Clydesdales & Tardigrades

by UPHOLSTERY

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released January 11, 2011

Alison Conard - keys, guitar, vocals, production
Dan Blacksberg - trombone
David Fishkin - tenor sax
Corey Mark - percussion
Nick Millevoi - guitar
Kevin Holland - vocals
Jeremy Prouty - guitar, bass, vocals

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UPHOLSTERY Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Upholstery has been churning out its particular style of experimental rock since 2007. Drawing from a wide range of musical influences - from Tom Waits to King Crimson, from early jazz to post-punk - the group has developed a sonic landscape that is both timeless and confounding. When not on stage, the group can be found in the orchestra pit composing and performing original scores for theater. ... more

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Track Name: waxing/waning/weaning
drink thirteen a day to keep from drying out
demonstration a week to keep from selling out
when you give a speech, don't ever lock your knees
to keep from passing out

so exhausted, got to learn to sleep while standing up
got to stay in the game. got to keep from slipping up
and when you're lacking Zzz, the speed and the breeze
will help in your keeping up

a vice every night, to keep your face from falling off
at first it's clear, then our voice starts trailing off
then you're in Belize, down on the beach
dreaming of shoving off
Track Name: three before noon
the armed forces are smoking three before noon
down at the hilton i cringe and i croon
cause i’m addicted to reason. three before noon
get off on appeasement. selfless baboon
my heart palpates twice before noon
and all barbiturates just leave me confused
cause i’m addicted to reason three before noon
get off on appeasement. selfless buffoon

harold lands his boeing twice before noon
he scoffs at our seatbelts. they leave him confused
cause he’s a dick for no reason. three before noon
gets airsick off appeasement in the waiting room
as his heart palpitates twice before dawn
and all barbiturates still turn him on
cause he’s a dick for no reason. three before noon
gets airsick off appeasement. leaves him confused

i think i’m through composing. do strictly tunes
fit for your earpiece and the waiting room
the blank is consuming all that i do
my damp warm daydreams won’t do
what they used to
two times to the table twice before noon
wolfed down by mouth men and their platitudes the armed forces are
smoking three before noon
and down at the hilton i cringe and i croon

i’m sad to say it leaves me confused
i'm sad to say i want it over.
Track Name: the pavement in my ears
the cold off-white, off-bone tiles
run underground for miles
and…and…and…
i pull the pavement out of my ears
to catch the rank air for a stride
and…and…and…
to catch the saxophone’s echo
tiles that outrun species’ lifetimes
we evolve as we crawl…do we?
Track Name: teeth without feelings
dollar rolled into tight cylinders
teeth without feelings
run home to a door that opens to more
holes than floor
and the ceiling is peeling
out of the four am meat locker and down
forty-eight more blocks
with the fat-faced bullies creeping
they’re out prowling around for some hounds in
gowns, just like they saw in the t.v.
there’s no bartering with an ogre
engorged, with a torch, that’s having trouble breathing
they found a eunuch instead
their dull eyes went red and our poor boy was pleading
guess he’ll have to sew his own stitches don’t fret
if it itches that just means its healing
Track Name: the knife in my ears
off-white, off-bone tiles
run underground for miles
and…and…and…
tiles that outrun species’ lifetimes
I put the knife back into my ear for a stride
and…and…and…
we evolve as we crawl…or do we?
Track Name: two wolves
we all got 2 wolves which 1 do you feed
1 belly, 2 mouths - skin without seam
me? i got 5 different prints on 10 different digits
he? he asked to be buried in 3
1 for the hands, 1 for the head, 1 for the digits
my wolves get hungry my wolves get starved
whether it’s 3-second-rule table scraps or rack of lamb
a lá carte
me? i’m on my 3rd round of round-robin-red-rover
he? he was buried in 3
1 inside the other inside the other 1 inside the other
the duality of a tram
scheming in the back of a trans am
are they hungry? no,but they’ve learned to eat when they can
we all got 2 wolves
except when 1 is a feast
a brand new courtroom-bout out:
he’s an unguilty, unbalanced beast
the duality of abe-raw-ham
heard they made away with a trans am
with head’s full of salt, absinthe, iron ore,
opium, vegan cooking oil, and black sand
me? I got 5 different prints on 10 different digits
he? he asked to be buried in 3:
1 for the hands, 1 for the head, 1 for the digits
the duality of glam
schematics of a pram
this morn’ a son was born
with 4 hands, checkerboard skin, a copper coil spine
and a hole in his throat the size of a dime
and 2 wolves with young hunger pangs
the runt of the bunch showcasing it’s fangs
me? I’m on my 3rd round of round-robin-roll-over-rover
he? he was buried in 3
1 inside the other inside the other 1 inside the other
the duality of a pram
the schematics of a scam
never hungry but they eat when they can
Track Name: the fabric
there is a fabric, there’s a web
much farther down than you or i can see
there is a fabric, there’s a web
under the soil that’s underneath the sea lies a web

sister long legs had been wandering
for three years and a half
with just one direction as her path
away from her father and his trailer trash
from his gums that run and his teeth that gnash
he’d look in on her bed, he’d look in on her bath
he’d peek in his head as he said

there is a fabric, there’s a web
around this house, around you, and ma and me
there is a fabric, there’s a web
sister, you’re gonna stay here ‘til you sleep in my web

five months and six states away from home
she joined up with our traveling show
we taught her everything she now knows
taught her to breathe in fire and to tightrope
every night at her bedside, she recited the walker’s oath
there’s a big-top above your head
and below your feet there’s always gonna be

a fabric, there’ll be a web
much further down than your poor eyes can see
there’s a fabric, there’s a web
even when and if you don’t believe there’ll be a web

she first caught my eye down at penn station
she was on her way from boston to trenton
i said ma’am, may i please have some of your attention
(i got a thing for legs, and she had eight of ‘em)
she said no, but I suppose you can sit
here while i’m waiting
the time spent with her was most elating
she taught me more in an hour than
i’ve learned in an entire season
why not stay here with me? give me one good reason
unless what you say ain’t true unless you’ve just been teasin’
i was down on my knees, like a fool, i was pleading
as her train arrived I found myself having trouble breathing stupid child, she laughed, patted my head as she said

there is a fabric, there’s a web
in between your kind and me
there’s a fabric, there’s a web
it’s just too damn close to your face to see my web

i didn’t see her face for such a long time
and when i did, it came with a headline
sister long legs fatal fall due to a faulty line
apparently the oath that she said every day of her life was a lie
either way, i took the next redeye headin’ for shanghai
got there as they were laying the stone above her head that read

there’s a fabric, there’s a web
in between your kind and
around this house, around you and ma and
it’s just too damn close to your face to
sister, you’re gonna stay here ‘til ya
you’re full of malarkey and you just won’t
even when and if you don’t be
much further down than your poor eyes can
under the soil that’s underneath the sea
there’s a fabric, there’s a web
i used to doubt, but now all i perceive is my own web.
Track Name: too eager, too
i’ve been seeing this little thing
she’s a bit camp but remains pristine
she’s just too eager

but i don’t have too much room
i’m just like her, i’m just like me
and most likely like you
i’m too eager, too

it’s a phase, a wave, a node, a plane,
a spiral, a cycle, a cypher
like two mirrors facing we reflect then feed off each other
when we get it together

i like the words that come out of her mouth
cause they sound so much like my own
she sits there and tells me herself
what i have always known
it’s as if she mouths the words that come out my mouth

fuse behavior as it’s fading
wait and see which one of us is worse at waiting
and who’s forced to end it
Track Name: how much, not what
it is quite rude to ask a grownup what they make
not like in a hobby-lobby-bobby-villa type of way
but how much they make
not what

never ask an adult where they have been for so long
unless you got a gold plaque or a silver watch
or a bronze grandfather clock in hand
never ask where they have been
for so long

never ask your old man what he makes
not what, how much
how much, not what
Track Name: including words
nothing new to report save the glaring fact that my waking dreams have all of a sudden stopped including words.
opening marks mark the mess of motif. a brush with some reaper, fortunately not thee. brush with logols, floss with wii. bound by bad habits and wheel-rut routines including words.
most never admit fleeting defeat, all tax-paying tenants tied to traction. annotations amid the one-eyed, hand-tied board survey the wrath which was wrought, including words.
while ruminating on illumination, the samples are complimentary. the big picture bowls you over. deflated, missing all of your favorite toys
including words.
a liquid diet of sorts proven to detract from the recollection of scenes as well as meaningful thoughts including words.
two helpings of sterno and a splenda-full spoon have been shown to slow cirrhosis and expedite all outgoing script including words.
feel a bit clydesdale when a blurry wooly blinder slides right. eyelids snap up. the bulb warms. you let fly the very first punchline including words.
pandora missed her phlebotomy on the same date as my daughter’s. spare me the fodder. give it to me straight and without words.
done up in cloak, our he slips his hand through wine-cured oak spread across thin linen supporting an ornamental reserved for the most creative costume or cloak including words.
frugal and fiscal happen to chance meet, damn shame that fruitful was slacking. watch as awkward dupes the swing-vote door. as octogenarian, she employs all available means including words.
meeting held as a last resort to re-cement what’s become abstract. stretched-out seams , futility hardly fits, chock-full with bull shit relevance including words.
nothing spikes the ratings board like a cliffhanger in the third act. white-toothed rays splayed beams eradicating any sense of social sanity including words.
maybe they were perfect and maybe they should not have been. their teensy-weensy-ness was crushing, debilitating all tools of any worth including words.
tickle in the pink fancy. soak up the six pm soaps. chestnuts roasting, pixels gaping. teeth in the third row clack, but notice without words.
we evolve as we crawl. men likened to tartigrade, men likened to lichen. he had heard they outlast the icechest. please leave his effects to the furnace including the volumes including the words.
Track Name: the flypaper
said i had a drinking problem at my job
and they laid me off.
if i didn’t have a problem,
i sure got one now

but I can’t be sore
cause there’s no feeling more pure
than stepping out the back door
as the trays of hors d’oeuvres
walk their waiters

they’re hard to keep, harder to find
with these supposed hard times
and the feeling that I’m no better than the fly
that chose the flypaper

have you ever attempted the loose tooth
of a clydesdale with soapy hands? ?

living six months at a time
like a dress that won’t dry
just goes from line to line
but it might be time
for me to wring it out

from our third story flat
down came our mattress pad
onto my old lady’s old cat
and if they haven’t left me yet
i’m sure they have now

i felt two reflexes react,
one reflection, one gag
will my neck be napping or will it snap?
i hope me and my brain
aren’t around to find out
Track Name: yet you let slip
don’t fail me
don’t fail
you suffer, i know
but i bleed…barely

don’t say you found me
say you found time
your sigh falls on his silent type
as i bleed…barely

you say your tongue is tied
yet you let slip your sigh
on his silent type
you suffer, i know
and i bleed…barely

i don’t say i found you
i say i found time