1. |
Cardiac Soundtrack
02:55
|
|
||
|
I’m waiting like some heart attack
sneaking soul queen, cardiac soundtrack
Sister Nancy or maybe U-Roy?
It’s a mission through radio noise
and this collision, it is the mission
It’s that we’re playing with love obsessions
and you can reach out and test the waters
but you’re drowning with that offer
you wish you were born in some other era
when the ghost gave up with some surprise
It’s just a shutter, shutter fast life
It’s just a shutter, shutter fast life
look here!
now I’m waiting like some heart attack
stealthy soul queen, cardiac soundtrack
It’s the Jay-Tees on Bucktown Corner
It’s a mission through radio noise
and it’s a mission
say fuck tradition
It’s sedition
a contradiction
you can reach out in still waters
but you’re drowning with that offer
|
||||
2. |
Turing Toy
03:06
|
|
||
|
Turing Toy
I'm not scared, no I’m not scared when the floor gives way like that
We all know that it can't ground you we won't ever argue that
But she's says I got something for you and you'll lose that piece of you
I’ll shoot you through and through she says...
You rattle loud, Turning toy
Sleeping sound in schadenfreude
A thousand flaws, Turning toy, It’s your cameo (ooh my darling)
There’s nothing you won't do at midnight to feel that thrill again
We blacken the eye of virtues face with a shaking shuddering pang
She said I'll build a monster since you never asked me too
And since you have all of me I'll bury some of you
Standing there, Turning toy
I'm in my fathers uniform
Pretended prayer, Turing toy, now that’s some cameo (ooh my darling)
I'm not scared, no I ain't scared when the floor gives way like that
We all know that it can't ground you we won't ever argue that
But she's says I got something for you and you'll lose that piece of you
I’ll shoot you through and through she says...
Leaf-thin-skin, Turing toy
Wheeled in rags down desolate halls
It's the end parade we avoid
Now that’s some cameo (Ooh my darling)
I'm not scared of lonely affairs
Are you gonna stay here hanging on?
It's 3am I'm wide awake and I'd like to carry on
Does that cruel smile die on your face in spite of me or you?
She says I will cut you quick for such a thing like you
Snagged in the snarl, Turing toy
Gestures reverse your every word
Love in boneyards, Turning toy, I ain’t no Romeo (ooh my darling)
|
||||
3. |
Nerve and Vein
02:13
|
|
||
|
Nerve and Vein
Loud scars over racy pulses, laugh tracks over Luminol,
a clock without a single tick, a life on cruise control
She lost her life in a game of high stake charades
Web-thin mosquito limbs buried in the everglades (don’t know you)
I did all the legwork when I found the liquor store
But now I need a kickstand and I can't find the door
It's everything, it’s everything, in full swing
It's anyone, it’s everyone, it’s anyone, your favorite son (don't know you)
Polite as church ushers she's a dusty sawdust doll, a clock without a single tick,
a knife through a bullet hole
She lost herself in a game of high stake charades
web-thin mosquito limbs, we married in a hurricane
What pulse or pause can automate their dreamless lives?
Cruelty as a reflex waives the real surprise
Wide awake in their hand-me-downs
the kids chant a song about falling down
It's everything, it’s everything, in full swing,
It's anyone, It’s everyone, it’s anyone, your backward son (don't know you)
Every nerve and vein
|
||||
4. |
She's in Static
02:34
|
|
||
|
She’s in Static
Big talk from laddish man
That macho rubble man
He lost his temper he’s a caveman in a traffic jam
Race me on the Autobahn
Talk me up when I’m gone
The cavalry is too far
I’ll just play the piano as you leave now
Love over the CB radio
She's in the static jamming signals hidden in the noise
She likes the numerator, she’s got critical aim, she turns our page
and flies combat class
Don’t like to lose it
It’s critical man
And turn my page
Fly combat class!
Big talk from laddish man
That macho rubble man
He lost his temper hit the pavement in a traffic jam
Talk me up when I’m gone
But don’t wear my uniform
Your souvenir is a scowl
I’ll just play the piano as you leave now
Love over the CB radio
He’s a big man yeah yeah yeah he’ll tell you so she likes the numerator,
she’s got critical aim,
she’s turns a page, and flies combat class
Don’t like to lose it
It’s critical man
And turn my page
Fly combat class
Snitches and a rule of thumb
You're home an oil drum
Your voice a clicking pen
Typewriter in your head
The grapevine sells a myth
Confidant or therapist?
Whatcha mean you don’t catch my drift?
I can play it out for you now
Love over the CB radio
She's in the static jamming signals hidden in the noise
She likes the numerator, she’s got critical aim, she’s turns a page,
and flies combat class
|
||||
5. |
Panic!
03:53
|
|
||
|
Panic!
Stairs through gardens and undergrowth
Yours is the loudest voice amongst the ghosts
Love is restraint here not ecstasy
Here Francis chokes himself with his rosary
Some push/pull ain’t it?
A push/pull aint it?
A push/pull, panic!
Bait and bite
Rush and run
Nape and neck, I panic!
Seeing land appear across a bloody deck
Like a toy town where safety is in the ugliness
Sweet like Narcan or tobacco
Can you taste the mud in the water?
Some push/pull aint it?
A push/pull aint it?
It's a push/pull, ain’t it?
A push/pull, panic!
Bait and bite
Rush and run
Nape and neck I panic!
Tell me in my secret ear or hold your silver tongue
Topple like a cemetery stone
Skulls don’t dream and you can’t mine them for screams
Like a pornographic photo on hospital sheets
Some push/pull aint it?
A push/pull aint it?
Some push/pull ain't it?
A push/pull, panic!
I bait and bite
rush and run
nape and neck, I panic!
I bait and bite
rush and run
I push, I pull, I panic!
I bait and bite
rush and run
nape and neck I panic!
I bait and bite
rush and run
I push, I pull, I panic
I panic, I panic! panic
|
||||
6. |
p.s. Junket '82
02:21
|
|
||
|
What’s shaking in the new year?
It’s a soft sun at the poolside
She's my blonde assassin in her space shoes, and Bananarama, on her Kuwahara
Let them daydream instead it’s a safe retreat
Cause inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets
Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really loves those pills
She’s on the pawnshop junket and then she’s off to the greyhounds, man
Hey look who’s here
rockin up in nylons
Splash your hair around
I recite the sagas at the massacre
His recessive genes
hide cannibal designs
He’s your Tarzan in formaldehyde
Let them daydream instead of summer escapes
You were born on sweetwater banks but it's your sour heart that I taste
Venus loves the anarchy and in a piping hot teenage dream
She split the scene with and eclipsing wink in a tank top and Jordache jeans
Hey look out !
Hug your pillows cause she’s in love again
She likes his hairline, he likes her daughters
and now they’re moving like, like young mourners
It was a massacre in the daylight
Let them daydream instead it’s a safe retreat
Cause inside hides a Frankenstein on shameful hospital sheets
(you’re innocent! I bet you are!)
Lying there in warm sheep's clothing and man she really does love those pills
She’s on the lam with a matchstick man and they're headed for Jacksonville
Hey look out!
|
||||
7. |
bell the cat
04:35
|
|
||
|
Knockdown dragout, a bureaucratic shakedown
It's a straight up cop out
in a working class ghost town
The night time's are wild, don’t leave me here to bell the cat
And all the while she drank chamomile and read from the almanac
Knockdown dragout, she’s an elemental machine
adrift in the carnage of her broken parts and a dopamine smokescreen enough to shake her heart into rags rose cheeks and flash of teeth she left her kids in a parking lot at the jal lai on main street
Blue light eye drops she smelled of coke and rum
she's a train wreck that runs on schedule and I’m the pill end of her tongue
knockdown-dragout, a bureaucratic shakedown
It's a straight out cop out
in a working class ghost town
The night time's are wild, don't leave me here to bell the cat
And all the while she drank chamomile and read from the almanac
Blue light eye drops she smelled of coke and rum
she's a train wreck that runs on schedule and Im the pill end of her tongue
When the power goes out in a Havana
And the hurricane washes all the bridges out
I’m in a ditch rolled convertible on a trip to kingdom come
But no worries, some jogger will find my dead body
Back at the hotel, laying in bed, she felt like she was the last person on earth. But she also thinks in amusing kinks which she writes on her business card
A blusher with a buxom lover who just loves Marquis de Sade
|
||||
8. |
Love and Criminals
03:30
|
|
||
|
There they are that’s everyone, right there under your skin
Go after the disaster
Steer yourself into the skid
Now we’re reduced to rubble for all the rats to disgrace
And this is when I come undone and where it all takes place
Crows feet eyes like hesitation cuts
It’s no surprise we’re so delirious
Hey you get up, I’m all broken up
Throw me a line I got sucked up into you, everytime we’re like locked up criminals
Hey you get up, I’m all broken up
Go after the disaster
Steer yourself into the skid
You can live with all the laughter or you can hate and take the win
Another day of fang and claw, another bleeder for the pile
Now every day is so dangerous
Every day and every mile
Crows feet eyes like hesitation cuts
It’s no surprise we’re so delirious
Hey you get up, I’m all broken up
Throw me a line I’ve been sucked up into you, everytime we’re like locked up criminals
Hey you get up, I’m all broken up
The bruise blood has all drawn black, it’s where the life lines crawl to die
We’re here to lash flesh back to bone and give instructions for future eyes
We take everything so serious
Plotting resurrections for the dead
Ten billion neurons misfire novas as I slide from pub to bed
Crows feet eyes like hesitation cuts
It’s no surprise we’re so delirious
Hey you get up, I’m all broken up
Throw me a line I got sucked up into you, everytime we’re like locked up criminals
Hey you get up, I’m all broken up
Bury the shrine we got love and criminals!
|
||||
If you like The Clamor, you may also like:
Spetters / RA!D
by Spetters & RA!D
A terrific split cassette from two promising young indie bands, this is one part melody, one part fury.
go to album
A Split 7" Between Friends
by Dr Sure's Unusual Practice / Bench Press
A four-track bout between two of Australia's most formidable post-punk groups, fueled by wiry guitar riffs and vibrant, timely lyrics.
go to album
A new 4xLP boxset from Athens, Georgia art-rock legends Pylon includes both studio albums and a slew of unreleased recordings. Essential.
go to album
Joy as an Act of Resistance.
by IDLES
The English post-punk firebrands confront patriarchy, political turmoil, and personal tragedy on their searing sophomore LP.
go to album
You Wanted the Bike
by Aversions
The soaring arcs of post-rock, the punchy rhythms of post-hardcore, and the jagged lines of post-punk all join on the latest from Aversions.
go to album
Life's Too Good
by The Sugarcubes
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 12, 2022
go to album
Authentic Living
by Nail Polish
No-wave punks from Seattle push back against lifestyle choice as identity on their scratchy full-length.
go to album
