Jalopy

by Quasar Wut-Wut

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This Ann Arbor-birthed LP produced a mildly loyal following and spawned an award-winning video for the single “Wünderbra”. The epic 5-minute video was created by QWW and ultimately lost to a 20-minute Natalie Merchant video at the Nashville Film Festival. That is why QWW has since refused to play any shows with Ms. Merchant, and why they stopped writing hit-tunes for the Nashville recording artists. The lesson? Don’t mess with QWW, and viva la Jalopy!

Also, this thing was made on a slightly crapped out Tascam 4-track cassette recorder. We pushed it beyond its lowly means. The belt broke so we replaced it with a rubber band. Sure, the music might be total crap, but at least the rubber band held.

But really, what is this album? Is it musically restless or just plain spastic? Lo-fi or overwrought? Punchlines or paranoid prophesies? We wish we could tell you.

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released April 1, 1998

Recorded to 4-track cassette at Jordan and Matt’s apartment, Ann Arbor, MI

Mixed by Dave Piechura at White Room Studios, Detroit
"Wünderbra" mixed by Jim Diamond at The Tempermill, Detroit

Mastered by Gary Spaniola at Seller Sound Studio, Detroit

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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 destroying Detroit for years we relocated to Chicago in 1999 and have since refused to leave. Five full-lengths in the can with a new one (and a DVD) on the way, 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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Track Name: Overture
[instrumental-ish]
Track Name: Nature Abhors a Vacuum
Something must separate the wind from the weak
Their movements are too heavy for the wind to carry
seems like these feeble types filter fashion their ways
while the depths they think that they contain
are not quite deep as they claim

I am the righteous one...
the claims are stated it's the world I've created

Something must instigate the silence in the crowd
of the fabled voices that once cried aloud
You see they play out their static days nailed to a stage
while the depths they think that they contain
are sheltered in a gilded cage

Here are the celibate streets
lifeless as blind meat
caught in the rolling pages
when will they find me
in a tear like the red scare
some stench of squalor split the sterile air
couldn't help feeling entertained
by the bump&grind blisters of the shock and drain
the air crumbled into empty space
taking everything within my frame
all my passions left benign
except for only absent life...

No now I can't feel the prick of steel
for this cleansing apathy has finally calmed me
"But wait did you forget the weight you incurred
by the questions you once believed were drawn
from deep within your nature"

Something must separate the wind from the weak
their movements are too heavy for the wind to carry
now I can't feel the prick of steel
for this cleansing apathy
has cursed and calmed me

I've become the distant one..
my feet won't hold me
the world keeps turning
I've become the distant one..
is it the world that's revolving
or the wind that carries my old bones away
Track Name: Take 8
Insecure tendencies are rolling on the mind
Road has taken a vicious turn leave me feeling blind
Fill my mouth with gravel
Wash it down with dirt
Soak my head in the blood of those who question their self worth

Take a stroll on down the highway
In search for something pure
Pull up on a lonely man who’s living through his beer
He said, “Well son I’ve seen so many days I can barely stay awake,
And I’m drained from all the time I spent trying to change what they forsake”

Days roll by and the feelings change,
but still I know my name
Enough to drive you crazy trying to fit into the game
Broken souls and brainwashed minds, crippled and restrained
The road is full of vultures waiting to dig into my brain

Spoon fed art and yellow hair
Garbage scattered everywhere
The sound’s the same and so’s the name
But I refuse to play this

On your knees for comfort in your grave
Follow the lead for the dying need to be saved
Step on me if it gets you where you need to be
Faded light is the only thing you’ll ever see
Track Name: Pillars Rising
Woman made me realize that there's still a place
Where I can lay down my bones in silent space
well things can be sad and are sometimes displaced
but where they are they will remain

The lamb archangels and demons conspire the(y)re
drunk on the floor from breathing mortal air

A baby in uniform an infant in arms I feel extended
through the bloodstream of the entire universe
I close my eyes won’t you close your eyes
Tune out the lies
Tune out the lies

I listen in bliss from the philosopher's stone
as you bang away at your grand catatonic piano
Things lie so still and easily absorbed
Death dances a slow waltz with my shadow across the floor

A baby in uniform and infinite arms I feel extended through the bloodstream of the entire universe
I close my eyes and you close your eyes
Tune out the lies
Tune out the lies

My eyes half grinning halt their spinning judgments of pains
've seen enough I don't wanna feel the cold and guillotine rain
As I sit fading heavy swaying counting out time
oh how you dance on shattered glass, so cosmic and sublime

Scars of beauty peaceful trepanning making sorrows sing
I see your air seeping through there
dampen the thoughts of the day
Track Name: Cut Me Down
Another year it breaks today
A little soon I would say
My puzzle’s missing pieces I took a wrong turn there
It set me back, but I don’t care

I just want to Slow it Down

Tic-a-tac and tac-a-tic
And I love to love
And I love to stop and watch the children playing
Go out and do a little shaking
Hear the old man saying,
“When I was your age”, he said,
“Son you’ve got to Slow it Down”

And I feel my roots are growin’ deeper
Yeah I blurred my peepers
My glasses please
Someone smash my glasses please
Cut me down I’m stiffening, I’m stiffening, I’m stiffening, I’m stiffening

Just Slow it Down
Track Name: Never Steal the Sky
Never leave me alone
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh,
and she's never stealing the sky

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

Ohh-ooh ohh-ooh ohh-ooh ohh-ooh ohh hoh

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May-Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

And it makes me wonder
Ahhh, hoh-hoh

Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stolen sky lies on the whispering wind
(Guitar Solo)
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How ev'rything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all, yeah-ee-yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
Never steal the sky!
Track Name: I Am Dead
Put on your mourning dress,
Get out your only vest -
it ain’t gonna rain today
I slipped and fell down an elevator shaft -
Guess that’s the end of my days.

But don’t rain on my funeral, don’t rain at all.

Madman Blake, he’s cutting down the sewer gates
I know he’s got a Ph D.
Losers in line are getting sore knees
Waiting for the Spandex™ King.

But don’t rain on my funeral, don’t rain at all.

Isaac the Newt is putting on his toilet suit
Janitor’s got the flu.
And then there’s the porn queens heating up the alleyways -
Guess they’re invited too.

But don’t rain on my funeral, don’t rain at all.

Rootin’ tootin’ Pa is showin’ off his chain-saw
Waking up the static eights
Like I said, we all crazy in the head
And everyone masturbates.

But don’t rain on my funeral, don’t rain at all.

Poppa drank the diesel now he’s beating up the garden weasel -
I’m gonna get my switch.
Isaac ate the broom now he’s puking in the living room -
Throw’em both into the ditch.

But don’t rain on my funeral, don’t rain at all.
Track Name: My Left Hand
Here it goes again
I'm ready this time
I've polished my boots and pressed all of my jeans
I say, I'm ready this time

Take a hold of my arm
Wind the merry-go-round let it spin
Go round and round and round and round
Four steps up and,
four steps down

And I'd distance myself
But I've fallen too far
I'm always reaching
For you to feel me
But you don't feel me

No, don't you think that you get off that easy,
it's only a secret
Hiding behind nothing at all
Can't you feel as it leaks through my fingers
Look at me now. Naked and free what it will be
Look at you now. Cover yourself I see you are shivering

Do I pretend and cost me the price of my best friend?
I roll my eyes up to the sky with a sigh, but I...

Surround myself in that circle again,
but I'm ready this time
I've polished my boots I've pressed all of my jeans
I've cut off my hair and I've whitened my teeth
I said I'm ready this time
Can't you see that I'm ready this time?

Wrap your arm around my waist and
Fill me up love, give me a taste
Oh, how you feed me
How you tease me

And I'd distance myself
But I've fallen too far I'm always reaching
For you to feel me
But you don't feel me

No, don't you think that you get off that easy now,
it's only a secret Hiding behind nothing at all
Can't you feel as it leaks out my fingers
Look at me now. Naked and free what it will be
Look at you now. Cover yourself I see you're still frightened by me
Track Name: Mothership
I need so badly to be
A part of something, exalt my lame support beams Stealing generic seeds
From the molding teeth, they’re grinding again
Please, don’t feed the trendies
Because in no time you’ll find they’ve grown to be concubines
Logic crawls on the wall
It sells its body off for a stroll down the catwalk

Go on and slither round to the back of the club
They’re trading body parts and implants and faces
It’s closing time, they bring up the lights
See their fallen limbs, scattered on the floor tiles
And faces stuffed into purses
As if the ugliest thing in the world... and radioactive!

Hey baby, whoa momma, I don’t wanna be your pedestal no more

I’m downright starving for some substance and feeling
But its saccharine for the masses, scared to test the reflexes
Word Up, all must face the facts
You know your grooves are still kicking,
but your head is still missing
Groping round, blind as a drunk jaw
Might as well hang up your faces, along side your faded graces
Track Name: So I Wrote a Song
So I wrote a song
To cure my need for loving company,
and my guitar it seems to be the closest thing
So I wrote a song
It doesn't matter who it's to,
just smile and pretend I entertain you, and
So I wrote a song
to clear my mind of what's distracting me
I lose my voice if I scream or shout, and
So I wrote a song
It doesn’t matter who it's for

It makes me feel good to vent frustration
All I needed was just a little motivation
Here's a good one for your compilation
Truth is we all need a little ventilation

Grandpa Gank is gambling on his geeks again
He knows he'll never win
His wife fell in with holy order concubines
She still smells the same
He used to play the trombone in a band called "Grin"
He drunk down all his fate
Till Circus Johnny played him with the Mickey Finn
The nonesense lives on

So I wrote a song
To clear my mind of what's been ailin' me
I know it's selfish, but what the hell if I wrote the thing, and
So I wrote a song
For you to laugh and point at me but the joke's on you,
my friend ‘cause you're my motivation
So I wrote a song
‘Cause I lack the funds for therapy
I'm crazy and I know it, but these days, who the fuck isn't?

So I wrote a song
It doesn’t matter who it's for
It makes me feel good to vent frustration
All I needed was just a little motivation
Here's a good one for your compilation
Truth is we all need a little ventilation
Track Name: Rise Without a Sound
Rise, without a sound
Don’t bother to wake me up to tell me I’m gone
Rise without...

Through the damp dust and the distance
The smell of sweet decay
Circles slowly then draws me between
It’s smothering legs

Within its kiss, I could see all the horrors
Painfully defined:
Thin gutter faces with no knowledge
They’re paralyzed

Suffocated by ten thousand layers
of dreams soaked in kerosene
Wild armies caressing the tongues
that lick their bones clean

All confused and naked swimming
I’m stoned by the barricades
That they’re building
I slowly regain defenses I’ve made

I’d come to believe that none of this could touch me
As if I were immune
To these structures:
The faces of the frozen and throatless confused

Rise, without a sound
Don’t bother to wake me up to tell me I’m gone
Rise without.
Track Name: The Parable of Saddled Souls
You left your only brainchild drowning
You lost your grip and then just walked away- a debilitated saint

As if the threads weren't loose already
You had to go and pull the strings and test the seams

What's the word, pa? You're lookin' a little raw
Not liking what you see out here in the bitter air with the rest of us all?
There's a cold, cold man within those walls
And there's no use crying now he's long been gone
face down in a trough

What's the word, Bill? Why you look so ill?
Your finest wrenches should supply
the strength and leverage you need in life
Your desperation registers some faults
now desperation's the only thing that you feel at all...

You looked so pretty all straddlin' the city
That was before you had your conscience poured out the door

Now you feel weak even walking down your own streets Your framework teeters on some Hades bound hollowed ground

You try and move, but your limbs are too heavy to
The wind gives strength only to those who can bear the pain

You cast no shadows, hence, you buy 'em by the barrel Distilled and sterile you're livin' all your freeze-dried, shrink-wrapped dreams
Not to mention all your tweezer toting, esther coating slinktrod schemes
While through your anal eyes you down-size every living thing
As if to justify your self-implied superiority...

What's the word, Bobb? Why you look so ill?
You're finest wrenches should supply the length and severage you need in life
So if I ever catch you stealing bones from me
I'll call the dogs out to retrieve your heavy haltered spineless sleeve

What's the word, Tex? Lost within the mix?
A masterwork of architecture buried does it really exist?
Your desperation registers some faults
Now desperation's the only thing that you feel at all...

I guess this happens when your passions are abandoned
It's just a cryin' shame they don't run cheap these days
Now you know they've saddled your poor soul
Distilled and sterile you walk away a debilitated saint
Track Name: Wünderbra
Isaac the Newt was called before the Queen
It seemed the Queen had found an interest in
His hair reviving tonic and his plastic skin.

Well at the news of this his pants were slightly pissed.
He waxed and cleaned his gizmos and machines
Queen Angel was his centerfold fantasy.

Isaac was greeted with flames and satin gills.
The Queen said, “Hi”. He replied, “Oh you prude,
You look nothing like those pictures of you in the nude.”

“Let’s try to forget that little sin my dismal friend.
It was a body-double that sat in.
Now where’s your beauty lotions and the plastic skin?”

“You bald and bearded hag, that’s why I’m here?
But I brought my new G-spot detector
And other things that could surely please the Queen.”

“The man is crazy,”
Cried out the magistrate’s wife.
“Now get him out of here before the guests arrive for the Ball tonight.”

Oh the Ball was funky to the knees
And now the Queen looked a pretty lil’ sleaze
When something shook their bustieres
And suddenly they found they were ten feet off the ground!

The Ballroom floor caved in
That’s just about when Isaac the Newt crawled from behind the bar
And started snapping ankles with his Wünderbra.

He turned to the camera crew and said
“When you go back to your mangy neophobic institutions Take your armpits and your daddy’s antlers with you.”
Track Name: Dizzy as all Hell
Is there something which will stop this revolving?
Where are the simple ways of the passing days?
The engines move too fast
The highways collapse

Can you feel things are spinning off their axis?
The rhythms don't meet at the fine line between
the vain warmth of an echo
the harness of a stone throne

TAKE HOLD OF YOUR HATS
AIN'T THIS A GAS?
BUT NOBODY'S BREATHING

YOU SHOT DOWN THE MOON
OH, YOU'RE SO COOL!
NOW WE'RE ALL DROWNING

BABIES IN BLACK
EMERGE FROM THE CRACKS
NOW WE'RE DRENCHED IN SHADOWS

YOU REEL IN THE SUN
TO IMPRESS EVERYONE
NOW WE'RE ALL BURNT TO A CRISP
TELL ME, ARE YOU PROUD OF THIS?

it's all fading too fast for me
is it worth trying to hold on to anything
let me lay sister
I'm Dizzy as Hell
I'm watching the shit fly from every angle

Divine is the hum of the turbines?
Stop screaming, man! Salvation's a scam
Bite your tongue harder until you're a martyr

Anything this side of hell is mercy
This may have been true, but the devil he broke loose
I seen him on a streetcar
With Madame Dubois

You're fiending the belief that you're crazy
You're spending your time bench-pressing enzymes
Wring out your curtains
Take drugs for your burdens

And you're wondering why the stoves keep on bleeding
Idyllic vibes lie stagnant in the pipes
Once frozen vapors now liquified

The room aches with the taste of an earthquake
oscillating, tilting the oceans are spilling
The engines rev so high
The billboards collide

Lay low, I'm gonna be sick. bring me my cradle
Hold me with everything, just keep me stable
The room's spinning faster from the floor looking up

Is there room left for another inch of progress?
We're caught in the quagmire, call the Tilt-a-whirl junkies
They can grease down the turnstiles
With Phenylethylamine

SHATTER THE PENDULUMS
BURN DOWN THE BELL TOWERS
DESTROY THE CLOCKWORKS
TO SLOW DOWN THE HOURS

RIP DOWN THE FACTORY BELTS
BEND ALL THE SHAFTS
TAKE EVERY MEASURE
TO SLOW DOWN THE HOURS

TEAR DOWN THE WINDMILLS
CLOTHES-LINE THE TURBINES
CAN YOU DO ANYTHING
TO SLOW THE REVOLVING?