Theselah

by Theselah

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02:46
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04:18
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04:15
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02:47
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04:50
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about

There's something wholly entrancing about Theselah's sound. The recordings may be beyond Lo-Fi (there's a track where you can hear someone coughing in the background), but peel back the layers of 4-track grime and the music reveals itself as a delicate moebius strip of serene guitars which slope back and forth, electric fuzz that drifts along until it doubles back in the form of gentle wah-wahs, and moody vocals that resonate with sadness. If you could rinse these recordings off, you'd get the full effect of the layers of dreamy guitars, the tinny but impassioned drums, and the swirling bits of noise that zoom in and out.
- Kali Holloway, Listen.com

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released 01 November 1999
Joseph Kim - guitar, vocals
Peter Yang - bass, vocals #5, 6, 8
David Yang - guitar, vocals
Nam Kim - drums, vocals, keyboard on #13

w/ Michael Raupauch - drums on #13

Artwork by David Yang

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Track Name: Home Again
try, try to close your eyes
and stop, stop the room from spinning
try, try to keep the sky from peeling
and keep, keep the stars from reeling

we can make it back again
we can make it home again
we can find our way back again
let's not, for we know that home is pain

sunrise on a sunday morning
dog day, dog day
i can't, i can't sleep on a tuesday
as evening fades away, you're always too sick to play

we can make it back again
we can make it home again
we can find our way back again
let's not, for we know that home is pain

try, try to close your eyes
and stop, stop the room from spinning
try, try to keep the sky from peeling
and keep, keep the stars from reeling
Track Name: Vapid
are you vapid?
if you could fake it
i'd know no difference
don't take me to the final area
just enjoy this challenge
and don't convert me
and i'll kiss you after i shoot
after i shoot woman down

are you vapid?
when the cold spring comes
the great yearning
the open windows and dry air breeze
sunlight filters through the curtains
my lamp's already on
i strain my eyes
to read the titles of books on spines
Track Name: Hot Monkey Love
never alone
never the best
whatever you feel
you're stuck like all the rest
get out for a change
out of driving range
having a sad fat day

you need some
hot monkey love
smother your fears
guilt and then some
checking out til you choke
you know you're going for broke
having a sad fat day

bleeding holes
that are my empty eyes
girl you should
stand in a broken light
tucked in tight
to have felt so
unsteady gait
wobbly knees are friendly
naive face
drip-water sing-along
i feel for you
there is no drive between us
look at her
you always go along
reclined and prone
sensation lacking
taciturn
ask me how i'm doing
teach you a lick
you hold the strings to my heart
spectator
you lie on the street
the park is where
you get groped
Track Name: Not Sex Joe
i sometimes want to remember
i sometimes want to drink a tear
walk past you all the time
in my mind, i disappear

the things i said yesterday
they seem to matter less and less and less
i couldn't sleep because your skin is too soft
i love you too much to rub it off

may it was when it was supposed to happen
may was when i should've come around
writing lieder that she will not hear
why do i need something soft?
she's not soft
she's not soft
Track Name: Boiling Over
somewhere i can tell
you're in too deep to find me

somewhere i can look
we're too far gone to fall safely

and if i spoke to you tonight
across these shallow waters

and if i loved you more before
it's too late now to bother

and if you hurt me, too
would you?

boiling over, slipping under
falling from the place i first met you
boiling over, slipping under
falling from the place i first met you

somewhere i can tell
you're in too deep to find me

somewhere i can look
we're too far gone to fall safely

and if i spoke to you tonight
across these shallow waters

and if you hurt me, too
did you ever stop to listen?
Track Name: Mechanical Euphony
goes for a ride in the lightning storm
obscures the man like a clown hung over
the city opens up
emits a pleasant drone
the gentle hum of motors stop
brings forth the sun
here it goes
there it goes
here it comes
when a million droning motors assonate
here it goes
there it goes
when a million droning motors assonate

you're not listening, that's okay
it's subliminal anyway
perfect girls need perfect guys
his firm gluteals, her supple thighs
that's why i fuck you
you let me fuck you
everything you own
i fucking destroy
the less i want
the less i hurt
i make love to you
every night
and then i dismiss you
without an apology
i do it with numbers
and no conscience cuz i'd rather have a bag of feathers
Track Name: Mellow Splurge
alright now,
we've come a long way
on this old twangy road
we've left the old tapes locked
safe in our drawer at home
spontaneous melody
rupturing our tight spleens
sifting through the crowd
seeing my face
i miss you
i miss you
do you miss me?

me love you long time

i've got two dimes and a nickle
hey baby, can you smell the honeysuckle?

yeah the man is gonna try to change you
he's gonna try to bring you down
it's okay to frown on tomorrow's stale procession, too
i can see it in your future
but keep the flowers in your hair, girl
authority- au contraire

be free like a baby
free like a bird
don't let them school you
don't even let them fool you
and i don't want to be tamed
and i don't even want to be learned
tomorrow i want to be free
free like the bird
Track Name: Akira Song
i'm raining broken glass on all the citizens below
the blur of night lights leaving streaks
the clowns are raping my girlfriend

his body is a cancer, a tumor of blue veins
mucous membranes, muscles
that don't do anything at all
and organs that grow on the outside

melt the wings of your golden angel
make love to the glass
his mind will explode in you
creatures of the jar, rise up!

all your lights and all your meanings
are lost on my feeble human mind
the memory of his name is overbearing