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1.
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
2.
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
3.
San Angelo 04:18
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
4.
( just maybe when you're stuck on something long enough, leaving will kill it. )
5.
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
6.
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...
7.
"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.
8.
Antarctica 04:38
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
9.
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
10.
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)
11.
Secondary 06:26
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.
12.
[ 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...)
13.
(... 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

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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/looping/pop/indulgent/glitch music by tim, who is from denton, texas but is hibernating in montreal for a while

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