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The Parable of Saddled Souls

from Jalopy by Quasar Wut-Wut

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lyrics

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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from Jalopy, released April 1, 1998
Jordan – Bass, guitar
Dave – Drums
Matt – Vocals, guitars
Brent – Guitar

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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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