Ridiculously Long Album Titles

I Wish All My Songs Were About The Sea

When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He’ll Win the Whole Thing Fore He Enters the Ring There’s No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You’ll Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You Know That You’re Right

Let the Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel

Oh Me Oh My… The Way the Day Goes By the Sun Is Setting Dogs Are Dreaming Lovesongs of the Christmas Spirit

Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant

We Did Not Know the Forest Spirit Made the Flowers Grow

Lifted or The Story Is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground

Everything Is Alive, Everything Is Breathing Nothing Is Dead and Nothing Is Bleeding

We Should Have Never Lived Like We Were Skyscrapers

The Boy Bands Have Won, and All The Copyists and The Tribute Bands and The TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture To Be Shaped By Mimicry, Whether From Lack Of Ideas Or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try To Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother’s Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don’t Just Regurgitate Creative History, Or Hold Art And Music And Literature As Fixed, Untouchable And Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try To ‘Guard’ Any Particular Form Of Music Are, Like The Copyists And Manufactured Bands, Doing It The Worst Disservice, Because The Only Thing That You Can Do To Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It’s Over, Then It’s Done, and The Boy Bands Have Won.

Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever

A Collection of Songs Representing an Enthusiasm for Recording… By Amateurs

The Day They Shot a Hole in the Jesus Egg: The Priest Driven Ambulance Album, Demos, and Outtakes, 1989-1991

With Our Arms Wide Open We March Towards the Burning Sea

Japan release title: This riff defeats a line of the people who line up a Chinese noodle

Squirrel and G-Man Twenty Four Hour Party People Plastic Face Carnt Smile (White Out)

Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)

No More Stories/Are Told Today/I’m Sorry/They Washed Away//No More Stories/The World Is Grey/I’m Tired/Let’s Wash Away

You Think It's Like This But Really It's Like This

This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About

Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sea Lions But Were Afraid To Ask

He Has Left Us Alone but Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms…

"This Is Our Punk-Rock," Thee Rusted Satellites Gather + Sing,

Most of the remixes we’ve made for other people over the years except for the one for Einstürzende Neubauten because we lost it and a few we didn’t think sounded good enough or just didn’t fit in length-wise, but including some that are hard to find because either people forgot about them or simply because they haven’t been released yet, a few we really love, one we think is just ok, some we did for free, some we did for money, some for ourselves without permission and some for friends as swaps but never on time and always at our studio in Ghent.

A Lot of Little Lies for the Sake of One Big Truth

This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

Oxeneers or The Lion Sleeps When Its Antelope Go Home

I Know You're Married But I've Got Feelings Too

Hellbilly Deluxe: 13 Tales of Cadaverous Cavorting Inside the Spookshow International

Astro Creep: 2000 - Songs of Love, Destruction and Other Synthetic Delusions of the Electric Head