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Theodore Kloba I discovered WGWSA when we both did the 2013 NaSoAlMo challenge. His effort was great back then, and this is even better. It's hard to pick a favorite; each song serves a different purpose and does it well. There are echoes of many of my old favorites from Joy Division to Laurie Anderson and Radiohead, but this is no derivative or throwback. Possibly file in the same category as fellow Montréalers Ought. Beautiful, musical use of "non-musical" synth noises. Favorite track: I Wring You Out in the Sink.
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a man with washboard abs realizes the world does not care,
a first date turns sour on a long bus ride,
a young gay couple struggle to display empathy,
a silicon valley fever dream turns anti-erotic,
a helpless romantic won't stop scratching at the wound,
an aging narcissist attempts to transmogrify himself,
a proud fighter struggles to exist without constant opposition,
a loving mother prays for an acrimonious end to her daughter's marriage,
a disgruntled angel hangs out on earth to get away from office politics

SONG AGAINST RECOVERY / SONG AGAINST FAMILY / SONG AGAINST MASCULINITY / SONG AGAINST STYLE / SONG AGAINST INEVITABILITY / SONG AGAINST HUMOR / SONG AGAINST FANTASY / SONG AGAINST VANITY / SONG AGAINST NOSTALGIA / SONG AGAINST INTIMACY / SONG AGAINST REPETITION

[11:44] alex: oh tim these lyrics are so acerbic but the absolute Beats

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released September 19, 2019

■ All music recorded 2017-2019 in Montréal, Québec and Denton, Texas by Timothy de Reuse aka WGWGSA

■ Cover art by Marzanna Drowning
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■ Mastered by the ever remarkable Parker Vogt / Rekapper
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■ Artistic support from my esteemed colleagues in The Hai
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Water Gun Water Gun Sky Attack Montreal, Québec

krautrock/idm/electronic/folk/shouting/noise/looping/pop/indulgent/glitch music by tim, who is from denton, texas but is hibernating in montreal for a while

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Track Name: NIL (Sour Death)
Repetition is a violent thing
The millionth crack breaks the wall
The joke shows up dead on your doorstep
And it's everybody's fault
Patch it up with tape and paper
Little more blood from that stone
Better is a curse: it gets worse
You see it through alone

Habit is a desperate station
Tune in when it's all you got left
Switch it off turn around on the spot
That's a sour kind of death
I need only a finite number of
Words to completely describe you
Better is a curse: it gets worse
'Cause when it hurts, then it's probably true

Instinct makes no memories
An eternal yellow light
Relax! Mill about with your head down
Take a nice walk by the riverside
I've been reviewing the footage
I've got it all here on my phone:
Better is a curse: it's perverse
And it's never gonna feel like home
Track Name: Domestic Song
Now that luck has finally found us, babe
I'm a white picket fence
For at least as long as your family
Stays too nice to protest!

They speak of you like a myth
An especially tender myth
Now your name and the names of your friends
Are all acronyms in the shadow of it!

And what language will they use to say you're failing?
Do they have suspicions they can prove?
When you're remade in effigy for one more vivisection
In that room what language will they use?

You are not in agony
We are not so cold and lonely
And maybe I adore you
But the future is not around the corner

whatever has found us, babe
It's not what i expected
Can't keep my eyes on the horizon
In every direction

What of you can be picked apart?
Where does your machinery collect?
Where'd you lay your wires, and which
Ones determine cause against effect?

What sentence in the end describes last summer
Of those second-hands accounts you never meant?
When final judgment visits North America to find you,
What will be the sentence in the end?

Oh, you are not in agony
We are not so cold and lonely
And maybe I adore you
But the future is not around the corner

Hey
Don't be ashamed, you know
Whatever gets in the way
Will get in the way
Hey
Don't be afraid
Whatever gets in the way
Will get in our way
Track Name: Flex!
Last time I took your pulse.
Thought we might last a couple days
And it's been a while since then
My prognosis is the same
Oh, angel! I feel away
I feel impermanent and gray

Let me turn on a light
Let me turn you around
Flex your muscles, right there, big guy
Flex your muscles now, but not like that!
Yeah, the heart of the problem is
Every night the same dream
Every night the same dream
I'm tired of it

You told me once
We can't get anything for free
It's always us against them
Before it's you against me
Oh angel! i love the way you think
And I hate when i get what you mean

How's it looking outside?
How long you in town?
Flex your muscles, right there, big guy
Flex your muscles now, but not like that!
Yeah, the heart of the problem is
We always face the same way
We're always on the same page
I hate it!

It's the luck of the draw
It comes in on the wind
Take a look at your tea leaves
That's where confidence lives
Oh, angel!
I've lived in your beautiful house
For an age and I try to relax
But from a certain perspective
I'm a visitor here
I am still moving in

You can only ever want what you know how to ask for
You can only ever want what you know to believe
Before you can pray you have to pick out the words, yeah
You can only ever dream of what you've already seen

You can only ever dream of what you've already seen
You can only ever dream of what you've already seen
You can only ever dream of what you've already seen
Fading queens will wait in vain for novelty

That's you and me, man!
Oh, angel
Some nights, your starry eyes
They're falling on me all wrong
Track Name: Leon's Turning Monstrous
Leon wakes up
One week or another
Way too young to start to feel his age
He's even made a point to change his colors
But the bars have not been welcoming of late

Nothing's arrived
Get you impatient
Couple years now burning through luck
He claims sabotage on all his public transformations
But, me, I think he's really giving up

I mean, for any other reason you'd never
Do so much to buy so little time
Oh, Leon, by next year nobody will remember
What happens here tonight

End of the line
So tired of excuses
Tired of being humanoid and useless
He runs through idle dreams of waking in the sewers
Bloated and mutating and alive

I mean, I'd say I didn't understand your point of view
But that's just some stupid pride
Oh, Leon, by next year nobody will remember
What happened here tonight

This song will not help you
This song will not move you
This song will not grow with age
This song will say nothing
This song will forget you
This song will disappoint you
This song will not change you
This song will not heal you
I don't think you're listening
I just want to reach you
I just want to see you
Track Name: Oh, Get Foreshortened, Man, Get Normal
Now!
Petulant zombies
What do they matter?
Growl at the neighbors
We're building a city
For rational men to make
Nihilist chatter
Stay warm at heart
Don't worry the details
Go parading the stars
Feel like a child
Sinking into his mother's arms
History's finished!
Like in the nineties but
This time it's different
My world is swimming and
All's right with it
Part of a whole like
An organ suspended
Outside of the body
No fires and no alarms

Something could happen
But not for a while
Something could happen
Better not get tired
Do what you can
Make petite corrections
Stand perfectly still
Get in a question
Been thinking it through
Maybe the answer
Wants nothing to do with you
Maybe there's already
An elephant caterwauling
In every room
Bloom under pressure
Process and ponder
All at your leisure
Oh, can you imagine?
Panic through pleasure
A stress on the muscles
I bet you've never had to measure

All pictures are of pictures
All stories are of stories
All names are of names are of names
I try to keep perspective, yeah,
But time is moving strange
I get foreshortened, man, I get normal
This i try to allow
But through my window
I see all things here and now!

Here and now!
Oh, here and now!
Here and now!

I don't want to get even
I don't want to debate
The morning sun
Will crack its skull upon my holy name!

Now!
Speak in abbreviations
Secretly love it
Impotent coward
Hate feeling sober
Feed me lines through an earpiece
I think about nothing
Drop of sweat on the eyelash
Or an ache in the shoulder
A hill I can't get over
A physical union
A shout that I hear in the dead of night
It's awfully human
Hey keep your composure!
You gotta perform
Say you believe it
Go choke if you don't
You can get a big head
But know your place in a
Room full of friends
Keep your voice in that tone
Keep that smile off your mind
You've never really been alone

All crises eternal all themes universal
All friends parasocial there's no other way
Sea of spit and milk drawn through
All points in empty space
Oh, I get foreshortened, man, I get normal
Yeah this I try to allow
But through my window
I see all things here and now!

I don't want to get even
I don't want to debate
The morning sun
Will crack its skull upon my holy name!
All I want will continue
All I want is to remain
All I want will continue
All I want is to remain
Track Name: Gay Joke
Don't call me that name
I don't care if you like it
I don't care if you only mean to keep it safe
If I had one wish I would probably turn it down
Some things that I would rather we say less about

He said you don't have to always be talking
My mind never does work in those logical ways
He said I am handsome enough to fool anyone
Oh, I'm sorry, that is certainly not the case

Let me tell you a joke
Let me tell you a joke
I hope you like it!
Let me tell you a joke
Let me tell you a joke
With no punchline and no end!

You know, all things start in medias res
I agree and he puts my hand on his knuckles and then
Oh! See me dead in the right lane!
See those vultures are circling overhead!

He serves a function
Don't let on that you want him
Don't get caught off your guard
Don't ever take a shape

Just make him laugh
And don't answer too many questions
Don't say what's on your mind
Or something's gonna break
Track Name: I Wring You Out in the Sink
I'll do whatever you tell me
Come pry open my head, you can look through my phone
I'll drink gin and rose water
I'll live on white rice and lentils at home

And you don't have to mean it
Yeah we don't have to speak of the future aloud
I just want a flower in my hair, man
Dress me up and parade me through town

I've got your blood on my free time
I have all of your messages memorized
I chew them on the bus to work
And slide them under my eyelids
When I don't feel all right
I want whatever gets you off
I want whatever gets us to to next year alive

I missed you for awful reasons
That I never understood
Missed you for a time and place
That was never any good

Now I wear your memory out like an old rag
It's not the most romantic thing
I use you to clean my windows
I wring you out in the sink
Track Name: I Do Not Light Up
See yourself in parallax
Aim for ten percent body fat
Go dye your hair black
My skin is pale rosy
My gaze is baby blue mirror smooth
Et je serai en forme pour toujours

Adonis in bad colors
Chiseled you out plain:
Eros I think you're tame
In twenty years
Who'll remember you?
Je serai en forme pour toujours

I've been on the prowl and it's not going better
And I'm taking my time and it's taking forever
Oh! I do not light up
I walk like I'm graceful, I crawl for a mile
I suffer for fashion, I suffer this smile
Yeah, I do not light up

If you deviate the future will reject you
If you stumble it won't make you any friends
If you wear that dress, ooh, an act of god himself could not protect you
And if you don't light up then you might as well be dead

I'm queer like whatever! I am here to enthrall!
No one said it'd be easy; no one says much at all
Yeah, I do not light up
I'm young and vivacious, inspect my dimensions!
I'll live in your nightstand, I'll eat your attention!
But I will not light up

Your father's upset 'cause the image no longer reflects you
And your mother's scared 'cause she can't see round the bend
If you wear that dress, ooh, no one in their right mind will respect you
So if you don't light up then, you might as well be dead

Live as if you're fading fast
You're the hottest hypochondriac
I bend my spine back
Oh I'm losing the plot,
I'm just losing the tune
Je sais que je serai en forme pour toujours
Track Name: I'm a Sucker for Lost Civilization
Through endless afternoons, I stay awake
I live in ruins of an age
My pipes are ringing sharp and easy
In my wake - I own this hazy day

Now, in my moments of weakness
I might curse this rotten war
I might curse this rotten war
I might curse this rotten war
But hey, then, what else am I good for?

Ain't gonna sleep until i break
Ain't gonna sleep for just old times' sake any more!
I shoot an arrow cross the sun
And feel much keener than before!

I'm a sucker for lost civilization
This land with lungs collapsed and bleeding through
My work is slow but I am patient
This land forever sleeping in a tomb

But if they ever storm the beaches
I might curse those rotten yanks
I might curse those rotten yanks
I might curse those rotten yanks
They left me with nothing left to do

Who drops the bombs here again?
Dreaming mad jack alive come light me up!
Oh, what a view
I shoot an arrow cross the sun again;
In this I am renewed
Track Name: Smut
Here I have a little copper thing in my arms
See, got a little copper thing in my arms
Don't do me any good but I keep it around

I am only in the clear when I see the exits
Gotta be forever on the offensive
Only looking up when something is
Holding me down

I will get along with anyone if I need to
Got a couple tricks to keep me efficient
I am a machine that sweats for affection

Hey, man, I don't feel okay when we're at your table
Maybe I will feel okay in the bedroom
Before you can turn me on I need a little misdirection!

Smut!
My desire lies
Clinical and dry
I freeze this moment for a future place and time
At my full extent
Everybody's friend
Consistently funny and usually kind
Never sound confused
Always braced for bad news
Take your melatonin take your SSRI
Sometimes I'd rather have a pornographic life

Here I have a little copper thing in my arms
See, got a little copper thing in my arms
I guess I'm gonna keep it around I'm gonna keep it around
Track Name: 1,000,000,000,000 Angels Tell Another Joke
My name is fate
My name is neverending
Time and again
My word is wrong
My narratives are always bending

I crawl through space
Shaky, on my final breath
Time and again
With knives and chains
A trillion angels leave me for dead

Oh, cry of faith
My spirit overextending
Time and again
My body breaks
But i am always mending

My nights run long
My winged gaze surrounding
Time and again
I roll this stone
In figure-eights up mountains

But all of my miracles
They dissolve, they drain away
Without you, any day
Without you, babe

My name is fate
I plot my course unblinking
Time and again
My plans are grandiose
Though my means are shy and shrinking

My stars are crossed
My hearts are ever pounding
Time and again
I roll this stone
In figure-eights up mountains

And all of my miracles
They dissolve, they drain away
Without you, any day without you,
Without you, without you, babe

So what I cast them off again!
So what I cast them off again!
I turn to earth and I descend
so what I cast them off again

The universe is dark before this day is through
I spin in place this day, this day repeats you
Inside my house I'm comatose, I'm vanishing, I'm see-through
Tomorrow is sleeping!
The future unconscious,
Battered, bleeding, barely breathing, beneath you

I keep up morale but I just feel fatigue
Angels tell another joke but, man, I haven't laughed in, like, a century
No more nostalgia! No more love-letters!
No looking inwards! There's nothing to see!
But terrible daydreams of featureless deities
Reaching their arms out and clawing at me

Angels are bureaucrats, rent-seekers, parasites!
Heaven is an endless tower of middle-men with glassy eyes!
Hopeless incompetents, mild-mannered manager types,
All stumbling, drowning, convalescing in eternal light!

So what I cast them off again!
So what I cast them off again!
I turn to earth and I descend
so what I cast them off again

Without you
Without you
Without you
Without you, any day
Without you
Without you
Without you
Babe

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