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The Very Big Talk

by Gondoliers

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You can change the name again but the danger remains the same and when we paint over the bolts heaven knows the bolts are still loosening To the islands we can say that we shall flee, to the Congo to remain in infamy but in reality we are loving all this muck our feet are stuck in. Why else would we stand in line so many blazing hot summers in a row? Did we think it would end differently this time? We've been given enough rope to get to where we set out for. He knows it and she knows it and you're the last one to see your portrait. All the hoarders been squatting the running boards in the hopes of scoring a free ride. And you entertained their fantasies. And you entertained them accurately. It was once obtuse but now the one leg is shortening. It will become acute when one of the two of you starts screaming. These things are never quite equilateral. They are never quite evenly divisable. Thats why they are dangerous and unstable. That's why we find solace piped in through the cables. So we bring our vacation to an end this very day. All we ever really wanted was the ashtray anyway, to line up with our nicknacks and wait to be thrown away, to pass off on our youth when we reach our end of days. As we gaze into the haze we are amazed that it's so clear, the shape into which all of our ships have disappeared. So we'll lay our lazy heads beneath the waves while mermaids tuck us three deep into watery graves.
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Kooky Castle 02:27
You've surrounded your self with faggots. You stored led in your kitchen gadgets. You moved into a city of sadness. And you were due. You brought clouds down out of the bluest skies. You broke it off with all of your magic eyes. You sacrificed your queen for a spawn and you were due. Now you're sqatting your kooky castle. Your lies pile higher than the eyes of the trees. All of your dead friends are returning to haunt you in your dreams. Well the bricks they are stacked all crazy. The neon colors are just amazing but it's only window dressing from when you were a baby and it's no longer blue. The leaks let out so much of the precious heat. Those fucking bills are sky-fucking-rocketing. It's time for us to pay off this heavy deed or skip out and live on the emptiest beach.
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Your tiny fangs sank so deep. Your swollen feet will always creep. I'll never know for sure if you're awake or asleep. You promised me that we could one day breed. That we could make our own little bleeder. I know you'd be the perfect incubator. If you want blood then come and take it all. It's pooling in my feet. It's coursing through my balls. I've left a sickly sweet trail for you to follow. Everybody wants to pave their own path to destrcution. Everybody needs to make their own little baby something. I'll give my blood to our vampire baby. I'll let it all for our vampire baby doll.
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Curses 02:55
The curses run down my walls into the carpet and when it's soaked we drag it out into the street. You keep smoking like a chimney on fire hovering over my head while I try to read. I sent men back to fight for me before the weatlhy houses so I could stay home sticking needles in my leg. I held you closer than my closest enemies. Now I curse your name incessantly. I dove into the tunnel. I drove into every single sin. I came out the other end with riches unlike other men. I'm desperate but I'm no idiot. I'm paying for my tresspasses legitimate. This is not a war when no one's getting rich yet. We put it on ice as if we were begging for curses on curses on curses. All of our purses overflow with curses. That fucking cat died and it won't stop dying. It lives in your hair and your eyes and it's thriving. Flightless birds they keep on arriving, stalking me and walking just out of my reach, mocking me and waiting for the end of time where we will die happy on that golden commode of mine. We'll die high on our curses and curses and curses. Every new verse is smothered in curses.
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The Whip 02:55
I'm hit and I'm down and they're counting but I'm only resting my vision. You got me good and my eyes are still adjusting to my newest situation. I've got blisters and scars on my knuckles from kneeling. I see stars and two of every two of you when I sleep. But when the swinging begins again I'm in and singing at the top of my lungs. I've got secret weapons that will cave you in so wear headgear my love. I can take the whip. I can take the whip. I can take the reigns and ride this little pony back home and all over you. My suits gonna change out for one much less phony really soon. I hope you are ready for the grudgery and I hope you are ready for the drudgery. I want to thank you. You're a treasure when you're above me. I never would have got out if it weren't for all your shoving. I hope you like the feel of my new gloves. I stitched them out of gray matter and blood. I can take the whip. I can take the whip. So if this is it why are we not selling it? If it's the shit how come I'm not smelling it? Had you given me three more minutes we could have turned this whip into a lovely hit.
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Fascination 03:22
Narrow your eyes a bit before you walk into it. It's a set up and you're a patsy. You thought you were ready but they had your number. They tapped your weakness with clever signage. Take what you want while you're soaking in it but don't be so god damned fascinated. Don't be so fascinated. You're not so fascinating as you might think. In the best of all possible worlds you're the luckiest of the luckiest of the girls. You laid out your bait and you waited and waited. The biggest fish bit. Now he's swimming away with it. Trolling, trolling, trolling the deep for a peach among creeps. Don't be so fascinated. You're not so fascinating as you might think. You're a baby just waiting bottom up on your blanket for the biggest hand to come and spank it. So lay your tools out on the desktop. Pull your boots on. We'll get messed up. Decorate the walls with skulls. We'll take one shot for each prick who calls you. You wear the rings and I'll eat the cake of the one who you most fascinate.
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The Opener 03:59
Once the meal had been fully ingested and the guests had taken to their own private ways. That's when you came across her, the french opener, and it commenced. With the proper dressing we could swallow anything. With just a touch of french we feel that we could swallow la mer. Bottles were cracked open and wine was stacked in pyramids as if this were the day on which we were to be wed. Bull's blood dripped from the ceiling fan and the hands of the french opener as it commenced. With the proper dressing we could swallow anything. With just a touch of french we feel that we could swallow la mer. And that little cut of white lace hinted at her lingerie. Knelt before the kitchen sink it was more than my heart could bear. All my thanks go to the opener. All my thanks go to the french opener.
8.
Wacky Shack 03:16
Mom called and said dad's stuck in bed again.I guess this is the way things will end. I gave you a rock and said here is where I intend to spend the sum of my days. You told me there's still too much more to see. The roof is caving in so slowly. We can hardly tell if it's safe for us to breath. Oh, I know I'm not the greatest carpenter. For I know I'll always have more lumber to burn. Now nobody wants to make these tough decisions so we leave it to hired hands. They'll clean our pipes and standardize and keep walls from falling in. Maybe we just need medication adjusting. Maybe we'll breath this way perpetually. Maybe this roof line is as plumb as it's gonna be. Oh, I know I'm not the greatest carpenter. For I know I'll always have more documents to shred. We built this thing according to scale, the particular scale of our perculiar lives. We reserved one box of bluetip matches to strike anywhere at anytime. Oh, I know I'm not the greatest carpenter. For I know I'll always have more poscards to send. I drew up the plans to this here whacky shack. I'm the architect and I should have known better than that, that nobody wants to shack up all alone.
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Wet Kittens 05:17
We've got lube cubes in the freezer. We've got blue pills for energy and thrills. Is that what you want? If it is then close those eyes. If not then open wide. It's not an exceptionally humid day. Is it getting hot in here one muffin might say to the other as they get baked in the oven. Is that what you want? If it is then close those eyes. If not then close them tight. And now your fur is glistening. Perhaps merely tears from your whiskers dripping. Are you joyful when you purr or is it just your nerves? You know the safe words. You can sleep anywhere. We've just been exploring. Finding new footing. Kittens seeking purchase in the slipperyness of the wet, wet, wet grass.
10.
I saw tulips shaped like flaming lips today and I imagined your stupid face. Wandering an empty square murmuring and mumbling your ugly name. I've sent the last of my secret messages. We sent love notes across the land with carrier pigeon hands or then again maybe we didn't. Hard to say what day that bird finally flew away and should it's wings ever stop their beating I'll send the last of my secret messages. I would crawl inside that trollop's skin, slide around in her bed again. I'd wrap my head in sheep and forget all the clever words you said if I weren't already dead. Just another stubborn zombie pioneer. And in that square today I swear I showed my bits to so many of these useless future operators. I grow impatient waiting around here with all the other patients for the same inefective medication. I'll send the last of my messages when I see your two lips split open again.
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Recorded and Mastered by Niccolo Manzzantini and Fabio Fantozzi at Orfanotrofio Studios, Lorenzana, Italy

Produced by Orfan Records

Cover Art by Michelle Andrade
Lettering by Ian Adams
Photo by Samuel D. Quinn

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released January 1, 2018

John Manson - Vocals, Percussion
Dan Madri - Guitars, Synths
Kellzo - Drums
Guest Whistling by Guillaume Papin

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