67-year Old Painters Song, Mikkel Steen/Michael Hansen
Vocals, rhythm guitar: Mikkel Steen
Lead guitar: Michael Hansen
Bass: Morten Hansen
Drums: Morten Kühlmann
Recorded in the Ole Erling Studio, autumn 1990
2nd song appearing on The Sky Tape (Skybåndet), length x:xx minutes
6th song appearing on Revolution In Your Balls, disc one

Another lengthy Hue-composition. The story of the 67-year old painter, being inspired by a good friend of the band, Steen - or Bamodyret as he was known. He was a next door neighbour of Kühlmann’s, frequently appeared at the same football nights in the park and at the same friday/saturday night “let’s get fucked up”-get-togethers that the band members also attended with great enthusiasm. Apart from all this he was also an apprentice painter and therefore had the doubtful honour of being the main character of a Hue-song.

The intro undoubtedly inspired by Pink Floyd, who were big with Michael around that time – as usual about 10-12 years after everybody else thought they were great...

Michael: I think I just purchased my Boss Digital Delay around this time, and obviously I put it to use straight away. There was possible a little Pink Floyd in there – the guitar sound from Another brick In The Wall, maybe – but what I really like about this one is the lyrics and the ending. I think this was one of Mikkel's first recorded solo's - he scared me, because it was pretty good... I couldn't just stumble around in my blues-riffs anymore, but I did anyway for a while! My solo part was also quite allright, definately better than the one in When The Responsible Leave - which sucked on a large scale!
The lyrics are quite funny – and I think it was quite special to write lyrics about the hazards of being a career painter and not just writing about love and chicks like all the other bands...

Mikkel: I always liked the intro, up until the moment where my guitar appears. I played it like shit, and the sound was equally crap. Nice chorus, with some interesting drumming. Unfortunately the guys had nothing against me doing my extended coda for the song, which brings down the overall impression of this song.

67-year Old Painter’s Song, lyrics:

I was 21, painting was fun and I got paid
I didn’t notice headaches, as I painted away, every day
I painted up and down, here and there, couldn’t get enough
The more I worked, the more I painted, the more I coughed

I’ll sing the 67-year old painter’s song
Sing it ‘till the doctor says there’s something wrong
I’ll sing the 67-year old painter’s song
Better listen, careful, ‘cause it won’t be long
Won’t be long, won’t be long

Paint that house, paint that car, paint that chair
My boss told me the day I began to loose my hair
This shit ain’t good enough, do it again, what a shame
My boss shouted at me the day when I forgot my name

I’ll sing the 67-year...