Tinker Tailor Motherfucker

self-released EP [2020]

A 20 minute EP (or short LP you could say) with 8 songs capturing a kind of glam noise rock from a non-existing Cal-based Sonic Youth rip-off band. Whatever. The EP is inspired by pulp novel noir and due to the fact that most of the songs have alternate tunings evokes a kind of trippy mood. Whatever. Just listen!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LYRICS

BIG SUR DEATH PENALTY

disco dancing beats

she sure does like Martini

it went in and out of style

shoulder pads, right?

 

CH   I don’t know if you get it

some people are not used to this

your boyfriend is a real nice kid

but honey he’s a crack addict

on the dance floor puking

 

San Francisco streets

he’s circling round the block

trying to cough it up

on a motorcycle

 

I hate to see you falling down

calling names in restaurants

work yr magic alcohol

but honey you are losing it

facing the Big Sur death penalty

 

Samantha works the deal

takes off her tights and leaves

the car slithered to a stop

in a cloud of star dust  CH

 

San Francisco streets

I know you wanted to leave

to a San Diego beach

he was on duty in Emergency

the fatal night you OD’d

Big Sur death penalty

 

CASE STUDY H

saw a man in half and I know what you’ll see

he ain’t half the man that he used to be

if you’d break him in half along the sagittal plane

at least then he would have a functional brain

 

CH  gotta pull yourself up, you have nowhere to go

you’re case study H, the one that nobody knows

and if you’re ready to meet a new soul in the streets

you’d better go online and use a fake profile

 

should I pull the plug, don’t I know what I want?

live a life in shame, don’t I know what I want?

or watch porn all day, too afraid to get close

too repressed to love, too depressed to find out CH

 

I’m your shoulder to cry on

I’m your listening ear

I got nothing to rely on

I live in constant fear (2x)

 

BROKEN TOY

the woman said

just follow it with your eyes

she holds it still

now, what’s going through your mind?

 

CH   I made a claim from the lost and found

I heard you were there, sleeping on the ground

he looked afraid and only ten years old

the violence and fear are still in my head

 

you have to recollect

those scenes from your life

dissociative fugue

find the missing child   CH

 

people claim

I can make it through this life

from a broken family

with a narcissist inside

I have to make up

for the damage that was done

through years and years of psychotherapy

 

people claim

I have to make it through this life

without the innocence

of a careless child

I try to understand

what you don’t wanna see

I’m a broken toy

and you can’t fix me

 

PAGEANT GIRLS

playmate of the month used to be a page two girl

on page one of the tabloid she shone through the world

I really liked her looks and I really dug her boots

her private parts were pixelated, no one likes a prude

 

CH   pageant girls are wonderful

pageant girls are colorful

pageant girls are lovable

pageant girls are virtual but I don’t care, I trash them ‘cause I don’t need them

 

John Wayne strap on electric guitar

she kneels down before every motor-cycle asshole

I didn’t know man, we were all gonna be fucked

 

playmate of the month used to be a real nice girl

prom queen Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic now she’s dead

I really liked her smile and I loved her pinkish hue 

until the fillers were injected and her skin was turning blue  CH

 

ON HER WAY OUT

she spend her life in fear, seven days a week

in the morning she would wake up but still feel like nodding out

 

there were no signs like needles in her face

or a bomb that had gone off, a shelter-in-place

there were no signs of PTSD

(she) just put a mask on her face every single day

 

CH how could you wind up on the wrong side of town?

with the wrong kind of men who could wrong you somehow (2x)

 

you must’ve seen her, in her jeans and top

and about to find out she is not

like these countless others self-appointed sluts

fuck me

 

there were no signs like scars on her wrists

or a gun to her face, just make it through the day

 

she was assigned to DSM-IV

(they) just put a label on her so they could weasel out of it  CH

 

MONKEY MOTHER MACHINE

I told you son, don’t be sad

just wear a fun party hat

the disciples are here breaking the ice

notify the next of kin

and cast the ashes to the wind

he got the cyanide pills from an online store

 

in a well of despair

you turn to the wire and you will be fed

but you will cling to the cloth mother instead

you will cling to the cloth mother instead

but she’s a wire mother and she’s already left, now don’t get upset

 

‘cause you’re drilling a hole in your head

you’re filling your hole with the gaps

caress her pale cheek, monkey mother machine,

I just wanted to sleep in a bed

 

NEEDLE IN THE STACK

needle in the stack

I found you but not on the day we met

I lost you to a guy with a severed head

he told me to beat it when you left

 

now everybody thinks that you’re okay

haven’t heard a single word I should say

postcards with rivers and only your name

the stamp gave away the place where you stayed

I’ve seen it

 

now everybody thinks that you’re okay

you joined the presbyterians to find a way

and you stick to the book just to save your face

you think homosexuals are a disgrace

I’ve heard this

 

not everybody thinks that you’re okay

I tried to track you down until today

a postcard saying you left the Lakes

it’s sad to see you fading away

I mean it

 

I’M STILL AROUND

man and mouse, in a rented house

I’ll try to write a song today

walls are thin, when you try to sing

and the central heating had to break down

call your friend, she won’t understand

what you are doing in here

never be at ease

when he’s still around, like a wolf waiting for me

 

Samantha showed up

the pre-arranged bell signal had slipped her mind

she’d been outside my apartment all night

smoking haze laced with PCP

 

she showed me the pictures

of average Joe’s and random strangers

but I failed to spot my wolf

anxiously, I gave her my last hypodermic needle

 

she’s back on her feet, out in the streets

I reached for the trash can and pulled out a needle

a singular shot with god-knows-what

I threw all the shit out of the window

 

hitman John crossed the street

tripwires, tripwires all around

you’re gone girl but there’s a still a wolf at my door

go get him son, get him outta here

 

I could have ended up as a nervous wreck,

an unemployed alcoholic, a low-life scum high on crack

but guess what motherfuckers?

 

I’m still around

you have to shoot me down

 

I’m still around