Of Narcissism​.​.​. and Minor Differences

by The Incompetents

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released November 25, 2012

Produced by Fadi Tabbal & Serge Yared
Recorded & mixed at Tunefork Recording Studios by Fadi Tabal
Lyrics by Serge Yared except “Debureau” text by Sacha Guitry from “Debureau” (1918). Music by Fadi Tabbal & Serge Yared except when indicated
Artwork by Alfred Tarazi

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Track Name: Stripped
Stripped from my home,
Stripped from my dignity,
Stripped from my image,
Stripped from my family,
Stripped from my city,
Stripped from my intimacy,
Stripped from my moves,
Stripped from my rights,
Stripped from my shadow,
Stripped from my voice,
Stripped from my vote,
Stripped from my movements. 

Please exterminate us to make the free world freer

…..

Stripped from what’s left, from my soul
Stripped from what’s left, from my soul
Stripped from what’s left, from my soul
Track Name: Emotional Asymmetry
You know, it’s late
‘ got married
When possession preceded desire
Now let’s see who’s begging for a ceasefire
Who said “Life’s a gas”
Who said “Life’s a gas”

After the age of ecchymosis
Starts the age of lachrymose

You know?
You think
Time will give the rotten fruit taste
If you leave, I’ll be fine
My skin is too rough for good temper

After the age of lachrymose
Starts the age of cirrhosis

You know?
I think,
It’s too late…
Track Name: It Could Happen To You
You make me feel so secure, I can flare the cement in your eyes
We met at an age where nothing fits 
You turn the margin into a norm, even anarchy you don't respect 
I hope someday I ‘ll be formatted to fit your screen

(Chorus) 
Would you break both of my legs, if I ever run to you? 
Would you burn the palm of hands, if they ever get near you 
After all, we're not complete strangers 
Often fear exceeds the perceived danger

I know what you think but I don't want to hear it from you 
I tried so many times, I reached the threshold of my dignity 
I'm so desperate for a comeback (though I never made it in the first place) 
The point of no-return has been crossed so many times

(Chorus)
Track Name: Closing Time
It’s closing time
I know we’re all but fine.
My soul gets cursed
It’s empty as my purse

(Chorus) 
One drinking game
And you’re mine to tame
Two drinking games
And there is no one to blame!

It’s cold we cried
One shot with a lime on the side!
Bartender, you’re full of grace
Though it does not show on your face

(Chorus) 

The stars are on strike
The city and I brought the night
Now my pillow spits dreams
All unfulfilled on my mind’s streams

(Chorus)
Track Name: Debureau
"A ceux qui font sourire on ne dit pas merci. Je sais, oui, ça ne fait rien, soit ignoré. Vas donc laisser la gloire à ceux qui font pleurer. Je sais bien qu'on dit d'eux qu'ils sont « les grands artistes » Tant pis, ne soit pas honoré. On n'honore jamais que les gens qui sont tristes. Soit une paillasse, un pitre, un pantin que t'importe ! Fais rire le public, dissipe son ennui, et, s'il te méprise et t'oublie sitôt qu'il a passé la porte, va, laisse-le, ça ne fait rien…"  [Debureau (1918), Sacha Guitry]
Track Name: Breaking Point
At 24, I had a mid-life crisis 
At 34, I’m passing my life in review
At 44, perhaps the afterlife or catharsis
(Do i look like i still have no clue?)

You took away
The mother of all diversions
Give me my right of way
Please, no more conversions!

I was always good for opening lines
But never been able to close a single one
My words are dressed to the nines
(Does it look like nothing has been done?)

Men need to explain fear
I know, I used to volunteer
Danger was part of my trade
Now I’m cold as a blade

It’s funny how we’re turning
Into caricatures of a past that never was
Passwords are now useless
‘Cos there’s no more secrets
No more secrets, no more secrets
No more, no more, no more no more

I was always good at opening lines
….
I was always good at opening lines
Track Name: This Gun For Hire
You made me a footnote on the page of your life
But remember that footnotes explain everything 
Beware our love almost died at birth 
We came with presents and we left knives in hand

(Chorus)
You always ask for the truth 
But when I give it you just don't understand 
You know, I'm an incurable cunt, 
Even with a cross on my back

Time will tell if we were wrong 
Time will tell if it's worth to prolong

When you're in love, there's not need to say it 
Cos ‘I love you's’ are made to convince yourself 
I fought against your nature and your nature won 
My love is like a boomerang that failed to come back

(Chorus)

You make me laugh 
You make me laugh 
Etc.
Track Name: Stripped (Exit)
Stripped from your warmth,
Stripped from your kindness,
Stripped from your breath,
Stripped from your follicles,
Stripped from your room,
Stripped from your simplicity,
Stripped from your manias,
Stripped from your grins,
Stripped from your shadow,
Stripped from your voice,
Stripped from your rules,
Stripped from your spine.

Stripped from my home,
Stripped from my dignity,
Stripped from my image,
Stripped from my family,
Stripped from my city,
Stripped from my intimacy,
Stripped from my moves,
Stripped from my rights,
Stripped from my shadow,
Stripped from my voice,
Stripped from my vote,
Stripped from my movements.