Wretched City

by Damarin

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Overture 04:51
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Beyond the fiction of the reality, there is the reality of the fiction A thousand different pulp fictions A myriad of old film-noirs An odyssey of magazines, novels, chick-flicks, porn scripts Movie after movie Dirty playing cards and whispered stories in shady bars With grown men crying over spilt whiskey There’s always a woman I could feel her coming for miles When she walked inside my office When she walked inside my office I knew I was I knew, I knew I was When she walked inside my office I knew I was I knew I was fucked I could feel her coming for miles When she walked inside my office There’s always a woman Black hair running down her shoulders Trenchcoat coaxing Red lipstick to burn itself into your retina Matching red high heels to rock you off your arm-chair into a frenzy Golden brown eyes like a shot of heroin All I can dream now Golden brown Her eyes were golden brown When she walked inside my office I turned around, she said
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Think Of Her As You Go About Your Day 03:30
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As I step out of the hotel room I see her again Traffic lights echo of her lips I see her eyes in the sky All I can dream of She don’t have no mercy She don’t have no mercy She don’t have no mercy As I go about my day I see her in my brain See her in my brain As I go about my day One leg in front of the other One leg in front of the other One heel stepping on me All I can dream of All I can dream of As I go about my day As I go about my day She don’t have no mercy She don’t, she don’t, no She don’t have no mercy She don’t, no, she don’t, no As I go about my day I think of her She’s in my brain Go about my day Go about my day Go about my day Go about my day I see her I see her in my brain I see her
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Joan's Theme (feat. Hazel Smith, Denis Popstoev) 03:43
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Just watch my lips move Just watch my lips move Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move The floor, the bed, the floor, the bed The floor, the bed, the floor, the bed Just watch my lips move It’s only, it’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move It’s only the purest glory Just watch my lips move The floor, the bed, the floor, the bed The floor, the bed, the floor, the bed The floor, the bed, the floor, the bed The floor, the bed Just watch my lips move
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On The Rooftop 04:49
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Old Fat Crook 03:10
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Oh yeah, I know that old fat crook He’s the big cigar whiskey bottle hand in cunt without asking type But he sure does know how to make money The light outside is buried In a mango shade of disdain And for all of my life I’ve thrown money at problems And they seem to go away Old fat crook, old fat crook, old fat crook, old fat crook I’m old and I don’t like getting old He’s gonna get you I like chess, I like using my brain, I like making money And I like using my money I like using my money on women I like using my money on death I like using my money to make more money Mango shade of disdain You can go ahead and say it Because it warms my heart when you say it with hatred I’m the old fat crook, yes, I am You’re a pawn on the table, yes you are I’m the watching the world through a mango shade of disdain I’m playing all of the games Yeah, I know the old fat crook I used to work with that son of a bitch I’m the old fat crook I got money and pussy and drugs on my mind And I’ll get all of them in due time And I wanna make you happy girl, like you were at the start But don’t you make me raise a finger cause Cause, cause I throw my money at problem and they go away That’s how I make you stay Money, solve the problems Make her stay That’s how I play the game Anyway, he’s just about finished, I heard some cop is nailing his wife or something Disgraceful, he never even got past the one million mark Anyway, I took care of that other thing so I’ll see you at the country club on Sunday Yeah, we can go golfing, just don’t bring the wife
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The Sheriff 03:21
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Be the law, break the law Be the law, break the law Be the law, break the law Hello, mister FBI man I don’t like your hat size Let me buy you a milkshake, baby Cause this Wretched City ain’t got no pity Mahogany car sliding down Turn into reverse without looking back I’m the sheriff of this wretched town I’m part of the now, now, now I fucked up plenty of times Plenty of people paid the price I got spurs on my feet North American cowboy of a time long gone Fuck around in ways that I shouldn’t There’s a way that’s right and I got it alright I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, Jim, I tried Many gods in our town Many spirits in the ground I see a brown world through browning down eyes I’m driving to see my nephews Creaking green floorboards I see a brown world through browning eyes Sepia sunsets in these wretched skies I’m driving mahogany dreams I am the sheriff, I am the law, I’m a bit above the law I’m not corrupt but I’m practical I like telling federal agents to fuck off Cause this is my land, these are my men, this is my jam Mahogany ride and my cowboy hat Sweet denim and the burden of age I’m older than the most of them My wife nags me every day But I’m the sheriff of this Wretched City I maintain the balance between youth and getting greedy Days riding with my partner echo in the distance I’m smoking a joint with him on the merry-go-round And I’m crooked, and I’m right, I’m balanced, I’m cerebral I’ve got my shit going on but watch me turn into reverse and drive on No signal on, no signal on, no signal on, no signal on Be the law, I am the law Be the law, I am the law
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Timmy Used To Play Guitar (feat. Charles Hepburn) 03:19
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Timmy used to play guitar before he joined the kukluxklan Timmy’s in the bathroom shooting up He doesn’t know who he is He doesn’t care who you are Timmy doesn’t think anymore I look there yonder I see my shadow He doesn’t know who he is He doesn’t care who you are I got just about enough brain left Timmy doesn’t think anymore To figure out you’re not my brothers I got just enough brain left I, I think today I will put my needle away I got thinking to do I don’t have much brain left My heart is rotten but I, I see there yonder, there lies my shadow I look there yonder, I see my shadow, it’s smiling to me I got just enough of that brain left I got just enough of that brain left To pick up the shotgun Before he joined the kukluxklan Timmy used to play guitar The dragon took his princess away The dragon took his life away
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Pink Lada (feat. NYSZA, Kelly O'Donohue, Tudor Petrea, Naim Vahidi) 03:40
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She’s wasting away, she cannot stay She’s wasting away, she really cannot stay She’s driving, she’s driving She’s driving that pink Lada She’s driving that pink Lada Her baby, her baby Means everything to her Her baby, her baby Her baby means everything She’s driving that pink Lada She’s driving that pink Lada Her baby, her baby Means everything to her Her baby, her baby Her baby means everything She’s driving away She’s driving that pink Lada She’s driving away She won’t stay She really cannot stay This Wretched City ain’t going anywhere This Wretched City ain’t got no pity She’s driving, she’s driving She’s driving her baby down away Miranda, Miranda, Miranda Miranda, Miranda, Miranda She’s driving that pink Lada She’s driving that pink Lada She’s driving into the desert heat Into the desert heat, baby gasoline
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For A Small Fee, Eternity (feat. Denis Popstoev, Charles Hepburn) 03:11
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Emancipate, procrastinate, advertise Dominate, sell, aggregate, market Subvert, manipulate, procrastinate Jerk off with your invisible hand Procrastinate, dominate, aggregate Advertise, sell, market, subvert, manipulate Dancing days, dancing days, dancing days Dancing days, dancing days, dancing days You'd never expect me to be I'm looking at you through green cat eyes I radicalize through crystal clear lies Advertise, sell, market, subvert, manipulate How well can you see This fight I carry in the belly of the beast How well can you see The fight I carry in the belly of the beast For a small fee, eternity For a small fee, eternity I hatched into the darkness of the world I'm the paradox I'm the paradox I'm the paradox I'm the paradox I have to sell what I hate I miss the days I haven't lived We're sucking at the breast of Mother Russia Mother Russia took me in her arms When I was a baby She carried me away from my corner She took me away I cradled, I cradled, I cradled in her arms I cradled, I cradled, I cradled in her arms I'm the paradox I'm the paradox There's a cold war inside of me and I'm afraid of the bomb
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Pretty Blonde Waitress (feat. Denis Popstoev) 04:33
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Coming on down the side of the road You can see her car stopping in now Here she comes in that dress of hers One heel on the pavement outside She’s inside, she’s inside the restaurant She’s inside, on the highway Brown skies shining on the mountainline Overhead, there’s pretty blonde waitress inside Green checkered skirt waiting tables for her No one inside in this very pretty morning Just you and her Just Joan and her Her, her, her Pretty blonde waitress Pretty blonde waitress Pretty blonde waitress Pretty blonde waitress Pretty blonde waitress staring at Joan’s feet Terrified, engulfed in flames, manicure caressing her throat A kiss, and a feel, and she’s petrified Before she knows it, she’s gone Gone away, one heel on the pavement outside Echo, echo, echo Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Pretty, pretty, pretty blonde waitress Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty The blonde is lost forever in that moment outside The blonde’s lost forever The blonde’s lost forever in the sound of her walking away
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Hellscape Interlude (feat. Giack Bazz) 03:42
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The dissonance of permanence Her consequential excellence As a new star is born Upon a brown sky Chased by spectres and souls The dissonance of the illusion of permanence Her consequential excellence Chased by spectres and souls Oscillations upon her mere vibration Ghosts chase her defying divinity Pray for the redeeming night Moan for a single ray of light Pray for the redeeming night Moan for a single ray of light A single ray of light Projected from her golden eye Projected from her golden eye The dissonance of permanence The dissonance of permanence The dissonance of permanence Her consequential excellence Moaning for a single ray A single ray, ray, ray A single ray of light Projected from her Golden eye Projected from her Golden eye
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Crossroads 01:17
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Oh skies, oh fire, oh lies Come lust, don’t, don’t let me Don’t let me rust Let me be strong and overcome I’ll do it for me I’ll do it for her Oh skies, oh skies, oh rain I’ll do it, I’ll do it for her I’ll do it
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One Final Banshee Scream (feat. Tudor Petrea, Naim Vahidi) 05:27
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Everything Anew, Everything Again (feat. Samuel Creer, Denis Popstoev) 04:33
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Deified (feat. Samuel Creer) 07:06
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Finally. The biggest thing I've ever worked on.
My concept album, based on a novel I wrote and might publish, is out 2nd of July. You can listen here in advance and even purchase if you feel like helping me out...
It's an odyssey of crazy genres, deliberate film-noir clichés, surrealism, ethereal and seductive vocals from NYSZA and Noisette Martel, otherworldly cello from Sam Creer, doom-jazz saxophone from Denis Popstoev, Motown brass from Kelly O'Donohue, insane production from Eduard Carcota, heavy, soul-striking riffs from Tudor Petrea, compositions and harmonicas and guitars and synths and doomsday vocals and beats and gradually ascending madness from myself. Naim Vahidi drums on the post-rock / synthwave hybrid "One Final Banshee Scream", Charlie Hepburn is on the bass for "For A Small Fee, Eternity" and "Timmy Used to Play Guitar".
Cover art by Ramin Vahidi.

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released June 23, 2021

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