Early Architecture
by Wetdryvac's Lair
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Hero's Gauge
02:02
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Heroine
02:48
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Black Is The Color Again
03:25
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Moderately Drunk Badger
03:11
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Flange A
01:22
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Rozenblither
02:13
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Shortenin' Bread
01:42
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Twa Corbies
01:59
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Rekindle
01:20
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Aught
00:59
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Shelter Comes
02:53
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Spilt Variations
02:32
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Alms and Pyre
01:53
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Rivet
01:12
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about
A collection of the early works from Wetdryvac's Lair, many experimental, some quite seriously annoying in an entertaining sort of way,
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Wetdryvac is a consulting device, a musician, and a free will procedural ethicist. This makes for some seriously odd material from time to time, much of which is worked with here as Wetdryvac's Lair.
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- Track Name: Hero's Gauge
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by the time I found where you had gone
none can find where you had gone
and I took you from the hungry ground
to carry back home
by the time I carried on to find
none can teach to the divine
by the time I carried on to find
hungry ground had gone
(one) and a play to ferry song
none to count or carry
place to find the lonely wall
none can come to carry - carry home - Track Name: Heroine
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Heroine
I don't believe in your innocence and I don't trust your ways
I have no faith in your recompenses and your accolades are staid
you pass your hair and your gown around like you're some stepping stone
passionate then surrogate somehow I've missed your gown
the doctor he says you're silent still, and his lips are blushed with your avenue
somehow I think he's had his fill and worships still, yes worships still
the tangerine I unwrapped for you was bittersweet, all pips and meat
another little something for your secret to wrap around
you pass the silence with another hand, another means to reap
and the nectar keeps your word at my ear so sticky in it's heat
the pilot he says you're silent still and his hand is warm in the seat
somehow his pallid face convenes, I see that he is diving now
I don't believe the radio when it tells me that you're clean
I have no cusp to contaminate with your spit and gasoline
that the crucible of your honey voice is that of a heroine
purchased first addicted plait of the hair and the hero's sin
oh hero out upon the snow are you complaining are you silent now
somehow I think our hero's killed his humor and he laughs like you, yes he laughs like you
yes he laughs both incomplete and vacant
and he laughs like you
he laughs like you - Track Name: Moderately Drunk Badger
- Instrumental
- Track Name: Flange A
- Instrumental
- Track Name: Rozenblither
- Instrumental
- Track Name: Shortenin' Bread
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Bits and pieces of the lyrics go like this, but everyone seems to have their own variants:
Fotch dat dough fum the kitchin-shed—
Rake de coals out hot an' red—
Putt on de oven an' putt on de led,—
Mammy's gwineter cook som short'nin' bread.
The above from Wikipedia, actually - you'll hear that my variant is somewhat differently accented and worded. - Track Name: Twa Corbies
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Twa Corbies
as I went walking one May morning
I saw twa corbies making a main
and they went down by the avenue bae o
between the wall and the heather sweet o
between the wall and the heather sweet
“Down in beyond yon old fell dyne
I wont there lies a new slain knight
his hawk has flown, his hound has run o
his hawk and his hound and his lady fair o
his hawk and his hound and his lady fair”
“And you shall a nest make o his hair
and I shall pluck his bonny blue een
and such a feast we now shall mae o
and we shall make our dinner sweet o
and we shall make our dinner sweet” - Track Name: Rekindle
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Rekindle
of technology and flame
each holo tales anew
siblings we to ancestor
to mote our fathers bore
rift reduced to rivulet
trickling history’s outlet
crafting rage’s finest vintage
fervor in the sot’s own liquor
fathers’ fathers’ long gone dead
blended into new
heroine of battle rush
enemies’ clear spoke dishonor
ancestor of my ancestor
lightened into you
and I will bleed high gamma
sort your load back down to furnace
memories of torture clear
wretched haloed flicker
to the long an glorious war then
enemy, I know you - Track Name: Spilt Variations
- Instrumental
