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01. Our Happiness Is Guaranteed
02. I Never Want To See You Again
03. The Poisoned Well [mp3]
04. The Happy Prole
05. Sea Shanty
06. It's Hard To Turn Me On
07. Nothing From Nothing
08. Tomorrow You'll Hide
09. California
10. You Fucked Yourself
11. Ape Self Prevails In Me Still
12. Please Do
13. I Give Up
14. Birds
15. Repetition
16. Only Success Can Fail Me Now
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UP #054
Quasi
Featuring "Birds"
CD/2xLP
1998 Up Records
All instruments played by Janet Weiss and Sam Coomes
except orchestral guitar on 8 by Charlie Campbell
Recorded Dec '97 by Lawrence Crane
at Jackpot Studio, Portland OR
Mastered by Tony Lash
All songs written by Sam except 8 by Janet
© Quasi 1998
Band photo by Brady Hall
Executive Producers: Larry Crane, Joanna Bolme, Elliott Smith,
Charlie Campbell, Tony Lash, James Stockskill, Chris Takino,
Britt Ury, Dana Mozer, Julie Weiss, Kathy Malloy, Chris Slusarenko,
Tina O'Neil, Dave Livingston and Dewey
Vinyl version is packaged with copy of the Quasi
full-length LP R&B Transmogrification (UP #040)
Our Happiness Is Guaranteed - Orbiting pods, underwater domes, We fill our tankes with oxygen to step outside our homes. Once it was hard, now it's just routine / And I can't tell the difference between people and machine. Love was a problem for our ancestors; It's not such a problem anymore. Breeding as a science proved it has no use at all / And it mostly disappeared when we eliminated war. There's comfort and control, it's safe for you and me. News from the surface shows how hard life there can be. Why live in danger? Why live with pain? People from the surface find it hard to explain. And every little thing is strictly monitored; We're given everything we need. Fed by I.V., we rarely need to sleep - There's no pointless dreaming and our happiness is guaranteed.

I Never Want To See You Again - I know the Ether can never claim the Earth. Atmospheric gasses cannot remain with dirt. We purchase pleasure, pay for it with hurt / And we rarely get our money's worth. See how we grasp at the stars? They're so far away, you can't even see what's right in front of you. Flesh wounds heal; broken bones mend / But you're not my friend - I never want to see you again.

The Poisoned Well - "You only hurt the one you love." That may be true, but better said: "You only hurt the one who loves you." We went through hell just to get to hell - Die of thirst or drink up from the poisoned well. If I kept things inside, at least I never lied. I'm not trying to document my suicide. You won't live long, but you may write the perfect song; Please excuse those who choose to not play along.

The Happy Prole - Everyday we earn our meager pay / But it takes its toll to play the happy prole. They buy your labor, try to steal your soul - Bite the bullet, hold your tongue and play the happy prole. Paranoid and tired - quit before you're fired. But they've got you in the hole, so you play the happy prole. You need the money so you got to play it dumb, but if you play it long enough it's just what you become. Pay your rent, pay your bills, pay the doctor for your pills / So you can work another day, as life slips away.

Sea Shanty - Repair the hull, replace the sails. The monkey wrestles with the ghost / And a thousand pleasures form a thin veneer / Over lack of hope. The captain was rightly murdered by the crew / But now they don't know what to do - Drifting on the murky Sargasso of the everyday. Work and slave and skimp and save / And you can buy yourself a bigger cage / And a thousand little cruelties we agree to pretend to ignore. The ghost has got the monkey by the tail / And all they both can do is wail. And you and I go drifting by the abandoned vessels of the everyday.

It's Hard To Turn Me On - You turn me on and it's hard to turn me on: Mornings I tell you what I dreamed / Before we're swallowed by the work machine, And spit out in the evening drained half dry. And that is why you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on. We traveled many miles to no guarantee / Everything's a joke to you; it's not that way to me. And Walt Disney cannot make me happy, cannot make me go along / But you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on.

Nothing From Nothing - You can be so heartless; I can be heartless too: And we can wound each other - isn't that what people do? You can't be betrayed when there's nothing to betray / You can't throw it all away when there's nothing there anyway / Nothing from nothing leaves nothing.

Tomorrow You'll Hide - Fail us down we'll fall / Spin your web tight / So you could end it all / Or shine so bright / Do you miss me? Will we always be wrong? Am I just a memory / Who plays along? Happy sad it makes me mad / I knew when you cried / What happened tonight / Tomorrow you'd hide / Forget me cause I won't forget you / Or the things you said today and maybe didn't mean.

California - Life is dull life is gray; At its best it's just OK. But I'm happy to report / Life is also short. So I find myself back in California - I'm a coolie for the tourists, those happy Epicureans: Evil specters from my own suburban upbring. As I reveal points of interest, I can chat so pleasantly, But it's hard to be cheerful when you feel so hopeless / And there's no reason for this dark mood. It will pass; it will return, but will I ever learn? And the children of privilege begging for my spare change. Do they need my assistance to purchase their intoxicants, or would they best be served a swift kick / Slowly sinking in the vast ambivalent sea of California.

You Fucked Yourself - You fucked yourself and you don't know where to go - Split wide open like a sturgeon for the roe. Blood red splashed on pure white song; oh no! You fucked yourself and you're looking for the goat - Drowned if you sink, condemned if you float, You placed the blame but missed the boat. You fucked yourself; you chose your fate. You changed your mind when it's too late. Self-deceit is your worst mistake.

Ape Self Prevails In Me Still - The desire to disappear, yet remain here: It is clear, dear - ape self prevails in me still.

Please Do - You never cried, you never froze / And yet how well your garden grows - You reap the fruits another sows; I guess that works out well for you. Suffering has served you well - It's common but it somehow sells / So sing your little songs of hell and sell. Hollow hopes and empty dreams / And blind pursuit of worthless schemes - That's all there is to life, it seems, unless you prove me wrong - please do!

I Give Up - They say "Hold on to your dreams" That plays good on TV, but never worked for me. So now I need to find a way to occupy my time / Until the day I die because I give up. It's gone so wrong so long, it's gone so wrong. So long; I give up.

Birds

Repetition - Flail me - I desire to be flailed - Jail me, impale me. Brain me - what's the use of a brain? Maim me, chain me... Why do you hurt me? You asked for it! Oh, well I guess I regret that now. Flail me - I desire to be flailed - jail me, impale me, Brain me - what's the use of a brain? Maim me, chain me... Why do you hurt me? You asked for it! Oh, well I guess I regret that now. Flail me again, etc., ad infinitum...

Only Success Can Fail Me Now

 
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