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Withering Time
02:46
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It's withering time out on the vines
The drugs make you fat with ease
With gods that crawl, you've seen it all
Now you think your life is complete
You radio in your life on the tiles
But you're speaking in tongues again
While we pave the streets with heart attacks
Put the fevers in the walls
Make them howl and grown like Crazy Horses
They all will fall
The flickering moon is convincing you
To stay home and sharpen your gills
The idiot noose was handed down to you
So we could dine on afterglow
While we pave the streets with heart attacks
Put the fevers in the walls
Make them howl and grown like Crazy Horses
They all will fall
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2. |
Jezebel's Arm
02:05
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There's a man in the magazine
Telling me everything that I don't wanna know right now
Take it all, it's hanging on a string
It's getting cold waiting for the sun to go down
I'm alright... yeah, yeah, yeah
Rising like Jezebel's arm in a sling
There's a plague of the afternoon
Now I'm wondering why I even bother to shave
There's a bird on the TV screen
And I'm clapping my hands like it's some sort of therapy
I'm alright... yeah, yeah, yeah
Rising like Jezebel's arm in a sling
The air is stiff, don't want to move too fast
I'm laying low, don't wanna cause anything to collapse
There's a hum to the evening wind
It's cracking through my head like a broken boomerang
I'm alright... yeah, yeah, yeah
Rising like Jezebel's arm in a sling
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3. |
Slippery Hearts
03:09
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The age of chivalry has passed
We must build something that will last.
As we retreat from gender war
The time is right to settle scores...
Drunken fowls in the bowels of Rome
Suck the shards til your mother comes home
Fine times with the crucible
Were hanging from an elephant string.
Southern nights with a summer cold
We hide in corners til it's time for the show
Oh, we are such gentlemen
Polite little freaks from the North.
Bound to fate like material girls
We met a man at a place called The Earl
He said his wife was fond of razorblades
And she liked the boys in the band.
She wiped the blood from her fingers and smiled
She made a joke about Julia Child
Her eyes flipping like a Rolodex
Promised that we all would be broken tonight.
Oh, big buildings hold us tight
I just wanna sleep tonight
Gotta get back to the office by nine
Skip the shower, I'll make up some time
Her entourage looked like shimmering Gauls
They led us down to the bacchanal
Where they tied my neck to the fire escape
And read the works of someone I can't recall.
Drunk and foul in the bowels of Rome
I begged for mercy and a way to get home
They made us dance until the morning
Then they broke us when the sun came up.
Oh, big buildings hold us tight
I just wanna sleep tonight
Gotta get back to the office by nine
I'll skip the shower, I'll make up some time.
Walk the streets with a slippery heart
Make your way to the terminal parts
Break free from freedom
Feel the warmth of someone else's command.
Sprawled out crawling
Sister's calling
Gotta get back to the office by nine
I'll skip the shower, I'll make up some time
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4. |
Mandatory Days
05:19
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My love is undivided
When everything else is undecided
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Put away the things that aren't for me, babe
Hide them somewhere up in the ceiling
I'll never know
I cannot define what is strange and what is mine
And where the line divides our laughter from danger
Oh, you rock me so clean
In an elemental haze
It suddenly is clear
these are mandatory days
La dee da da da...
When you're almost at the end
Then it's starting all over again
Hollow and raw behind the Veteran's Hall
And then the irrigation ditch along the freeway
You are a sweet machine
Crippled and sweet
You're like a delicate meat
That needs the city veins to take hold and flow within you
You are a sweet machine
In an elemental haze
It suddenly is clear
these are mandatory days
La dee da da da...
When you're almost at the end
Then it's starting all over again
Hollow and raw behind the Veteran's Hall
And then the irrigation ditch along the freeway
Oh, you rock me so clean
I cannot define what is strange and what is mine
And where the line divides our laughter from danger
Please reveal it to me
Oh, don't reveal it to me
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5. |
Ms. Brown
03:05
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Ms. Brown was barreling down Niagara Falls
Wrote two Christmas cards for both her friends at home
After a life of squalor and tripe and Tylenol
I met her once she seemed alright
I just don't understand why she had to end it all
She went oversea and got a law degree
But somehow lost it on the way back
Now I don't wanna judge or put a blight upon her name
But how does one accomplish that?
The County Heights on Saturday nights and bank holidays
She'd take off her shoes and then she'd take off her dress
Till the officers took her away
Now I been told when she was 90 years old
She was still fucking like a fucking machine
Well, I'd-a been her boy if it would bring her any joy
And save her from her misery
In the end I was told by a friend she kept a purse full of dynamite
Now I don't care what she was keeping it for
Whatever got her through the night
Ms. Brown was barreling down Niagara Falls
Wrote two Christmas cards for both her friends at home
After a life of squalor and tripe and Tylenol
I met her once she seemed alright
I just don't understand why she had to end it all
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6. |
Beyond the Pale
05:26
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Watch me run to the harpy's drum
While my woman tends to the fire
The bedroom's full of rain
I feel like I'm in high school again
Midnight comes and leaves you numb
Under all the mythic weight of your dreams
The cupboard's full of frost
The pillows are covered in moss
Then I wake up with my head
Still full of these wiggling dreams
That long showers can't wash away
Expiration dates, mild intrigue
All the sweet freaks come in their sleep
But there's no vacancies for you
Rich fragments fall all around you
You're like an anvil hanging in the air
The wind kicks up the dust
But nothing will move you my love
These thoughts just twist my mind
It's that old familiar refrain
These thoughts just twist my mind
And the streetlights are humming your name
Glaciers crawl and strum the weeds
That vibrate so wild in the earth
There's no false comfort here
Waiting for her to appear
Then she falls into the room
In her brown suede boots
By the mystic trades of night
I transform you.
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7. |
Idiot Medicine
03:25
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Orgasmic packages
Snapshots of eyelids and fog
Harvests of treaclebags
Migrating hellward at night
Diamond-like pathogens
Narcotic pockets of fire
Idiot medicines
Where does one keep such wonderful things?
Faint-blooded instruments
Cancerous sundries and meats
Syphilic acrobats
Shell-shocked and glued to the floor
Short-order alchemists
Bobbing for small surgeries
The nightshade is crawling
Where does one keep such wonderful things?
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8. |
Mrs. Grey
03:14
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When the skin of the sidewalk
Crackles from the size of
Evening debris
Send the ill-tended housewives
Up to the front lines
They will be gay
Mrs. Grey
Will me your mannequin gears
Fill me with all of your fear
Come on, Mrs. Grey
There's no reason not to feel good
Squirming in the heat of
Castration time
There's still feathers where it once stood
Living off the fat soot
Of the grey matter hounds
Mrs. Grey
Will me your digesting mirror
Fill me with all of your fear
Come on, Mrs. Grey
There's no reason not to feel good
Squirming in the heat of
Castration time
When the skin of the sidewalk
Crackles from the size of
Evening debris
Mrs. Grey
Will me your trench-farming pearls
Fill me with all of your world
Come on, Mrs. Grey
Mrs. Grey
Will me your digesting mirror
Fill me with all of your fear
Come on, Mrs. Grey
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9. |
Terminal 9
03:53
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Cold wind blows down your back
As you walk through Terminal 9
You hear the static crackle over the intercom
Oh oh
There's a crowd with their eyes trained on you
But you're too cold to pay it any mind
Anyways you're certain you're just part of the scenery
Oh oh
Now you're not quite sure
But it feels like you've been here before
And that man with the houndstooth bags
There was a way out in the place where he stands
A cold wind blows down your back
As you walk through Terminal 9
You hear the static crackle over the intercom
You sing to yourself this strange little song
That keeps you walking in time
You hear faint voices slither back down the terminal
Now your thoughts are crystal clear
There's something unsettling here
Heed the laws that are dark and unknown
It's all wrong but it feels like home
A bucktooth girl brushes your hand
But when she leaves you're not the same
You feel the drain of all desires and your memories
You crawl to the window
Where the tarmac and tundra
Reach out to the Southern Plains
Vapor gulls, paper moons and everything falls into you
Now you feel the warmth consume you
As you sit down in the waiting room
You know that nothing can touch you now
Yes, nothing can touch you now
Yes, nothing can touch you now
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10. |
Dark Love
04:00
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Hieroglyphs and ragged words
Binding simple sparks together
Steely webs of brittle script
Transmitting histories out to no one
Dark love ripples over you
The black glow flickers and hums
Sending telegrams for no one
The noise of heaving circuits cracks the air
Something's tangled in the waves
And twisting up the frequencies
The ether of a million dreams
That jangle through eternity
Dark love ripples over you
The black glow flickers and hums
Sending telegrams for no one
The noise of heaving circuits cracks the air
And offers nothing worth reporting
Bangs on the black strobe
Lonely nights on the repeater
It makes its way out through the wires
But no one's sure they want to receive it
If they can't kill it with their intellect or charm
Something's tangled in the waves
And twisting up the frequencies
The ether of a million dreams
That jangle through eternity
Dark love ripples over you
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11. |
Igloo Woman
02:39
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The girl down the hall
Shy and serene
Maybe you have seen her
She's got auburn hair
She's a rodeo heir
I'm a fool to avoid her
I just want to see her laugh
She throws bread on the grass
I'm afraid I'll break her mysteries and veils
When she looks through me
It brings on this dream
About the rest of my life and summer's end...
We sit and watch the sirens
Race across the horizon
And wonder what brought us here
I look back and laugh
Oh, all the fears that I had
Let's talk about it
Don't talk about it
She's got auburn hair
She's a rodeo heir
I'm a fool to avoid her
There’s a girl down the hall
Shy and serene
Maybe you have seen her?
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12. |
Clockwork Girl
05:41
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Water over bridges
Underwriting little wars
She's pinning down the shadows
So she can photograph it all
Come to the Clockwork Girl
It's alright
She gathers all the creatures
That have died inside the trees
And throws them in the river
Like a burial at sea
Come to the Clockwork Girl
It's alright
She mends the clockwork yes
It's alright
Her fatal code is reigning down
On something in the grass
She slides her broken needle in
Until it pulses fast
Come to the Clockwork Girl
It's alright
She's peeling back the faces
Just to calibrate the gears
That tear through little finger
Then you know that she is here
Here comes the Clockwork Girl
It's alright
Out beyond the garden
Past the hemlock and the shrines
We wait for her to thrust her hand
Into our little lives
Here comes the Clockwork Girl
It's alright
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Quasar Wut-Wut Chicago, Illinois
Considered the finest rock band ever to have formed in Belleville, Michigan, Quasar Wut-Wut has been "delivering" since 1990. After getting blacklisted from the Detroit club scene we relocated to Chicago in 1999 and have since refused to leave. With five full-lengths, 2 soundtracks, and a new LP, QWW just can't take the hint that no one wants them. We don't mind, we like us just the way we are. ... more
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