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1. |
Overture
03:48
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[instrumental-ish]
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2. |
Nature Abhors a Vacuum
04:59
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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
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3. |
Take 8
03:15
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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
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4. |
Pillars Rising
03:57
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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
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5. |
Cut Me Down
03:05
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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
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6. |
Never Steal the Sky
06:12
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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!
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7. |
I Am Dead
02:55
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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.
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8. |
My Left Hand
05:43
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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
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9. |
Mothership
05:17
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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
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10. |
So I Wrote a Song
03:33
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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
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11. |
Rise Without a Sound
02:36
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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.
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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
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13. |
Wünderbra
04:38
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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.”
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14. |
Dizzy as all Hell
06:16
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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?
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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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