A Day At The Wauchope Races EP

by Royal Chant

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Consisting of drums, baritone guitar, a few fuzz pedals and a stack of amplifiers, this EP was originally released under the Designer Mutts moniker, essentially as a Royal Chant side-project It was on the verge of slipping into neverland when the original drummer left Mark staring at an empty studio. Rather than admit defeat, Mark picked up the sticks and did the work himself, completing the debut Designer Mutts EP as a garage-rock polymath with a penchant for stories, fuzz, and hummable melodies. A Day At The Wauchope Races is a collection of vignettes from the edge of the modern world, influenced by English Literature, post-bop jazz drumming, & Andy Kaufman. We are belatedly releasing it as part of the official Royal Chant canon, because shit happens and dammit we weren't born to make sense.

credits

released July 7, 2014

All songs written and performed by Mark Spence

Recorded and mixed by Cat Colman at Megaphon Studios (Sydney, AU), except "Daybreak" which was recorded by James in his bedroom in Kingsford.
Mastered by Kevin Blackler at Blackler Mastering (Brooklyn, NYC).

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Track Name: Ulysses
Ulysses

Always 8 AM
always running late
the tea is almost cold
always 2nd place
we are a field of poppies
proud but bent.

A study in the way
we hang our heads in shame
and the sorrows we hold
close against our chest
picking up the tempo
in this dance of death
picking up the tempo
getting faster once again.

Start to shake from head to toe
you can’t move, collapsing to the floor
and you, pull those curls from your hair
there’s no room for you here
wake me up…

Waiting once again
one night rolls into the next
for real or for pretend
alive or maybe dead
standing like a statue
chipped and cracked
picking up the tempo
out of breath.


Start to shake from head to toe
you can’t move, collapsing to the floor
and you, pull those curls from your hair
there’s no room for you here
there’s no room for you here
don’t wake me up…
Track Name: High Low
High Low

And our shoes are getting scuffed
from picking up the crumbs
the champagne gone straight to our heads
all the boys and the jazz and gin
you know…
shoved down our throats
high and low oh, oh…

A pound for every second
we spend scraping up our pence
a crust of bread, a missing letter
forgetting all the things you never knew
we didn’t know
we didn’t know
high and low oh oh…

Picking off what’s left of the rest of us
and selling it off to the wolves
it goes on and on and on and on
falling off the bone
the trash I find and I got mine
and I’m hanging onto it like it’s gold
high & low, oh
we didn’t know…

Standing in the dark
among the haunted books
and…Oh My God! Is that DeNiro?
throwing up our hands with the last drinks
down our throats
it’s all too much
high and low oh oh…

Cutting up the best of what’s left of us
and selling it off to the wolves
it goes on and on and on and on
falling all over the floor
I got my pride and I’ve lost mine
so forget about the rest of the world
high & low, oh
we didn’t know…
Track Name: Day At The Races
Day At The Races

Pulling the plug and the end is near enough…
What do you think?
I say it every day.
Venom and dust, it’s the taste of things to come
it comes cheap
that old familiar sting.
Standing in line I see you hide your face
there’s no need
I feel the same way.
But there’s no need,
I feel the same way.

So we…
suck it up, suck it up, sucking it up
run it up, running it into the ground
throwing up, throwing up, throwing it up

Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
You know…Go!
you know if we don’t show,
so close.

Searching the sky and the stubs beneath our feet
loose change
and getting away.
Lifting our eyes and feel the shame
but there’s no need
I feel the same way.
But there’s no need,
I feel the same way.

So we…
suck it up, suck it up, sucking it up
run it up, running it into the ground
throwing up, throwing up, throwing it up

Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
You know…Go!
you know if we don’t show,
so close

It’s been a while, I start to think we’ve changed
I give you five, we go all the way
I give you five but you gotta believe me
I give you five but please don’t leave me
I give you five, I got is five
I give you, I give you, I give you, I give…

Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
Backing a horse and we’re backing it oh oh oh…
You know…Go!
you know if we don’t show,
so close.
Track Name: Nothing Doing
Nothing Doing

Lost out here in the country
the city doesn’t want me
small town bruises, small town sex
small change that rattles our pockets
like a choir of funeral bells.

Hang our hats on failure
holding on to yesterday’s news
nothing doing, so we’re doing it again
empty time we fill making empty plans

It’s sticky sweet, but it doesn’t get to me
and I start to think we might stand a chance
if we lock our arms, lock our knees
maybe steal a little time
carve a little space

Hang our hats on failure
holding on to yesterday’s news
nothing doing, so we’re doing it again
empty spaces we fill with our empty steps

The city doesn’t want me
The city doesn’t want me
hey yeah….
The city doesn’t want me
Track Name: Unrecognizable Blues
Unrecognizable Blues

We killed the disco once
and we’ll do it again
oh no you didn’t
aw shit, yes you did.
You must be kidding me, right?
that shit ain’t real
we done tried to tell you
but you brought this on yourselves.

So fuck your disco
and fuck you too
your tight pants and a baseball cap
and your leather mother fucking boots.
That’s a devil in your speakerbox
what I’m hearing is a sin
we killed disco once
and we’ll do it again

Oh shit have some mercy
on my soul and on my ears
You brought this shit on the world
and you’ve been bringing it for years
That’s a devil in your speakerbox
what you’re hearing is a sin
we killed the disco once
and we’ll do it again.
Track Name: Daybreak
Daybreak

This full moon’s such a heavy weight
no one’s getting out of here unchained, oh no…
This full moon’s such a dirty blade
no one’s getting out of here unscathed, oh no…
We’ll make it through ‘til daybreak
Whatever you lose we’ll remake
We’ll dress your wounds, falling down in the holes of our lives.

This night sky’s such a dirty gray
and it’s hard to know which way we face, oh no…
This skyline’s such a different shape
and it’s getting hard to find our way, oh no…
Fake it through ‘til daybreak
Chase the moon ‘til daybreak
Escape the noose, falling down in the holes of our lives
Falling down with the sun in our eyes.

In this mood all men are creeps
from this view all moons are pink.
In this darkness, in this space,
in this fog and in this place

Oh, oh, oh, oh….

We’ll make it through ‘til daybreak
Whatever you lose we’ll remake
we’ll dress your wounds, falling down in the holes of our lives
falling down with the sun in our eyes
falling down in the holes of our lives
falling down with the sun in our eyes