Dime Museum

by Wolf Saxon

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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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Track Name: Wolf Saxon. Again.
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...
Track Name: Holy Spawn
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...
Track Name: Dead Fish, Lame Duck
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...
Track Name: Karrion Doktor
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...
Track Name: Mr Scratch
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
Track Name: Mandalay
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...
Track Name: Banyan Tree
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
Track Name: Bedlam Woman
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...
Track Name: Dime Museum
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