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Perpetual Spirals of Power & Pleasure

by Wasted Wine

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1.
I'll need no helicopters some blessed day I'll need no holy water, I'll fly away Ten Thousand eyes below me, No more to be By day a man of anger, by night pursued in dreams You let me down little lonely one your mouth to small for words I turn around, I'm the only one We strive but are obscured I'm like the book of poems upon your shelf You put your arms around me, then you do something else
2.
October 10th 05:05
Now early Sunday morning on court street second floor. The sound of brick and metal comes, the rain begins to poor. I was waiting for the coming summer heat, at the window, when i fell into the street. And all my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams come tumbling down along with me. Colors blurred and faded, I hear the angel’s breath. I feel his gentle whisper, her mouth upon my neck. I was planning to sow up my broken past. On the street my life’s now shattered like a glass. And all my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams come tumbling down along with me. All this time I wondered why I walked in heavy chains. The shadows fell down softly casting curses on my name. Light shown blankly through a painted yellow glass. I’m saved alas, but never falling down. At the edge I grip my saviors folded gown. And all my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams come tumbling down along with me. Early Sunday morning on court street second floor. The sound of brick and metal comes, the rain begins to poor. I was waiting for the coming summer heat, at the window, when i fell into the street.
3.
Her brother, he gave me some words to remember as he lay on his deathbed, in the bleak mid-December -- some words like a message you put in a bottle and throw off an island out into the water. Now, I had Her picture and I had Her name, that was all, but I had a promise to keep all the same. So when the roll was called, I was gone... wind and tide... flags flew over my head... Spanish wine... and my captain's face was red... but in the stillness and fullness of time, I arrived, I arrived, I arrived... Oh, I first spoke Her name as a whisper, in the stalls, in the stations and stores. In a matter of days I was shouting, in a matter of weeks I was poor, but the blind, and the lame, and the wretched, who I said were the least of the least, spoke some wandering words in confession; I was soon on a train heading east. While the wheels were wailing I was wondering where I was, why the world was whirling so, and where the hell She'd gone, but while my will was wandering, on some snow-white mountain pass, an engineer was drinking and a train ran off the tracks. As I emerged unscathed, the engine's flames were growing higher, so combed through the wreckage, and I pulled out one survivor. Now there was something in her eyes that struck me as she shivered: she didn't look much like Her -- so I fed the flames Her picture. One moment stretched through time has brought the evening to her knees and she whispers soft so I bend on down to hear. Our children play so lonely in the shadows of themselves and we look so real but find it hard to speak. The windows been left open. shit the cat has stole again. But we don’t mind we’ve got a lifetime to make up, before we wake up. Sundays full of secrets when the pastors on the pull. We nod our heads down lower than the pew that’s started to sink. And your envious white dress has caught the fishermen off guard. You serve them a catch and they complain of nothing but bone. The light creeps in unwilling in fluorescent harmony while the man in white reads the time and says “Hey son, it’s time to go home. I’m sorry, she gone.” Ohh my darling Ohh my love You were never meant for this world You were never meant for this world Ohh my love Ohh my baby You will never make me whole You will never make me whole
4.
The Dance 04:50
You do live here with me. We're stronger than all their feet. Tapping. Slapping. Tearing up the earth. When I walk it's felt, not heard, but heart, and sunk right through. And I say, isn't she beautiful? My arms reach out in dreams. My life penetrates. My voice calls like feathers, slinging quick remarks to the fellow who tips his hat at the edge of the table. I'll see you have heard his matter of fact tone. And everyone knows I love you.
5.
Well it's three in the morning when the socialites come home and I'm looking out the window with a mirror and a dovetail comb switchblade sticking out the top of her socks and "mama, I'm sorry I'm so obnoxious" o roll away these precious stones! now key to the city and you wouldn't even know my name sunday morning and the beggar at the gate was lame saturday night it's the casual scene with the topless(maybe say belly :wink wink:) dancers and the awkward lean o roll away these precious stones! now hand on the bible and I cannot tell a lie look to the east little mother as the years go by Pyrex stirrers and the kids don't look in Virginia, there ain't shit to do but cook o roll away these precious stones! you load sixteen keys and what do you get? cooking in the kitchen live a life of regret o roll away these precious stones!
6.
You Instead 03:21
I walked the ragged streets of Rome thinking today could be the day. I had a shiny bit of chrome, but even that has blown away. We said before they took our lives we'd make the ancient lanes run red. Now inspector Moreau's to dead to drive and I wish that it was you instead. All of our days were wild and green. After the gloom came blessed light. Catherine arrayed was like a queen, I on the left and you on the right. She wasn't quite what you'd described but I never trusted what you said. Everyone's sorry that she died and I wish that it was you instead. Now that your true face is revealed, I can't believe I was so wrong. Things that we hoped, we dreamed were real. Things that we real we dreamed were gone. I had such rich and bitter tears when I was weak and played along. But, in the intervening years I've found my place among the strong. Mine is the thumb that winds your clocks. Mine is the hand that makes your bed. I slide my knife into your lock, wishing that it were you instead.
7.
Caroline 03:28
Verse 1 Cracked dark pans and black marked hands hold the secret to the kitchen’s lock (what is it?) We all know what always goes in the cook’s special chicken stock (glub glub!) Well poor old Dave, hell he tried to be brave he was smart to refuse our help (hahaha!) But being tired and weak from the lack of good sleep, let’s just say he knows how Jonah felt! (AHHHH!) Chorus Oh where did He go? Oh where did He go? Only Caroline knows! Only Caroline knows! The pot is boiling over and our hands are stained with heat with the captain gone mane every-thing's wrong and us boys are nothing but meat! (mmmmm...) Verse 2 Saundra pays her own damn way and the money’s all made of flesh (oh la la!) Stretched and thin her sun-burnt skin is enough to steal a sailors’ breath! (oh!) Well Caroline’s axe and a pair of red jacks weren't enough to save her daughter Meg! (mommy!) And father Pete, had an ace in his sleeve hell it cost him an arm and leg! (scream ahhhh!!!!) Chorus Oh where did she go? Oh where did she go? Only Caroline knows! Only Caroline knows! HA! (solos) You can smell the skin a burnin’ while the grease it pours like rain and the only think that we’ve learned down here is how to serve your fellow mane! (mmmm...) Verse 3 Friend and foe are words we know who remembers what they mean? (not me...) Life’s a play and everyday someone acts their final scene. (aww..) Now courts and schools may have their rules and the church has it’s decrees, (Oh) but what things were are just a blur after forty days at sea! (AHHHH!) Chorus Oh where did they go? Oh where did they go? Only Caroline knows! Only Caroline knows! Now Michael, Jack, and Ruby Mr. Bones and Little Will... Well, we don’t mourn cause we’ve all been gorged and we know their with us still! Outro (Buck Samuel Dollars was a good man. Some say he was a great man. But he was more than those things, he was above all..... a delicious man!!!!!!!) Oh where did he/she/they go? Only Caroline knows.
8.
When the dogs came, ran we to shelter, our boots wet under the snow between windmills, cellars and beams, smoke in our eyes, like it all was a dream. There were two locks under the dresser. When night fell, we burned their buildings, their flags, down in bitter defeat. Those were the days that were wicked and sweet. Then the spring came; all things were silent. The sun crept in through the holes of abandoned hovels and homes. We were so free with no lives of our own. Now the clock ticks, And I'm bored by your beauty, now the page turns and I'm sick of your smiles, now the wax drips, and your bed doesn't suit me, now the wick burns. and you no longer move me, but I'm still afraid of your halothane eyes. Now we're titled and troubled with no one to blame, and it seems like a strange way to live. Oh, I've heard the sermon and I've heard the Name; there are some things I cannot forgive. Ivory, marble, and African brass, my vision's transfixed and at last I collapse on the floor. Oh, the grey lords step out from the shadows, their fields dry. Drunk in the harbor, they dance bare on the fisherman's pier. I merely stare at your great chandelier, for it's your voice, curling around me, your lace and your linen that keeps me concealed from the red hands and the ebony ears in this burned-out apartment while time disappears. Now the clock ticks, And I'm bored by your beauty, and the page turns, and I'm sick of your smiles, and the wax drips, and your bed doesn't suit me, and the wick burns. and you no longer move me, but I'm still afraid of your halothane eyes. And I wish we'd known nothing of porcelain skin, of sapphires, rubies, and gold, of the pallor of angels, of crystal, of sin, and I wish that the air had stayed cold. Why look away? There's no shame feeling small when the men at the door and the clock on the wall have us lined up, and torn down, and measured out, all. Your face is obscure now, but I still recall when the dogs came.
9.
In a war torn land lived a brave, bold man who strove to charter peace. To prove his faith he took a vow to marry sweet Francesca. “Brother Paolo, please, you must help me,” he cried while on his knees. She’ll never marry seeing me -- I’m the hunchback of Rimini. (Chorus) What’s the saddest fate you can imagine? How could God be so cruel to fan the flames of passion that fortunes breath can't cool? With the hunchbacks seal Paolo went to steal her heart in countries aid "Once bound by law when we return we shall end this masquerade" Once the two were wed, Paolo's heart, it bled. He longed to break disguise. "I want her for my self," he thought "I can't bear my brother's lies" What’s the saddest fate you can imagine? How could God be so cruel to fan the flames of passion that fortunes breath can't cool? In Francesca's Room Paolo broke costume and took her with a kiss the hunchback came to bid goodnight when he saw the lover's tryst (when he witnessed the lovers tryst) So he drew his knife then he killed his wife and ignored his brother's pleas he yelled to them "Dont fuck with me I'm the hunchback of Rimini!!!" What’s the saddest fate you can imagine? How could God be so cruel to fan the flames of passion that fortunes breath can't cool?
10.
Now if you leave to seek your fortune, you will be far away from me, but I at least should get a portion. Picture me rollin’ on the open seas. So if you come back bearing diamonds, or foreign bills, or foreign guns, who else, my love, will help you hide them? And can you trust them to be silent? Who else will offer you asylum when you come? And I will wait for you, Aisha, on these lonely afternoons when the wind is blowing free, so come back soon. It’s those fast cars, fine clothes, that life fit for a king. As I throw out my money like paper, boys, it don’t mean nothing to me. I thought your dreams had already come true. I got screens rollin’ down but I don’t have a picture of you. Now if you leave to seek your fortune, I’ll suffer many restless days. But if you’re certain than you’re certain, though you might be a different person, you might change. So come back weak and heavy laden. Or come back bronze and overjoyed, and let me know I was mistaken as I lay down among the ravens, and let me know that what was taken was not destroyed. And I will wait for you, Aisha, on these lonely afternoons when the wind is blowing free, so come back soon. It’s those fast cars, fine clothes, that life fit for a king. As I throw out my money like paper, boys, it don’t mean nothing to me. I thought your dreams had already come true. I got screens rollin’ down but I don’t have a picture of you.
11.
I will never forgive you for leaving me The way that you did back on Barber Street I will never make love to, nor hold you closer than a foolish and awkward friend Through the slats in my window I found my true love Sent to my eyes from the heavens above Black hair like coal and sapphire eyes Each day like the last a new plan I’ve devised To catch her and say “Hey let’s go for a drink” Today was that day, or so I did think Oh I’ve seen from a distance she gets drunk from a thimble I’m sure if we’d met she’d been limber and nimble Red roses and wine, some bitter dark chocolate At last at her door, a deep breath as I knocked it And to my suprise her great door just flew open He things were all missing, I stood there so broken I will never forgive you for leaving me The way that you did back on Barber Street I will never make love to, nor hold you closer than a foolish and awkward friend Thirteen days of depression, broken, cold hearted I peered through the bushes to where she’d departed and what did I see, but a horrible sight A much longer bed, a new tenant I spied and who could imagine or be so damn clueless to think you could fill her place just would be foolish nightfall again, alone in my tree a silent observer when what did I see She was dressed like and angel so slender and long from her head to her toes a cascade made of blond and this time much quicker yet just as the last as she opened her door she was warm but alas I could never forgive her for leaving me The way that she did back on Barber Street I could never make love to, nor hold her closer than a foolish and awkward friend Now as we sit hand in hand I feel so listless She wants me to marry her just before Christmas Hey grey eyes still plead how they wish to be blue Her blond hairs still missing it’s ebony hue and now I can’t sleep without wanting to see her my new love can’t help that I want her to be her as she tried on her dress and the local boutique I was so quick oh so light on my feet I ran down the street hoping no one would find me that’s when I hear her voice circling around me and now as I sit, in my new poplar tree I’ve learned it’s not love that’s important to me Oh of course I forgive you for leaving me the way that you did back on Barber Street I will always be true to and hold you closer as a distant yet awkward friend.

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Wasted Wine's 5th and most mature release Adam and Robert invite Robert and Lou Buckingham along to help define what will eventually become the future sound of WW, transforming the Duo into a Band.

Still thoroughly composed "And this is what sets Wasted Wine apart in general. Each song features deliberate, careful orchestration. Few things come in as whimsical or loosely planned. Think of each note played as a textural brush stroke in a Van Gogh painting. Wasted Wine’s meticulous treatment towards how the music is composed, played, and arranged within each track resonates a certain focus, so that while some pieces stick out, there remains a cohesiveness to the whole work, a cohesiveness that easily feigns away any potential insult of “kitsch” or “gimmick” one might throw at other acts attempting such theatricality."
Myles Griffin - We are the upstate

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released November 25, 2011

All Songs and Music written by Robert Gowan and Adam Murphy
Performances by Wasted Wine members:
Robert Gowan
Adam Murphy
Robert Buckingham
Lou Buckingham

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Wasted Wine Greenville, South Carolina

Wasted Wine is a band based in Greenville, SC. Their songs combine Eastern European melodies, Middle Eastern instruments, cryptic lyrical storytelling, and complex, suite-like song structures, woven together in their own strange blend of homemade prog-rock. Live, the band is often accompanied by Discordia Arts, featuring theatrics, dance, fire, and much more. ... more

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