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A Day At The Wauchope Races EP

by Royal Chant

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1.
Ulysses 03:47
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…
2.
High Low 03:12
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…
3.
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.
4.
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
5.
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.
6.
Daybreak 03:50
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

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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.

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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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