“Cut Me Out”

Gather sparks in a velvet bag
Count them out, one by one again
Under bricks, buried away
Speculate on a future stake

Hold them close, swallow them whole
Pound them out into sheets, to control
The words become translucent
Oh, you cash them in

All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out

A burning bloom on a bed of spines
Digging deep into your skin
The dry lines crack with charcoal
Your only comfort is the burning sun

Hold it close inhale it in
Take it down, and down and down again
Feel the quicksand through your fingers
Oh oh, while you melt away

All this talk in the clouds
Changes wind on the ground
Open eyelids of gold
Cut me out

Unleash the downpour
As the words flood in
Will they wash you away
Watered down
Cut me out

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“#1 In Heaven”

My ode to the bourgeoisie
Say goodbye to decency
It’s the last of your sunny days
In the hills high above the bay
Oh, you better step away

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

#1 in heaven….

From the heart, signed in blood
The first of many merry men before the flood
Where you gonna go as the pressure breaks
To the hills, now, you can’t get away
Oh, I’ll take you all with me

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
I’ll come for you when I can
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Put your hands above your head
Close your eyes and count to ten
I said
Put your hands above your head right now
I said
Put your hands above your head right now

Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings
Number one in heaven, with a bullet
Remember who I am
Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

Tell them I’m smiling
Oh, won’t you
Send my greetings

I’m number one in heaven
Oh, send my greetings

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers: Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“I Go Away”

It’s over, indulgently sober
How did I get here without feeling anything

“Stay true, see it through,” they say
Tick tock, time just slips away

And when the air is clear
The way I go is the way I feel

I’ll go away, I’ll go away, I’ll go my own way

I’ll go away, go away

This is my anthem, I know it like I know everything
I see it everywhere and in everyone
It’s complication, it’s validation

“Stay true, see it through,” they say
Tick tock, time just slips away

And when the air is clear
the way I go is anyway I feel

I’ll go away, I’ll go away, I’ll go my own way

I’ll go away, go away

“Stay true,” is that what they really say
See it through, there is no easy way
It’s right, why do I feel this weight
Tick tock, time just slips away

I’ll go my own way

Go away, go away

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“Caligula”

I’m on the weather
I’m on the left
Annihilation
I got my F

A lesser evil
Not particular
Discard your Idyll
Caligula

Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower

Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula

I’m on the ceiling
I’m on the left
I got my sculpture
I got my F

I got my F-R-E-N-C-H Press
F-R-E-N-C-H

I got my C-A-L-I-G-U-L-A

Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula

Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower
Isis on the control tower

Caligula, Caligula
Caligula, Caligula

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley

“U.B.C.L.  (C.L.U.B.)”

C-L-U-B

Faux fur on my bed, we’re moving slowly
Fill my glass, take it down, turn off that movie
Paint me gold, you can have my silver jewelry
Keep my sunglasses on, those colors move me

C-L-U-B

Falling down a straight line onto the dance floor
Filter sweep shakes my bones, give my bass more
Turn it up, get me off, I had it my way
DJ loop this shh up until the break of day

Why don’t you come along
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves along
Why not get emotional
You can come along
Grab my hand and we’ll both get gone
Say the — to discretion
Let’s get our party on

Oh!
C-L-U-B

I know a place we can go, they got white tiger
‘Round the back, brass doors, draped in flyers
Bitter sweet, no rewind, there is no leaving
Cardboard club burning up the air we’re breathing

Why don’t you come along
Spinning backwards all night long
This rhythm moves along
Why not get emotional
You can come along
Grab my hand and we’ll both get gone
Say the — to discretion
Let’s get our party on

Oh!
C-L-U-B

Can’t walk in straight lines

Oh!
C-L-U-B

Written A. Warner, P. Keusch
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Peter Wade Keusch
Programming and Synthesizers:  Amanda Warner and Peter Wade Keusch
Additional Engineering and Digital Editing: Emmett Farley