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Dime Museum

by Wolf Saxon

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1.
Wolf Saxon. Again. 01:52
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Wanda switched off the engine. We sat in silence as she freshened up her lipstick in the rear view mirror. Her perfume filled the whole car with a sweet, suffocating, aroma. It was the smell of Original Sin, Pandora’s Box, or Salami making love with the head of John the Baptist.... Then it started. The sickly feeling in the pit of my gut, the slow dull throb down there, and the squeaky, insinuating little voice.... “Wakey-wakey, rise ‘n’ shine. Time-ta-go-ta-woick!” “Shut up!” I screamed, pounding my muscle, “Do you think this is normal?” As the blood rushed from my brains down to my beast, every last thought I’d ever had was sucked out of my skull and the zipper on my denims began to pop under the strain... “Fowl Naxos, Waxon Flos, Wolf Saxon” simpered the voice. Wanda just stared straight ahead, her eyes still fixed on the rear view mirror, humming gently to herself, acting like she hadn’t noticed a god damn thing...
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Holy Spawn 03:52
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As the sun went down On this fly-paper town That sweet girl went into labour In the old haunted mill Up on Calvary Hill Meg Callahan gave birth to a saviour Meg bit down and snarled As she pushed out that child It hit the ground and said “Howdy Momma! I've been sent from above By some strange and savage god, I am The Way, I am The Messiah.” It's among us! Some kind of child is born! Just a torso! Holy Cow! Where'd it come from?! Holy Spawn! Mad Meg ain't tellin', she just makes that toothless sound... Meg floated into town Wearing Momma's wedding gown On her shoulder sat that strange abomination It said “Squeal piggies, squeal, Just like beasts in the fields, You'd better sniff around And find some redemption.” It's among us! Some kind of child is born! Just a torso! Holy Cow! Where'd it come from?! Holy Spawn! Mad Meg ain't tellin', she just makes that toothless sound... Hear them prairie dogs howl On the outskirts of town The lunatics' got the run of the asylum Old Blind Jack yells From his solitary cell “Sinner, you'd better get some religion!” It's among us! Some kind of child is born! Just a torso! Holy Cow! Where'd it come from?! Holy Spawn! Mad Meg ain't tellin', she just makes that toothless sound...
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Dead Fish, Lame Duck 04:15
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Honey, I'm running late for work You kids be good, help with them dishes And honey, say 'hi' to the girls With the ribbons and pearls, pretty dresses I got drinks with clients Don't wait up It's better you don't know I gone bust Belly up Like a dead fish Like a lame duck Arrive 9:45 Hey Lizitsky, how's the wife? Heck, I'm sad to hear that... So go, get out and play the field You old dog, you just need something to laugh at... I heard Johanson took a dive from the 16th floor I heard it all before pal I gotta run 'Cause I gone bust Belly up Like a dead fish Like a lame duck Da da da, da da da Boom crash stutter Lips that splutter Just like when I tried to tell mother I wet the bed Da da da, da da da Bones shattered, side-walk splattered Just like when I tried to tell mother I messed my pants Hey Johansson how's the wife? Did surgery go well? Gee, I'm sad to hear that It's cold under the bridge So burn some dead accounts Ain't a lot to laugh at Heard the doctors pulled the plug on her machine Least now she'll never have to know That I gone bust Belly up Like a dead fish Like a lame duck Gone bust...
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Karrion Doktor 03:40
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Doctor how's my husband today? A turn for the worse I'm sorry to say The prognosis don't look good, he's suffered a terrible shock The brain has regressed to a childlike state There's nothing more to be done Better that you don't contradict him Better to just play along Better start him potty training, naturally he'll want the breast We can supply you with wet-nurse Better that you let him think he's still the breadwinner He's the boss, he still calls the shots Makes the big decisions But make sure he's in bed by 8 o'clock Ah, madam, don't fret, just hook up his brain To 500 volts, you'll soon have him house-trained Don't be alarmed by hallucinations or little side effects of the medication The brain has regressed to a childlike state There's nothing more to be done Better that you don't contradict him Better to just play along Better start him potty training, naturally he'll want the breast We can supply you with wet-nurse Better that you let him think he's still the breadwinner He's the boss, he still calls the shots Makes the big decisions But make sure he's in bed by 8 o'clock Little treats for good behavings Something for the oral cravings Ice cream, lollipops... Jelly, jam, marzipan, Vodka and diazepam... Mmmmmm! I think that I'll have a little bit of that too! Well wouldn't you?! Ha ha ha ha ha... He's been a naughty boy! The brain has regressed to a childlike state There's nothing more to be done Better that you don't contradict him Better to just play along...
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Diskóbolo 03:05
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Mr Scratch 03:52
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Fetch that bottle down, another round, whoop it up baby Slop that whiskey out, keep em comin' 'til I hit the ground Hot-wire a pontiac, a cadillac, whoop it up baby Scritch-scratch, strike a match Havin' a ball with my hoodoo gal All night long that telephone keeps on ringin' Bless my soul, sweet jelly roll! Collect call from hell Why it's Ol' Scratch (What's that you say?) Said it's Ol' Scratch, Scratch's here to stay Say bop, bop, bop, bop, whoop it up bop, bop, bop, bop Hop that choo-choo train Woo woo, whoop it up baby Scritch-scratch, strike a match Havin' a ball with my hoodoo gal Slop that kerosene, crazy scene, whoop it up baby Scritch-scratch, strike a match Burn it all right to the ground All night long that telephone keeps on ringin' Bless my soul, sweet jelly roll! Collect call from hell Why it's Ol' Scratch (What's that you say?) Said it's Ol' Scratch, Scratch's here to stay Said 'Ol Scratch's here to stay What ya hear? What ya say? Ya need a holiday Down in New Orleans Las Vegas or the Philippines, Honolulu, Tijuana, Phnom Penh, Jerusalem Bop, bop, bop, bop, whoop it up bop, bop, bop, bop Slop that kerosene, crazy scene, whoop it up baby Scritch-scratch, strike a match Burn this city right to the ground All night long that telephone keeps on ringin' Bless my soul, sweet jelly roll! Collect call from hell Why it's Ol' Scratch (What's that you say?) Said it's Ol' Scratch, Scratch's here to stay Said 'Ol Scratch's here to stay What ya hear? What ya say? Ya need a holiday Down in New Orleans Las Vegas or the Philippines, Honolulu, Tijuana, Phnom Penh, Jerusalem Bop, bop, bop, bop, whoop it up bop, bop, bop, bop
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The Owl and the Pussycat 04:27
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Mandalay 04:38
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Say you love me or I'm going to eat worms Then you'll be sorry I'll gouge my eyes out with hooks and pins Bite off a finger and shave off my chin I'll jump up and down on the live rail Cause disruption to rush hour service Angry commuters will kill me to death But I'll implicate you with my last dying breath Would you not give a hoot if I sailed away And joined the Foreign Legion Fried in the desert, up to my neck in sand Or buggered by camels up the old Sudan? Say you love me Say you adore me Say let's run away Say you'll go with me to Mandalay Go with me to Mandalay Say something... say something... Or else I'll... hold my breath until my face turns blue And drink caustic soda Get gored by stampeding caribou Or hack out a kidney and mail it to you I'll blight your interminable soirées To which you never invite me Hold your guests at gun point – make 'em play Russian roulette and the biscuit game Say you love me Say you adore me Say let's run away Say you'll go with me to Mandalay Go with me to Mandalay Say something... say something... So... say you love me or I'll make you eat worms Or join some cult in California Or catch pneumonia, or just a nasty chill And fall to my death from your window sill By now my dear you will have got the gist If that is you're still listening To recapitulate dear, give me a sign Or I'll douse my poor body in gasoline Say you love me Say you adore me Say let's run away Say you'll go with me to Mandalay Go with me to Mandalay Say something... say something...
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Banyan Tree 03:57
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I killed you under the banyan tree You were so sweet and fine I knew some day you would fly away But now you'll always be mine You were more splendid than me It made me feel so low I thought about that old banyan And thought that you'd have to go High, high, up in the sky Moon staring down on me Now you're under that tree Sleeping so restfully We kissed under the banyan tree You made me glow with pride It must have been that old magic moon You swore you'd be my bride Magpie, up in the sky Moon staring down on me Now you're under that tree Sleeping so restfully We met under the banyan tree You were so full of life It must have been that old magic moon You swore you'd be my wife Magpie, up in the sky Moon staring down on me Now you're under that tree Sleeping so restfully
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Bedlam Woman 04:46
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Bedlam woman dancing in the bone-yard Shimmy shimmy 'round a hollow tree Got the itchy feeling in my man-part Sweet woman won't you marry me? Oh oh Bedlam woman Oh oh won't you marry me? Feel my heart a-pumping like a piston Head's a-buzzing like a swarm of bees Jaws a-snip a-snapping at my thigh bones That woman set the dogs on me Oh oh Bedlam woman Oh oh won't you marry me? Doggy done barked Ow ow ow ow yeah Doggy done barked Ow ow ow ow yeah Feel them flames a-licking at my toes Got me hopping like a crazy flea I could sure use me a fire-hose That woman lit the fire in me Oh oh Bedlam woman Oh oh won't you marry me? Doggy done barked Ow ow ow ow yeah Doggy done barked Ow ow ow ow yeah Bedlam woman dancing in the bone-yard Shimmy shimmy 'round a hollow tree Got the itchy feeling in my man-part Sweet woman won't you marry me? Oh oh Bedlam woman Oh oh won't you marry me? Oh oh won't you marry me? Won’t she marry you? God no! No no no...
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Dime Museum 07:50
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Dime museum penny rides China dolls blink their glassy eyes In the silvery light The moon cracks its hollow shell Carousel, Ferris wheel burn Holes in the night Cloud swing angels fill the sky With tinsel halo smiles The devil-baby starts to cry In the silvery light Now the baby in the jar Wakes up drowning The anatomical wonder's dancing On its one leg (if one can call it so) While the world's on its knees Sifting dimes in the snow Old Father Leech is sleeping Disembodied floating hearts Are beating still On Sisyphus' Hill Dream strange caterpillar Dream strange butterfly In halls of mirrors dream Dreams within dreams The magpie wears a silver crown In The gallows tree Perched upon a blackened bough Counting fallen leaves Go prepare the feast See the fires are lit Nail him to the floor He's starting to kick Let us dine on flesh Hang the sign on the door Spare his bones for the dogs And a dime for the poor

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RUTA 66 dice:
"…un ecléctico cruce de caminos, entre diferentes disciplinas
artísticas dirigidas hacia una oscura y brumosa sensibilidad…ecos al
Tom Waits más centroeuropeo; jazz posmoderno; guiños rockabilly y
múltiples permutaciones cinemáticas… convence con cada nueva
audición"

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released April 29, 2014

Wolf Saxon are:
Andrés Cruz – Violin
Fran Elguero – Vocals, harmonica, kazoo
Jon Golds – Lead vocals, upright bass, harmonica, jew’s harp
Xavi Molinero – Drums, percussion, vocals, xylophone
Sara Wafflepie – Piano, clarinet
Zama – Guitar, theremin, matches

Track 1 words by Jon Golds, music by Zama
Tracks 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11 songs by Jon Golds
Track 5 music by Zama/ Xavi Molinero
Track 7 words by Edward Lear, vocal arrangement
and music by Jon Golds
Track 9 words by Jon Golds/ Ben Golomstock
Tracks 2, 3, 8, 9:
Guitar concept by Nick Marsh/ Zama
Piano concept by Justine Armatage/ Sara Castillo
Drum concept by Ed Grimshaw/ Xavi Molinero
Recorded and mastered by Oriol Serrano at Estudi U
Mixed and produced by Wolf Saxon and Oriol Serrano
Photography by ricardozamanillo.com
Design by Jon Golds

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Wolf Saxon Barcelona, Spain

Wolf Saxon's music is a fiery mix of rockabilly, swing, punk, blues, disco and cabaret, as well as brooding soundscapes and emotionally raw ballads straight from the gut.

“...un eclectico cruce de caminos entre diferentes disciplinas artísticas dirigidas hacia una oscura y brumosa sensibilidad...convence con cada nueva audición...”
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