seen your face before
In bathrooms on the dirty floor
A poster on the other side of the door
Island life: sexy, shiny
I wondered how could I be like you
It's so depressing being like me
Longing so bad, to be like you
To be like you
An Alien!!

A VHS bootleg, live at The Roseland
Halloween '78
Real tiger on stage, Autumn leaves, I need a Man
A real tiger man
Bulletproof Harty slapped him on his face
He probably liked it
That's why all the queens adore you
We won't ignore you
Amazing Grace!!

When you were growing up in Spanish town
ella no habla español
Did you dream you'd meet that big thick Swedish clown
hon teller inte svenkse heller
Well I guess I liked him in Rocky IV
So hot, so very hot
But I liked him better in Red Scorpion
Even hotter
Red Scorpion!!

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
was blind but now I see

T'was Grace that pulled up to my bumper baby
t'was Grace in James Bond's View to a Kill
Track Name: Bleeding Through
BLEEDING THROUGH (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

Take my hand and I will give you
head my way, and do whatever I say

I've been bleeding through
I've been bleeding
My sheets every night
I'm on fire

Dirty girls, turn up your radios
tell them lies, and they will close their
Thighs

I've been bleeding through
I've been bleeding
My sheets every night
I'm on fire
I've been wanting you
Cut my heart out
Wet dreams all the time
I'm on fire
Track Name: Fuck You
FUCK YOU (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

you make a living outta getting high
trying to pluck virgins from the sky
you wanna be a really cool guy
but you can't get your ass outta this bar

you tell me everything you've done
and how you're always so much fun
then you ask me to go home with you
but there's no way in hell i'd ever fuck you

i know about a dozen girls you fucked
and they all say that you're so fucked up
then you tell me about the diseases you've had
and it's starting to make me feel real sad

you tell me everything you've done
and how you almost touched the sun
then you ask me to go home with you
but there's no way in hell i'd ever fuck you

though she hears that you're real good in bed
she doesn't want nothing that's going on in your head
though she could probably do with a real good shag
she'd rather not do that

all this time i'm sitting here
just quickly trying to finish my beer
hoping that somebody will sit next to
and you'll have something else to do

you tell me everything you've done
and how you're always on the run
and then you ask me to come home with you
but there's no way in hell that i'd ever fuck you
fuck you
Track Name: Hey Pony
HEY PONY (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

Hey Pony, come on tell me what's on your mind.
Have you heard the news that all of your friends have died?
Sorry Pony we just found out about it ourselves
Hey Pony, do you know where they've gone?
They're on my plate and all of the plates of everyone.
Jump in the cheese and wrap yourself around a noodle

Hey Pony, tell us all about your tasty bits
Can we see them, will you show them to us, Pony please?
Are your thighs just as yummy as the rest of it
Are you succulent? We wanna have a bite of it

Hey Pony don't you cry
It's not the worst way, it's not the worst way to die
Though it's fairly unpleasant it will be over before you know what hit you
I wanna taste you, I wanna make you mine
Jump in the lasagne, don't worry it will be fine
Or the bolognese or anything else that's made with beef

Hey pony, tell us all about your tasty bits
Cause you're yummy inside, can we have a little bit?
Are you tender, are you better roasted, fried or dried?
Do you taste like a cow? Oh Pony, tell us, tell us now.

But we bet you can't cook yourself. We'll do it for you...

We're hungry for you, Love
Are you yummy, or just teasing us?
We only want to lick you once
before we take a bite. How can it not be right?

Hey Pony tell us, tell us about your tasty bits
Are you yummy, we wanna have a bite of it
Hey Pony Pony, we wanna know what you think
Are you tasty there laying next to the sink?
Track Name: Spain Attacks
SPAIN ATTACKS (Lyrics: Karen Thompson)

They Can't stay
Cause shit is going down
They can't beat, what's behind them
Rattling and shaking their empty cans
8 years in architect school? Should have made other plans
Now the Jarapas pulled out from under
and you can hear them coming on loud like thunder
The party's over; come here and shiver
You can eat your tomatoes here all winter

In a lightning storm their gonna zambra to you
Watch them light up like a pinball machine
In a zombie dream their gonna chew your brain
and hunt you down all the way from Spain
SPAIN ATTACKS!

The Reconquista; the 1990s
Driving their SEATS, through better times
They can't stay, cause shit is going down
They can't beat, what Franco left behind him
Oh but the Pyrenees, the olive trees, the plastic seas
look at these!
Sex still sells but the pros are from the Balkans
cause no ones buying local anymore

In a lightning storm their gonna zambra to you
Watch them light up like a pinball machine
In a zombie dream their gonna chew your brain
and hunt you down all the way from Spain
SPAIN ATTACKS!
Track Name: Heartbreaker
HEARTBREAKER (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

Once in a lifetime you fall in love
with a skinny, sweaty guy from a video
wearing glasses like Malcolm X
and dancing like nobody you've ever known

David David David Byrne Byrne Byrne Byrne a hole in my heart
why didn't you answer any of my letters that i sent since '81

didn't you know that we had so much in common
like i also don't like people when they aren't polite
even if i was just six years old
we could have made it work out just fine

David David David Byrne Byrne Byrne Byrne a hole in my heart
why didn't you answer any of my letters that i sent since 1981
In another place In another place
I would do you wrong I would do you wrong
In another time In another time
Wouldn't hurt so long Wouldn't hurt so long

You didn't need to get me arrested
for hanging out in front of your house
what did you take me for? A psycho killer
That wasn't what it's all about

I heard that you were with Cindy Sherman
I guess she's kinda, sorta O.K.

David David David Byrne Byrne Byrne Byrne a hole in my heart
why didn't you answer any of my letters that i sent since 1981
Track Name: Unicorn
UNICORN (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

All the words are crashing into your head
little boys don't ever want to go to bed
all the maniacs are dancing without any friends
let's all go get drunk and pretend we're unicorns

all this time just spent being sad
we could fall asleep for days if that would bring us any joy
but somewhere along the way we've lost our minds
and we'll probably never get them back again

we'll turn this world upside down
and live for ourselves always
we'll turn our magic tricks
while we look for unicorns

oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more thing to lean on
oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more time to dream honey
oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more time to let it all go
oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more thing to believe in

we'll take your silence as a
sign for something that you won't
ever talk about
while we look for unicorns

oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more thing to lean on
oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more time to dream honey
oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more time to let it all go
oh oh oh oh oh gimme one more thing to believe in
Track Name: Suspiria
SUSPIRIA (Lyrics: Karen Thompson)

Suzy Banyon, just got in from New York
Little ballet girl, she got herself all wet
She sees a girl running out, running scared
From the Tanz Akademie.
She doesn't stop but Suzy hears her say:

Three Irises, turn the blue one
The secret I saw it-behind that door!

Disembowelments, maggots, and medicated wine
Got Suzy wondering what's going on.
She hears a story about a Black Queen
And then she knows where she's got to go

Three Irises, she turns the blue one
And Hell is waiting there behind that door
Mater Suspiriorum in her hidden lair
Leaving only death in her wake!

Three Mothers from the Black Sea
Three different kinds, of sad ladies
Bad luck doesn't come from-broken mirrors
But broken minds!

Strong-willed Suzy, she went beyond that door
And she found herself a wizened old witch
And the witch said to her 'you want to kill me?'
And Suzy, she got herself real scared

Three Irises, she turns the blue one
The living dead is behind that door
Mater Suspiriorum in her hidden lair
Leaving only death in her wake!

Hey! Yeah! Boo!
Track Name: Splashy
SPLASHY (Lyrics: Ambika Thompson)

Went to a Chinese restaurant won ton won ton
I looked at the menu and decided to order myself some balls balls balls balls
and after the waiter came up to me and he said uh uh uh uh
it made me fell totally uncomfortable odd odd odd odd

And after we went to a Russian disco da da da da
it was really super creepy there shy shy shy shy
when I went to the bartender to get a drink he said ah ah ah ah
why does everybody keep saying that to me loud loud loud loud
Track Name: Castillos
CASTILLOS (Lyrics: Ana Catalá)

No me des tus castillos, no los quiero ni regalaos (x2)

no, no, no, no, no
no los quiero ni regalaos
no me des tus castillos
no los quiero ni regalaos

si te vas de mi lao 
no me pidas el sol y mi corazón 
si me dejas entrar
quemaré todo lo que pueda encontrar 
no, no, no, no, no
no los quiero ni regalaos 
no me des tus castillos
no los quiero ni regalaos

stay away from me, don't eat me alive (x4)

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah 
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah