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GLOW CITY, or...

■ A DISEASE IN YOUR CLIQUE,
■ SONGS ABOUT MY FRIENDS & NOT ME,
■ THE SINKING OF DALLAS-FORT WORTH,
■ 13 FEVER DREAMS FOR SLIME PEOPLE,
■ "CRUELTY, ANXIETY, OBSCENITY, DREAD, THIS IS THE ANTIETHICS, THIS IS THE PROGRAM FOR THE END OF HISTORY"

Feast upon the music video for "The Great Modifier," dir. Andrew Valentine: vimeo.com/162232249

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released April 28, 2016

■ All music recorded 2014-2016 in Denton, Texas by Tim de Reuse aka WGWGSA except for:
■ Saxophone by Jordan Kusel of Pansy Moon [tracks 6,11]
■ Spoken word by Crash Macmillan [tracks 4, 12, 13]
■ Many vocal samples from A Problem Like Maria [pretty much everywhere]

■ Cover art by Witnesstheabsurd / Francine B
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■ Mastered by the ever exceptional Parker Vogt / Rekapper
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■ Help & Guidance & Samples & Love & Camaraderie & Moral Support & Amoral Support & etc from my lovely friends in The Hai
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krautrock/idm/electronic/folk/shouting/noise/prog/ambient/looping/pop/indulgent/glitch music by tim, who is from denton, texas

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Track Name: Earth Sun Idol
i know you're there
a highway cloverleaf all sunk in a meadow
flooding from both sides
north atlantic tides rushing inward and so
that's where my earth sun idol goes
take care

this place is way too loud
the music's on repeat for a thousand years and
everybody's falling out
saw your figure in a mirror through the crowd
primary colors, crumbling suburb
dirt on the carpet and idiot lovers
and water in the bones
water in the bones

but i'll take it, i'll take it
under pressure rushing in with a vengeance now
i'll take it, i'll take it
five-eyed angels try to sing, ringing long and proud
i'll take it, i'll take it
bodies swapping, chopping out and in and out
i'll take it, i'll take it
and you can't breathe, you can't win,
you can't lose, you can't make a sound

you're not here
it's a blank in my head, yeah
a space in my skull

a white faced demon
tapped out her cigarette on my shoulder
in her silky voice
asked what i look so boiled-over over:
i reply, "my earth sun idol died
last night"

(get up, get out)

get out, get out
in the cold
when the cold
is coming on
Track Name: Stasis Year [v2015]
my body is a reference;
that is, the name of a name of a name.
i'm a ratio, i'm a compromise
split my differences, i am the same
i'm a perfect circle
i'm symmetric and you're confused
disaffect me, try it, darling.
i'll do my best to get through to you.
and i'll never change, never change
el rey ha muerto, viva el rey.

float towards the end
start off every sentence with
"on a scale of one to ten..."
(standing at the edge
of the crowd and your temper
was not the best possible time to tell your friends)
yeah wait a month or two or three
lose your count and spend the time
in stupid headrush fantasy
a year or something, just believe
scratch until your skin comes off
you'll be recieved, you'll be recieved
catch yourself from underneath
and never change, never change
el rey ha muerto, viva el rey.

but seriously, i'm too scared to breathe.
let me in from the cold
let me sleep in your clothes
let me put my number in your phone

yeah, the name of a name of a name
can never get its story straight

tell me swear to god you won't get sentimental
tell me swear to god we've been reduced
push me over, let me through
are we driven under, am I loose?

tell me swear to god i won't get sentimental
tell me swear to god that we're not weird
and not to be dramatic, but
will anything get better this year?

never change, never change
el rey ha muerto, viva el rey
Track Name: San Angelo
hey pal!

we all loved your show tonight
but you should maybe head outside
'cause there are ghouls in the crowd
they'll mean well if you let them
but they won't like your tone
and for an arm around my shoulder
i will buy you a drink,
i will drive you home

suddenly
acid season tumbling drunk and dark
sick all over the passenger seat,
you authentic rockstar!
she's sleeping on the ceiling, tonight
she sleeping on the ceiling
and that was the very last time i saw her
on the front lawn
she told me there "if i could just start over from square one,
do it all again, yeah
if i could do it all again, yeah

i would not, i would not.
in the end, the end, my friend, someday
i'd fill myself with salt
end up the same."
because everything you've ever done
was somewhere in your thoughts.
try to leave before your time
and you won't get past san angelo alive

meanwhile,
my friend lives in a world at 3 AM
wishes he were bigger but he's not
says he's better off than dead
prays that no one sees him
or he will never be content
on adderall, he is stuck in his skin
said "if i could climb a ladder now
and come back down as anything
begin again, yeah
begin, begin again, yeah

i would not, i would not.
in the end, the end, my friend,
i'd only fill myself with salt
i'd be the same, i'd be the same"
i push my gigantic clumsy
body around the house
if you're dead behind the eyes
you won't get past san angelo alive

hide in your room, room in the back,
backwards in time, time of your life,
life that you missed, misunderstand,
and you're in the spin, spin in your head,
head in the game, head in the game,
head in the game

and what do you want? you want to be clean,
clean and remade, made in the light
lighter than air, errors and flaws,
awfully tense, sick in the sun,
something like that...
yeah, doin' okay

the last time i spoke to her
an hour on the phone
there were voices in the background
through the wind and signal snow
she was not alone, no
she will never be alone, no
not anymore
Track Name: Wednesday is the Cruelest Month
( just maybe
when you're stuck on something long enough,
leaving will kill it. )
Track Name: The Great Modifier
something's missing, something's missing
fury, furious magician in my best clothes
at every sold-out show
watch my far horizon
aren't i stunning in the starlight
at another table, on another planet
in a suit that always fits too tight

and you tell me that i make it look easy, yeah
that might be the case
but i only ever smile as i'm leaving

ooh, where are my controls?
radio waves the great modifier
starts to sing
yeah it pulls me in
tells me all these
tells me all these
t-t-terrible things
tells me where to begin, oh

aliens over for dinner
feel like winners, feel like winners
put your hand on my back, would you
in a moment, i might fall
i'm a perfect beauty, behind me
the afterparty flows like a movie
but i'm not so safe, i'm not so
steady when I stand this tall

and you tell me that i make it look easy
but i feel dirty like this, i feel
stupid suck-up sell-out sleazy, yeah

and you tell me i've been acting so dreamy
you'd have to drag me back down
kicking scraping screaming barely breathing and pleading:

ooh, where are my controls?
radio waves the great modifier
starts to sing
yeah it pulls me in
tells me all these
tells me all these
t-t-terrible things
tells me where to begin, oh

but, no, but i won't start,
'cause we'd fall apart
on your mark,
i'd eat your heart

see the frontier
here in the back with our clothes on
dried up, living in fear
with his head on the table
he laughs like he's under the gun
my darling runs
the great modifier let you down
and you're living in fear
and you're living in fear
Track Name: The One for Cyrus & Jeff
aren't you always living with a gunner in the balcony
who's scanning through the crowd for you?
aren't you always spinning to stay out of sight and out of view?
aren't you always worried that you never have the guts or grace
or something to be totally true,
waiting in the architecture patiently for someone to shoot?
aren't you always thinking 'bout apocalypse approaching,
aren't you waiting on a falling sky?
sinking sinking feeling that you'd probably be the first to die?
every night through every thunder,
push you up to pull you under,
waiting for the earth to crack
brace until a hooded figure lands a dagger in your back

home, home is no place
home is a comfort you hate
home is no grace
home is however you are
it's never that far, you know
get it out of your system,
get it out of your system,
suck up and spit out like so:

one for the creep with a linoleum heart
one for the band that is slicing apart
one standing bottled up, ready to blow
but he said don't tell anybody, nobody needs to know
one swapping checks between her rent or mistakes
one for the teeth all across her face
one for the friend who you think could be dead
but you can't work up the nerve to try to talk to them again
so long, so long! yeah, you could
but you don't, and you don't, and you don't...

one over there who keeps missing the bus
one that you love but you can't really trust
one for the guy who's still scared of the cops
all of his threats are losing all their gravitas
one for dead men in the skin of your head
one for lost years when you listened to them
one for Cyrus and Jeff! if they are well and alive
one to get me to sleep in the smothering night

as I! In the back there waiting
patiently scraping, knowing and praying
searching and scraping with my head inflating
with all the time I'm taking
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out
suck up and spit out, yeah
oh, you could, yeah, you could
but you don't, and you don't, and you don't...

unapologetic weight losers, backyard frackers
max/MSP adherents, walking corpses,
music as a parasite (and parasite musicians)
assholes with undercuts, gun-rights canvassers,
jazz dilletantes, cards against humanity
white guys using dead names, neo-con in-towners,
decrepit metaphors, hamhanded tonalists
inexcusable one-man efforts, insipid short films,
untenable small venue philosophy!
oh, don't mind me though!
a humble servant of the post-punk revival revival revival
you have queer issues and then you have Queer Issues,
Get Me?
unstable besties, home rule on facebook,
bubblegum air strikes, quick sinking feeling,
graceful delusions, provisional #texasnoise drama,
but it's all just scott brown's personal playground kingdom,
you know! oh, get it out of your system!

aren't you always thinking 'bout apocalypse approaching,
aren't you waiting on a falling sky?
sinking sinking feeling that you'd probably be the first to die?
every night through every thunder,
push you up to pull you under,
waiting for the earth to crack
brace until a hooded figure lands a dagger in your back

i love you, but you're just so...
you're just so...
Track Name: Sludge de Reuse
"what spirits are you ever going to lift?
what's the use in talking about this life as if it isn't all a gift?"
yeah, you're not wrong. maybe i'm always too macabre
i try, you know, but something's stalking through the dark
a mile out from land, do you understand?

and i always say i won't get fooled again
along this street i will repeat 'cause if i don't i know that i'll forget
as we sober up, there's something awful over us
spill your drink and run and scream but we're already
making future plans, do you understand?

oh, do you remember all those friends?
hey, can you stand to stand to stand them?
never let on anything, keep useful, keep a score
but always keep them firmly in the red.

oh, it depends!

just treat 'em mean and keep 'em underneath
whatcha say?
well, i wish i'd done something else today
and i wish i'd done something else today
a pound of flesh, a tinderbox,
a reason to stay
and i wish i'd done something else today
and i wish i'd done something else today

bear with me.
Track Name: Antarctica
and glowing all night
the prettiest people
crawling around on my walls
promise cloudless skies
and deliverance from evil
yeah, it keeps me terrified, keeps me tall

flash me primary colors
glossy photograph dreams
of greener grass three cities down
we could claw our way free
we could slip through the trees
out from the dried-up belly of this town

but the difference you want
ain't the difference it makes
there's no safe place
no safe place
no safe place
no safe place
and we won't be born again

i'm antarctica sleeping
make camp on an ice floe
drift north through the white weddell sea
when i pull myself over
the glaciers on south georgia
island i swear i'm awake as I can be

i think of electric bright lights
and warm beds and warm climates
and paradise london one world war behind us
oh! stuff me with stories and crumbling plaster
say the world has gone mad,
and i don't have an answer

are you stuck, are you shivering,
are you okay?
there's no safe place
no safe place
no safe place
no safe place
and we won't be born again
Track Name: Glow City, or, A Disease in Your Clique, or...
i had two friends,
that pushed themselves apart
down opposite sides of a mountain
they were always blood and smoke
at each other's throats
a pretty tired joke, huh? yeah, i won't!
the new age of empathy is upon us!
but what a disgrace! keep it to yourself!
so i cut the rope, leaving 'em all to the
capable hands of gravity, ha! i won't!

somewhere
deep in the decision tree of each night
there's a point where everything works out
in space and time

tell me what you want? how do you want it?
sing a few bars. do you even know?
could you even tell me?
dig a hole that goes round in a circle
with an end but no exit and crawl out? i won't!
a disease in your clique, pulling apart
soldier ahead? take it on repeat?
"another one's gone? it's the hand of fate, yeah!"
would you rather not think about it? i won't!

somewhere
way beyond our comprehending minds?
there's a point where everything works out
in space and time?

swimming in a crowd, there
we are vultures, we are circling a kill
and i get your text i kiss your neck
and i freak out, and i freak out.
imagine cold hands grabbing at stale air
and a redundant loop of highway in the
middle of nowhere built by no one
and i freak out, and i freak out.
I see GLOW  CITY, at quite a distance
the only structure that's not collapsing in the wind
i leave the building all sound and fury
and i freak out, and i freak out.

so here's to you!
split up because we always take the evidence as proof
split up because we'd rather underline and follow through
split up because our superego's paralyzed and blue
split up because realistically, what else are we gonna do?

somewhere deep in the decision tree of each night
nothing happens, everyone falls out
GLOW  CITY! i will choke it to the ground
somewhere way inside reality afforded
nothing happens everyone falls out
and out, and out, and out
Track Name: Full of Water
during the flood, the sirens are on
stuck with an idea of you
i think about it more than i ought to
more than i ought to, more than i ought to
and i hold it real close like a lucky charm
and i wait for it to kick into gear
as someone who smiles too much for me once said:
"just believe this'll be your year"

tornado alley, holy fire, there's a terrible silence here
pull me up and float me somewhere
through the upper atmosphere
but that's okay, this is how we start
say violent petty things, say it's everybody's fault
but in your arms
i'm not that smart
i'm not so smart

and i slept in like a drowning man
and i dreamt that you were fading and gone
and i woke up singing both sides now,
both sides now, both sides now
and i pray for the hand of a furious angel
to come in through the window and shut my mouth
let the water out
drunk text your boyfriend
tell him all you want is to know him
tell him all you want is to hold him -

- down again! we'll get our sweet revenge
for everything that anyone has ever done or said
in this disgusting city in this godforsaken state
and yeah, i will admit that i made some of those mistakes
but i can't shake our nothing faith
our sense of place.

(it's my paranoia nerve
it's my get-what-you-deserve
it's my every other word
tunnel to the center of the earth)
Track Name: Secondary
see! in the corner over there the exurbian priest,
a city slicker with a bone to pick, says that we've
all been denied our god-given great release.
says: "we could be silver-plated,
once were open-faced and naked!
but, listen, you don't hate it like i hate it, yeah!"

up in his seventh-floor apartment the exurbian priest
reading over his treatise on the sorry condition
of the human mind in 21st century heat,
says "i wake up freak out soaked and bloody
this dry malaise is tracing out above me."

but hey!
when you get a moment's rest
do you try to fill it up
with a weight in your chest, whatever's best
that very thought, when you are here
yeah, more or less it's my greatest fear
my greatest fear, my greatest fear

say i'm not that smart, and i'll waste it,
put me through my paces, tell me
i'll be overstuffed and i'll be awfully graceless
tell me you've been close enough to taste it
to a certain degree, o exurbian priest
your misread fight club dogma makes you weightless!

you're a nasty bunch of teeth
half-aware and floating underneath
do you rip and tear your room to breathe
you'll snatch it off the street, yeah
from somebody

somebody else that needs a moment's rest
and they'll try to suck it down
through a weight in their chest, whatever's best
that very thought when you are here
yeah, more or less, it's my greatest fear

"sunlight breaks through falling water,
our hero rides again!" but i don't
have the aptitude to barter
'cause it gets harder and harder.
maybe i'm not so smart,
but you're not much... smarter

and that's my burden to carry, i'm
SECONDARY, SECONDARY
never believe you're like me

and that's my burden to carry, i'm
SECONDARY, SECONDARY
never believe you're like me

and make that your sanctuary, i'm
SECONDARY, SECONDARY
never believe you're like me

and that's my burden to carry, i'm
SECONDARY, SECONDARY
never believe you're like me,
like me, no

but all the same, i know what you want.
it's someone to hate and someone to blame,
and another to stand on the rooftop and wave as you float away
and the pressure you're feeling that builds in your varicose veins
is the dim realization you don't get to have it both ways.
Track Name: The Ascetic, Parts I - III (North TX Story - "What Would Happen Then?" - The New Mundanity)
[ PART I: NORTH TX STORY ]

no memory of this place.
i washed the smell from me
a million years ago
while you were stuck asleep,
and I pray for traffic
blocking every eastbound lane.
any good excuse
to turn at the next light,
home the way i came.

oh, violent thought, a violent thought,
all hawk, no dove.
get in the car, try not to talk,
what are you dreaming of?
of dallas or the void?

oh, idiot saint, an idiot saint
where have you been?
in a terrible love, a terrible hole
something you've fallen in?
and spin and spin.

i've been hanging your name
off the tip of my tongue all this month.
oh, it weighs me down
but i can't shake it off, shake it off.
tell me what it's all about,
what the trouble, the trouble is for?
trouble follows you.
you let trouble in through the front door.

impossible earth, impossible sky,
your tired mind chopping you up,
always at odds.
is this your point of pride?
is this your grand design,
your grand design?

[ PART II: "WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN?" ]

i haven't spoken much in weeks.
my name is "The Ascetic," and
i'm breaking down, eroding,
always on the mend.
never speak again
because anything we ever, ever said
was calculated, modified, and measured to an end.
i was never taught, at least,
no product of my thought completes
a sentiment sincere enough to defend.
don't you see a gap between
our actions and intent?
we could stitch it up,
but what would happen then?
what would happen then?
what would happen then?

[ PART III: THE NEW MUNDANITY ]

what's with that look?
I will not eat and i will not breathe
it picks you clean
i'll circle the block, i'm staying awake
won't let it get to me
suspended on the breeze
it's the new mundanity
what's with that look?
what's with that look you're giving me?

are you scared i could be
rid of you in a week, a day?
i'd let you down.
just to get ahead I'd cut you
loose, rip you out,
breaking terror, open water,
force entropic,
i don't want it, i don't want it.
feel all your bones
crushing in the atmospheric
change, empty shells,
panic building in the wires.
i'd save myself,
walk off without a scratch. i'm a
complicit mess.
ever selfish, The Ascetic!
it isn't me, it isn't me
i think about it but i swear
to god it isn't me, it
isn't me, it isn't me, it's not -

(there isn't any cadence at the end of this
thing because that would defeat the point.
not to imply that i've been talking about a great deal,
not to imply that i've gotten anywhere, but...)
Track Name: Stasis II: Stasis Forever
(... but i've come around in a circle again, haven't i?)

and in my dreams you're acting fuckin' strange
faceless and angry and i'm in your way
i'm falling over, freaking out, wild-eyed
and i'm apologizing down a list of my crimes

wake up in a dead gray cloud of heavy steam
i feel your dead eye stare pulling over me
believe what you want to, kid
believe what you want to, kid
believe what you want to, kid
believe, believe

the world will perfectly divide
into people who die in the first act
or the second act, or the third act
or they go home. they're leaving you behind
in my nightmares, it gets simple
i'm the snare, and you're the cymbals
and the rhythm, it will lock in every time
never change, never change

GLOW  CITY, where the air is thick and warm
GLOW  CITY, lose a battle win the war
GLOW  CITY, every letter gets sent back home
and i keep 'em in my stomach like a heavy stone

and what made you think you ever had control?
why are you mourning someone that you didn't know?
you don't have it in you, kid
you don't have it in you, kid
you don't have it in you, kid,
you don't.

but the world will perfectly divide
into people who die in the first act
or the second act, or the third act
or they go home. they're leaving you behind
in my nightmares, it gets simple
i'm the snare, and you're the cymbals
and the rhythm, it will lock in every time
in the alcohol we're under
dreaming negative numbers
but none of that will ever change my mind
change my mind never change my mind
stasis i'll dismantle and divide
never change my mind