8th June '17

by Dan Whitley

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Recorded over seven days in a small dark room with some arthropods.

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released June 10, 2017

All music written, performed, recorded, and produced by Dan Whitley, except where otherwise specified.
All lyrics by Dan Whitley.
Cover art: "1st June '17" by Dan Whitley

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Track Name: 2nd June '17 I (This House Is Full Of Insects)
This house is full of insects
Let's go all the way to Warsaw
This house is full of insects
Let's go all the way

Fill me up tight
Crawl around my small intestine

You're a hazy-minded drifter
You're a girl with a single red balloon
It's been too long since you slept
The bags on your eyes could hold a house fire

What are you here for?
What are you alive for?

Fill me up
Crawl around

Your mind is in the sky
Your mouth is in the gutter
Your eyes make silent speeches
For the joy of the working girl

Fill me up
Tear me down
Track Name: 2nd June '17 II (Talker)
Every time you open your mouth
Brings me closer to victory
Whispering your lies
I think you should carry on

You're a talker, little girl
Can't talk your way out of this one
You're a talker, little girl
You never talked yourself in

No, not you
Only talk to yourself anymore
No, not you
Why won't you talk to anyone who won't listen

You've got your little headroom
Surround yourself with people like you
Roll out your slow-moving coup
You're a disgraced little public school boy

No, not you
You're a talker, little girl
No, not you
Why don't you stand and fight?
No, not you
Track Name: 3rd June '17 (What's Your Name?)
I heard climactic grace
Clustering flowers
Decaffeinated purgatory
Purged conservatory

I heard the necrosis epidemic
Beetles under the epidermis
Fingernails and gumshoes

What's your name?
I heard it in connection
The lock is the murder weapon
You're killing me

There's a pretty little mound
Where the fire starts on your stomach
Need to follow the smoke signals

We'd swim the sinking sand
Wait until the spring
Get thrown to the tapeworms
Only you can eat me
Leap under your checkers
Your shoulders are too small to hold the weight of the world
There's a gap you'd be trapped in sweetly
Bite down harder
Track Name: 5th June '17 (Tangerine)
The greatest comedy on the screen
Just give us more

Here it comes

To be the one who makes the deal
Is it all so easy?
An army of corporate enforcers

We'll give you something better
Than a gun to your lower spine
Not any reason to protest
If you're spineless at the outset

I read I am the knower of the lion

Say goodbye to what made you famous
Rehome the children, hide the Lamas
Tall brown bottle, side effects include
Tendency to see what is not quite there
Allah and Jehovah are drunk in the angel's bedroom
They get along fine, just don't ask how their days went
Smoke clings to the ceiling and scares the mayflies
Facts have never been facts here, don't be a hypocrite when you peel the tangerine
Track Name: 6th June '17 (Dilemma Etiquette)
Expect the unexpected
Opportunities for advancement
Use your initiative, don't crack under pressure
Turn on a dime, show your diversity
Speak our language, make sure you can count
Practise good posture
Be flexible, ductile, supple, lissom
Negotiate for commercial impact
Please could you repeat that?
Wear you best, accentuate the stains
Connect with the potwasher's union
Constantly smile at the receptionist
Make small talk about all your dead relatives
Just make sure you don't interrupt
Track Name: 7th June '17 (Charles)
Goodbye, my friend
I heard you go this morning
You're never coming back
But with a smile on your face
Head towards the sunset
Confront your early grave
Should have made you king
We have your sympathy
You have ours
Even if I stole from you
Track Name: 8th/9th June '17
So this is how stability looks
It's more exciting than I thought
Do you normally need those mines?
Tied around your ankles
Will they keep you upright?
Will they keep you afloat?
Do you like how the ropes feel?
The feel of certainty

Small black tube
Furry black cloth
Socks on the table
Loose little rabbit

Tear it down and tear it open there's a chain around your neck
and tear it down to feel the softest joy upon your feather bed
Tear it down and tear it open there's a chain around your neck
and tear it down to feel the softest joy upon your feather bed

Have some faith tell us what to think
Grow that little beard out
Paint your face and hide your tears
Roll the tongue down
Run the sandpaper across your knuckles
Touch it to your cheeks
Make your statement of intent
A kitten in the sauna

You will not take what you came for
You cannot rob me of my rights
Silken fingers spreading rumours
Weave your tapestry of intrigue

Take the velvet and the leather off your seat
Take the velvet and the leather off your seat
Take the velvet and the leather off your seat
Take the velvet and the leather off your seat
Take the velvet and the leather off your seat
Take the velvet and the leather off your seat


The sun came up this morning
Our enemies fall upon their swords
I'll drive a stake right through your chest
Twist it until you squeal
Jam sandwiches
Strawberry tart
Cough syrup for children
Where on earth to start?
You smell like a cat that's been in the rain
Wash yourself with your lips
Take readings from the book of the dead
Find your bearings
Salute the ghosts of christmas past
Bow to the rising tide
Put a ribbon in your hair
Something to hold on to

Tear it down and tear it open there's a chain around your neck
and tear it down to feel the softest joy upon your feather bed

So what are you going to do today?
So what are you going to do today?

Make your last decision
Take off your armour
Light the end of the string
See the child on the swing
A creature wriggles in your stomach
Out comes the moon