CURSES

by DEAD WICKS

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C̵̗͒̀͊ ̷̞̯̻͚̕͝Ų̸̜͙̫̻̖̺͎̙̆͑ ̷̧͇̮̩̭̙̹̟͇̜͆̓̍͌͂̾̓Ŗ̴̪̘͚̥̪̦̲̣̌͊ ̶̛̜̮̪̲̓̑̀̿̔͘͠S̷̮̼̟̲̹̠̘̩̼̽̔̆̍ ̶̧̝͓͍̣͊̅̅̎̈́͐͘ͅE̶̤̤̮̺͔̐̊͜ ̴̮̗͖̫̱̠̅̍́̈́͒Ş̸͇̮̦͓͚̩̜̹̈͋̊͐̚ (LP)

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this is the 2nd album from these irreverent guttersnipes. prepare yourself for another dour half-an-hour with the Wicks!

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released February 14, 2019

kevin muldoon
ian dwy
nick imperial
derek daunicht

written, recorded & produced by dead wicks

with special thanks to
jeremy @ subcat studios
bill waters
brian ludwig

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Track Name: GLYPH TRIP
t̸o̷ ̷a̶l̸l̴ ̶t̵h̵e̷ ̴p̶e̵r̷s̸o̷n̵s̶ ̴p̶u̶t̶ ̴a̴ ̷w̷o̴r̸d̴ ̷u̴p̸o̸n̷ ̴a̷ ̶p̶a̶g̵e̶
̷t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̵d̴a̴n̷c̷e̴ ̷u̵p̵o̸n̴ ̵a̴ ̷b̶l̷a̶d̴e̶ ̵f̶o̵r̶ ̴w̴h̸o̴m̷ ̶t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̴w̸o̴u̷l̸d̵ ̸e̴x̴p̶l̸a̴i̷n̸
̴w̷h̷e̴n̵ ̸n̴o̶ ̵t̴w̵o̸ ̶p̸e̷r̴s̷o̷n̶ ̸w̶o̸u̷l̵d̷'̷v̶e̷ ̴h̸e̸a̸r̵d̷ ̵t̴h̵e̴ ̵w̸o̴r̸d̵ ̵t̸h̷e̴ ̸s̵a̴m̸e̴
̷i̷t̷'̶s̴ ̴c̶r̶a̴z̴e̸d̵.̸.̴.̷ ̶t̷h̷e̷y̴ ̵r̵u̴n̶ ̸i̴n̶ ̵a̴ ̴m̶a̸z̵e̸ ̴t̸h̶e̶y̴ ̸h̸a̶n̷g̶ ̸i̷n̶ ̴a̴ ̴c̸a̷g̴e̴
̷
̴f̸o̸r̴ ̶a̷l̴l̶ ̸t̷h̴e̵ ̷w̷o̶r̶l̵d̶ ̶i̵s̶ ̶s̸y̶n̷t̵a̴c̶t̴i̷c̴a̸l̸ ̴a̶n̵d̵ ̶s̴t̵r̸a̶n̶g̵e̵
̶h̸y̵s̷t̶e̸r̷i̶a̵ ̵a̷n̷d̶ ̵r̶a̵g̷e̴ ̴a̸n̴d̷ ̵w̷o̶r̶s̶e̵ ̸f̶r̸o̸m̷ ̸w̴h̵i̸c̵h̷ ̷i̷t̷'̷s̷ ̵m̷a̶d̶e̶
̵a̷n̸d̸ ̵n̵o̵w̵ ̵y̶o̸u̶ ̸l̷i̵v̶e̵ ̸t̶h̵e̶ ̶d̸e̸c̶i̷s̷i̷o̴n̸s̶ ̵t̶h̷a̸t̸ ̸y̵o̵u̶ ̷m̸a̶k̶e̷
̸t̸h̴e̵ ̵p̷h̶r̷a̶s̷e̷s̶ ̴t̸h̵a̷t̴ ̷y̷o̶u̶ ̵s̸p̶a̸k̸e̸ ̸o̶n̷ ̵a̸ ̵t̸e̶l̷e̷s̴c̶o̴p̵i̸n̸g̷ ̵s̸t̷a̷g̸e̷
̷
̵o̸h̸,̴ ̸t̷h̵e̵r̷e̴ ̷y̵o̵u̷ ̷g̴o̴ ̴a̶g̸a̸i̵n̴
̸i̵ ̸g̶i̶v̸e̸ ̴i̷n̷ ̷w̷i̴t̵h̵o̶u̵t̶ ̷a̸ ̸q̵u̸e̷s̶t̶i̴o̴n̴
̶d̶o̴n̴'̶t̴ ̸b̸e̴ ̷s̶h̵y̵ ̴c̴o̸m̶e̸ ̵o̸n̴ ̷a̷n̸d̵ ̷l̴e̵t̴ ̴i̶t̶ ̷w̷r̸i̸t̵h̵e̴
̷t̵s̸k̵ ̷t̴s̴k̴ ̶y̸o̴u̶ ̴b̴e̷e̵n̵ ̷c̷a̷u̴g̴h̸t̴ ̷i̶n̵ ̷a̵ ̴t̶r̷i̶p̴
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̸o̴h̴ ̸w̴h̸y̵ ̸w̶a̷i̷t̵ ̷o̶n̸ ̷l̶i̷n̵e̸s̶
̸ ̷w̵h̷o̶'̷s̷ ̶g̷o̴n̵n̴a̴ ̸t̶a̵k̸e̵ ̸t̶h̸a̵t̵ ̵w̵e̶i̴g̸h̴t̴
̸ ̵ ̸w̶e̶l̸l̷ ̴e̷v̴e̸r̸y̴b̵o̸d̵y̴ ̶t̶h̴i̵n̴k̶ ̵t̵h̵e̶y̶ ̶r̸i̸g̵h̴t̸
̴ ̵ ̵ ̴i̸ ̸t̴h̵o̷u̵g̷h̴t̶ ̸h̴i̴s̸ ̶l̶i̸p̵s̸ ̸w̴e̵r̵e̶ ̸h̶i̵s̸ ̸n̷o̸s̵e̶
̴ ̸ ̷ ̴ ̶a̴n̴d̷ ̸h̵i̵s̸ ̷n̶o̵s̷e̵ ̸w̴h̸e̸r̸e̸ ̴h̴i̸s̸ ̵e̷y̵e̸s̸ ̴b̸u̶t̸
̵ ̷ ̷ ̶ ̶ ̴i̸t̴'̵s̶ ̸s̷o̸m̸e̷t̴h̴i̷n̸ ̸t̷h̷a̷t̶ ̷y̴o̷u̶ ̸n̴e̷v̵e̴r̵ ̸s̵e̶e̵ ̴t̶w̵i̵c̵e̴
̸ ̴ ̷ ̵ ̴ ̵ ̵i̶ ̴w̵a̷s̷ ̸j̷u̷s̵t̸ ̶r̶i̸c̴k̶e̶t̶i̶n̸g̵ ̸s̸t̵i̵c̵k̸i̸n̸g̶ ̴t̴h̴i̶s̵ ̷m̷o̸m̵e̸n̶t̵ ̸i̴n̵ ̸t̴i̵m̷e̸
̵e̷v̸e̵r̸y̷t̴h̵i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̸s̵ ̴s̸o̶ ̵f̶u̴c̵k̴i̵n̸g̵ ̷p̷o̸i̶n̸t̴l̷e̴s̶s̶
̷d̵o̷n̴ ̸m̵a̵k̶e̴ ̷m̴e̵ ̸g̵o̵ ̵r̴i̸g̶h̸t̶ ̶c̸l̶i̷c̴k̷ ̶a̴n̴d̴ ̸e̸n̵d̵ ̸t̷h̵i̴s̵ ̷g̶o̵e̷s̸ ̸o̵n̴ ̶a̵n̸d̶ ̶o̴n̴
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̸o̷h̶,̵ ̶t̴h̸e̶r̸e̴ ̴y̸o̵u̴ ̵g̷o̴ ̴a̷g̷a̴i̸n̸
̶i̵ ̷g̵i̸v̸e̸ ̵i̸n̵,̵ ̶t̵h̴e̸r̶e̸'̶s̶ ̴n̸o̴ ̸u̷s̴e̴ ̶f̴i̴g̵h̴t̶i̵n̴
̵d̵o̷n̷'̷t̶ ̵b̶e̵ ̴s̷h̴y̴,̴ ̴c̴o̷m̵e̶ ̵o̵n̴ ̴n̵o̶w̵ ̴l̷e̶t̵ ̸i̸t̵ ̵f̶r̶y̴
̴t̸s̷k̷ ̸t̴s̷k̵ ̷y̸o̵u̵ ̸b̴e̴e̷n̶ ̵c̴a̶u̶g̴h̴t̶ ̸i̵n̵ ̴a̵ ̷t̵r̶i̸p̵
̴
̴O̴ ̷W̸ ̸W̷ ̸ ̸ ̷ ̸i̶ ̸s̵e̷e̷n̸ ̸t̸h̴e̴m̸ ̵b̶u̷r̶n̴i̵n̷ ̴i̷ ̶s̴e̸e̴n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̸m̶ ̸b̸u̴r̵n̷i̵n̴
̵ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̷ ̶ ̸W̵ ̸ ̴W̴ ̴ ̶i̵ ̴s̶e̵e̵n̶ ̷t̵h̷e̵m̶ ̷b̸u̵r̴n̶i̸n̸ ̷o̴u̴t̵
̸ ̷ ̶ ̴ ̵ ̶ ̴ ̴ ̷ ̵ ̷ ̴ ̷ ̷ ̵W̶
̷l̴a̶y̴ ̵d̸o̸w̴n̸ ̸y̵o̵u̵r̶ ̸a̴r̸m̷s̴ ̵a̷h̸ ̸t̷h̶e̶ ̷p̴e̵o̶p̷l̷e̵ ̷w̶h̶o̸ ̸w̴o̴u̸l̴d̷ ̸t̸a̵k̶e̸
̶t̷h̴e̸i̶r̶ ̶b̸l̷a̷d̴e̵s̴ ̴a̸g̴a̴i̶n̷s̶t̶ ̵t̵h̶e̷ ̵w̶e̷i̸g̵h̴t̸,̵ ̴t̷h̷e̶r̶e̴'̷s̵ ̴n̴o̴t̷h̸i̷n̸ ̷g̸o̸n̵n̸a̴ ̵c̶h̴a̷n̶g̴e̷
̵w̴h̷e̴r̸e̴ ̸n̸o̴ ̵t̵w̴o̵ ̸p̷e̵a̸s̷a̷n̴t̷s̵ ̴w̸o̵u̴l̴d̴a̵ ̴r̴e̶a̶d̸ ̶y̶o̷u̷r̴ ̸w̸o̶r̶d̷s̴ ̶t̷h̴e̵ ̵s̶a̷m̸e̷
̷u̴n̷l̶e̴s̸s̷ ̶t̴h̴e̶y̴'̵r̶e̶ ̶r̵u̴n̶n̸i̸n̵g̶ ̵i̴n̶ ̵a̷ ̵m̴a̸z̶e̷ ̵t̵h̴e̴y̵ ̷w̴o̸u̵l̶d̴ ̶h̸a̵n̷g̵ ̶i̶n̷ ̵t̴h̷e̸i̶r̵ ̸o̵w̸n̶ ̸c̷a̴g̷e̸ ̴a̷n̷d̸ ̴t̸h̶e̸y̵ ̵w̵o̶u̶l̷d̷ ̵k̷n̷o̵w̵
̵
̶t̵h̸e̸r̸e̶ ̷y̷o̸u̶ ̷g̴o̵ ̸a̷g̴a̷i̵n̶
̶i̵ ̶g̵i̷v̸e̴ ̸i̷n̴ ̷t̶h̸e̵r̷e̷'̴s̷ ̷n̴o̶ ̴u̵s̶e̵ ̷f̷i̸g̸h̸t̵i̴n̸g̶
̶d̷o̵n̸'̵t̵ ̷b̵e̴ ̷s̸h̵y̶,̷ ̸c̸o̷m̸e̷ ̴o̶n̵ ̵a̵n̸d̴ ̴l̷e̷t̸ ̸i̸t̸ ̷r̸i̸d̴e̴
̸t̵s̵k̴ ̶t̶s̸k̴ ̶y̵o̵u̶'̶l̶l̷ ̸b̵e̴ ̵c̶a̴u̴g̵h̶t̵ ̸i̶n̴ ̴a̸ ̶t̸r̷i̷p̴
̵
̸n̸o̴w̸ ̶w̴a̵t̷c̶h̷ ̸h̸i̸m̶,̶ ̴a̵s̴ ̷h̴e̷ ̸h̸a̶n̸g̸s̷ ̸o̸f̷f̷ ̶t̷h̶e̶ ̴e̵d̶g̸e̶
̸h̵e̴ ̶m̸a̶y̷ ̴n̷e̶v̷e̶r̶ ̷g̵e̵t̷ ̴b̸a̶c̸k̵
̶n̷o̶w̷'̸s̶ ̵y̵o̷u̴r̸ ̶c̸h̶a̶n̶c̴e̷ ̶t̷o̵ ̴s̶t̶a̷n̸d̸ ̸a̶b̴o̸v̵e̷ ̵a̶n̴d̵ ̷l̴a̶u̷g̷h̶
̴w̶h̶e̸n̵ ̵y̵o̵u̴ ̵w̵a̷k̷e̶ ̵o̶n̸ ̵t̶h̴e̷ ̴c̵u̷t̶t̵i̶n̶g̴ ̸r̴o̴o̸m̷ ̴f̸l̸o̴o̵r̶
̷y̶o̷u̶'̶r̴e̴ ̵n̷o̵t̷ ̴i̶n̷ ̶t̸h̴e̸ ̵p̴i̴c̷t̷u̵r̵e̶ ̷(̶l̵i̵k̴e̵ ̷y̸o̴u̸ ̴w̵e̴r̸e̶ ̶b̴e̵f̶o̷r̴e̵)̸
̸y̸o̴u̴ ̴m̴a̶k̸e̶ ̷t̸h̵i̶s̶ ̵w̴o̴r̴l̵d̸ ̴s̸i̸c̶k̷ ̷&̸ ̵y̸o̴u̸'̵r̴e̶ ̴l̷e̶t̸t̷i̴n̷g̵ ̶l̶o̸o̷s̶e̸ ̵y̸o̵u̷r̸ ̴t̸i̶c̵k̶
̸y̴o̵u̵'̷l̷l̵ ̴k̷n̵o̷w̴ ̸a̷l̶l̸ ̸y̵o̴u̶r̴ ̴l̷i̷f̵e̸ ̶y̸o̷u̶'̶l̵l̶ ̴b̴e̵ ̷c̴a̸u̵g̸h̵t̷ ̴i̵n̷ ̶a̵ ̴t̶r̸i̶p̵
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̸
̴
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̷t̶h̸e̶r̷e̵ ̷y̵o̴u̸ ̵g̵o̴
Track Name: SHE TURNS TO SOIL
over time...
we all break down...

wallow out into the mire
ghosties roam breathe in the loam
and drag me down
into the snow

there she lay out in the clay
lose your head wake up the dead
and free yourself
from your bones

she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil
over time...
she's gone
where oh where so long

[[ clk, zzt, brr, shkt-shkt ]]

everything you'll ever say
and what you know
and all you can name will slip away...
the earth's a grave; but
watch all life dance on the knives
underground soaked gowns don't boil

yeah, she turns to soil
yes, she turns to soil...

over time
she's gone
where oh where so long ?
Track Name: NINJINSKY STROKE
p̸i̸c̴t̶u̵r̷e̴ ̷y̶o̸u̸r̶s̴e̶l̸f̵ ̸b̸u̵r̷n̴i̶n̴ ̶o̸u̶t̶
̵i̷n̴ ̴a̷ ̴h̵o̷s̴t̶i̶l̷e̵ ̵w̸o̴r̸l̶d̷
̴w̸i̵t̴h̴ ̸n̵o̵ ̶w̵a̸y̸ ̷t̶o̶ ̸e̸x̷p̷r̷e̴s̶s̵ ̷y̷o̶u̸r̴ ̴b̵o̶r̶e̵d̸o̴m̴
̴
̷s̸a̷c̴k̶e̵d̵ ̸o̷n̵ ̶a̷l̸l̴ ̶s̸i̴d̶e̷s̴ ̶b̷y̶ ̸a̶ ̸s̵c̶r̸e̸e̸n̶
̵n̸o̶w̷ ̶y̴o̴u̴ ̶s̷o̷u̴n̸d̸ ̴l̵i̸k̶e̷ ̵m̵e̸
̵a̶n̸d̸ ̷i̸ ̵d̷o̵n̷'̶t̴ ̵e̴n̶v̸y̴ ̵t̸h̴a̷t̶,̵ ̸i̴ ̸k̶n̸o̴w̴ ̶n̶o̷w̴
̶
̶i̷ ̵c̷a̴n̷'̶t̴ ̴t̸r̵u̶s̴t̷ ̶y̶o̶u̸
̶a̶l̶t̵h̴o̶u̶g̵h̴ ̴i̶ ̵t̷e̸l̸l̷ ̴t̴h̴e̵ ̶w̸o̷r̷l̶d̴
̷i̴ ̶l̵o̶v̶e̵d̶ ̸y̵o̷u̷
̵
̶h̷o̴w̵ ̸m̴a̴n̴y̸ ̸l̷i̸v̷e̶s̶ ̵c̶a̶n̶ ̵y̸o̵u̵ ̸l̷e̴a̵d̴
̶b̶e̷f̵o̷r̸e̵ ̶y̷o̵u̵ ̶l̵o̸s̸e̸ ̵t̴r̷a̴c̵k̷ ̶o̶f̴ ̸y̵o̴u̵r̷s̴e̶l̵f̷ ̷a̸n̷d̵ ̴a̸l̶l̷ ̸t̶i̵m̴e̶
̴i̴t̸'̴s̴ ̷q̴u̸i̸c̵k̶s̷a̸n̸d̶
̶
̸n̸o̷,̶ ̴i̴t̶'̴s̸ ̶a̸ ̵s̸i̶g̴n̷
̸a̴n̸d̶ ̴m̵y̷ ̴b̸r̷a̸i̸n̶ ̷i̴s̷ ̷c̵h̷a̵n̸g̴i̸n̵
̴h̷o̶w̶ ̶m̵a̵n̶y̵ ̴t̷i̶m̸e̷s̵ ̸c̶a̸n̶ ̸y̸o̵u̶ ̴r̶i̷p̸ ̸t̷h̸e̵ ̴s̵t̴r̵o̶k̸e̸s̴ ̷o̷f̷f̴?̵
̵
̶i̵ ̵c̸a̴n̸'̷t̵ ̶t̶r̴u̸s̵t̷ ̴y̴o̴u̴
̷a̶l̵t̸h̷o̴u̷g̸h̶ ̵i̷ ̵t̶e̸l̸l̸ ̴t̶h̵e̷ ̸w̵o̵r̷l̵d̶
̶i̷ ̷l̴o̶v̵e̵ ̷y̵o̷u̸
̸
̵.̷.̴.̷
̸
̴i̶ ̸k̴n̶o̶w̴
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̵i̵ ̷c̶a̸n̴'̶t̶ ̸t̶r̴u̷s̶t̶ ̵y̴o̶u̷
̶n̶o̶w̷ ̴i̶
̴k̴n̸o̸w̵ ̵i̵t̴ ̵n̴o̴w̷ ̸t̸h̶a̴t̵
̷i̵ ̴c̵a̷n̵'̷t̷ ̸b̵e̸l̴i̷e̶v̴e̴ ̵y̶o̸u̶
̸t̶h̸o̵u̶g̷h̸ ̴i̶ ̸k̶n̸o̶w̶ ̴y̸o̸u̶'̸r̸e̵ ̶i̸n̴ ̶p̶a̸i̸n̵
̷i̸t̸'̴s̴ ̷o̸v̸e̶r̴
Track Name: BLAST YOUR WAY
i remember feeling safe!
i could not know before too late
that once it's gone, it's fully gone!
just like a fish out of water
besieged with anxiety and fodder
i know this is my world! but not my home!?

oh, i was seized! had questions on my beliefs!
i cannot live this shit life in peace!
the facts don't mean jack shit!
and that's it! you forced quit!
that's big risk...
and how bout this:

you're wasting your time
Track Name: TOYFRIEND
want to tell everyone a story. dim the lights please.
wanna lighten the mood for you guys a little bit
(IN THE BACK CAN WE DIM THE LIGHTS)

first two lines
first two lines

you gotta dapt to the changin waves
who me? i could live off of acid for days, of course

but now my toyfriend's back
he's higher than ever
he got four months sober
he's a real go-getter
he's a fireman's bizarre
in the everyman weather
he's a certififed whackadoo
wit cover letter

he's a village to sack -- hey -- that's what you lack! <3

(middle of song goes here)

she's on a permanent vacation! she's got a knack for bad vibrations!
ooh he's a junkie and a nomad (before she kiss im wit that squad badge, oh ho!)

and now her toyfriend's back -- he's comin to town
and he'll be WALKIN OUT THAT DOOR with what ain't tied down (oh ho!)
he said he's tired of me coppin his style
i said i ain't seen you vogue in awhile
but here's your village to sack -- hey -- that's what they like! ^o^ oh yeah.

o=O;

PLEASE, ah don't
don't
PLEASE ooOOooh don't hurt me now
PLEASE a-doin't a doint
PLEASE you can take what you want
Track Name: THE SMOKE YOU HIDE
ah, the smoke you hide is yours...
but soon it overtakes your whole world




i know there must be something lingers on...

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