Vonnegut's Wife (DIGITAL ONLY)

by Circe Link

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A detour into Psychedelic Garage Jazz this record will test your boundaries of the norm. Filled with dark imagery, poetry and angst the sounds both buzzy and dreamy make this record very hard to define.

Produced & Mixed by Christian Nesmith & Circe Link
Mastered by Brant Biles at Mi Casa Multimedia, Los Angeles CA
Recorded by Christian Nesmith at The Ponderosa Ranch for Wayward Pussies, Chatsworth CA
Art & Design by Circe Link

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released February 14, 2010

Christian Nesmith uses and endorses Line 6 Guitars and Amps
Christopher Allis uses and endorses Drum Workshop drums, pedals and hardware,
Attack Drumheads, Vader Drumsticks, Istanbul Agop Cymbals, Factory Percussion

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Track Name: Man or Mouse
Track #1 Man or Mouse

The buildings burning at your backside you’re on the ledge
No one can hear your cries for help, you are desperate
Too bad you like to play with fire so the blames on you
You better take it like a man, what you gonna do?

Fall or fly, do or die, sink or swim, jump or jive
Better make your mind up fast
Bad times don’t wait and good times don’t last
Tell me brother, you man or you mouse?

The rock is coming down the hill you’ve been pushing up
It was a pretty rotten deal but you’ve got strange luck
The gods are laughing in your face, not just one but two
You’re told to take it like a man, what you gonna do?

Fall or fly, do or die, sink or swim, jump or jive
Better make your mind up fast
Bad times don’t wait and good times don’t last
Tell me brother, you man or you mouse?

Little man, big mouth, no one home, empty house
Got high and gone down, up turned and turned out,
Passed it on and around, a round heel, final bout
Don’t you doubt what about, so

Fall or fly, do or die, sink or swim, jump or jive
Better make your mind up fast
Bad times don’t wait and good times don’t last
Tell me brother, you man?

Your ship is taking water up and over the bridge
And as the captain you’re supposed to stay with the ship
But you can see that little rowboat has space for you
So what’s it mean to be the man, what you gonna do?

Fall or fly, do or die, sink or swim, jump or jive
Better make your mind up fast
Bad times don’t wait and good times don’t last
Fall or fly, do or die
Sink or swim, jump or jive
Better make your mind up fast
Tell me brother, you man or you mouse?
Are you man or you mouse?

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Sex Crime
Track #2 Sex Crime

Sex crime bee sting, buzz kill
Back slide, pile driver
Hot head rough trade
Black hat big dick
Nightstick, pinprick, cheap trick
Hands on knees parting the seas
Bury the yard iron deep
Match on the tongue
Look what you’ve done
Tonight we won’t get any sleep

Strap on sling back, high heel cruel shoe
Balls blue baby
Strip tease bug bite
Cockfight can can, real man take my hand
Hands on knees say pretty please
Saltwater taffy cream jeans
Cat got your tongue
Look what I’ve done
Tonight we won’t get any sleep

Hot box hand job, jack off big dog,
Dumb luck daddy
Thigh high joy ride
Greased up man sized
Deep down inside, won’t you try?
Hands on knees carnival freaks
Under the big top sweet geek
Biting your tongue
Look we’ve done
Tonight we won’t get any sleep

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Hit Me
Album: Vonnegut’s Wife
Track # 3 Hit Me

Black silk made of innuendo, a swath of lip pink rope
Backstitch dropped into the pillow, the taste of perfumed smoke
Nylons can be double crossed at ankles and at wrists
And love is good at any cost with flowers or with fists

Go ahead and hit me with kisses and confessions
Go ahead and hit me with lies and sweet obsessions
Bend me to your will make me understand
Go ahead and hit me if you can

Black lace masking bruises oh the cherries stain you good
Back break biting juices, ha, it seems you thought you could
Take me make me lick me wake me from this stupid dream
Shake me turn me pull me round to hit to hurt to scream

Go ahead and hit me with kisses and confessions
Go ahead and hit me with lies and sweet obsessions
Bend me to your will make me understand
Go ahead and hit me if you can

Chocolate blood drip drug and wine
Espresso grease an axe to grind
And anything to wake me from this still life utter bore
And anything to make me sister goddess mother whore

Black eyed honey night sweats a bed of twisted sheets
Backside running fishnets make a greedy grip of sweets
Don’t’ be such a baby and I wont be a tease
I need you almost as you need me to scream

Go ahead and hit me with kisses and confessions
Go ahead and hit me with lies and sweet obsessions
Bend me to your will make me understand
Go ahead and hit me if you can

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Michiko Freemond – (BMI)
Track Name: Vonnegut's Wife
Track # 4 Vonnegut’s Wife

Pints of gin and sagging hems
Typewriters like old best friends
Sail along the dusk like gondoliers
Trotsky’s child gave up the ghost
And like him I’m keeping notes
But some things don’t mean as much to me

Ooo hello mother night, goodbye simple life
Trial by fire you ought to see
Like Vonnegut’s wife, oh like Vonnegut’s wife

Should have told the truth, should have told a lie
Ordinary love, ordinary life
Sirens sing us out to sea
Should have held a hand, should have turned a stone
When your dead our dead, are we flesh and bone?

Should have seen the light, should have closed me eyes
Ordinary blue, ordinary sky
Titans, monsters, oh and then there’s me
Should have kissed your face, should have found a home
When your dead our dead, are we flesh and bone?
Are we all what we pretend to be?

Ooo hello mother night, goodbye simple life
Trial by fire you ought to see
Like Vonnegut’s wife, oh like Vonnegut’s wife

Huckleberry’s darkest twin
Saw a world that ruins most men
Glitter teardrops eyes like chandeliers
Bury me in all you’ve heard
So it goes with final words
Give my best to those who think of me

Ooo hello mother night, goodbye simple life
Trial in the fire that you ought to see
Like Vonnegut’s wife

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Hard Act To Follow
Track #5 Hard Act to Follow

Don’t you ever get tired of being nice all the time?
I bet sometimes it must get you down
Opening doors for little old ladies and rescuing kittens from trees
Stopping at the yellow lights or waving someone in
Shirt off your back for some toothless bums grin
Don’t you ever get tired?

Don’t you ever get tired of being good all the time?
I bet sometimes it must get real old
Smiling for no reason at everyone you meet
Doling out kind words like cupcakes
Always thinking of the poor man the orphan the cheat
Taking it on the chin and then you’re turning the cheek

Christ you’re a hard act to follow
Lord you got big shoes to fill
God that’s a hard act to follow
And most of us just don’t have that kind of time to kill

And how I wonder what it’s like for you
‘Cause even saints can sometimes get the blues
And few do what you say, not what you do

Christ you’re a hard act to follow
Lord you got big shoes to fill
God that’s a hard act to follow
And most of us just don’t have that kind of iron will

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
Track Name: Hungry Men
Track #6 Hungry Men

Couches lurk on sidewalks here
Like souls marooned on Sundays
Way out back a hole is dug
He’s buried something ugly
Stagger down with Pavlov’s mouth
Smiles for all the honeys
All the men round here are wild
And all of them are hungry

Boneyard ladies hardly ever sleep
Boneyard ladies are always in reach

Tangled up in old nylons
She bears one thousand secrets
Ankles scarred by way of teeth
There’s some for all who need it’s
Dragging down with stale perfume
Anything for money
All the men round here are wild
And all of them are hungry

Bone yard ladies hardly ever sleep
Bone yard ladies are always in reach

Written By Circe Link
Narccisiphus Music 2007 (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Friends Like You
Track #7 Friends Like You

You’ve upset the apple cart
By taking your pick from the middle, oh boy
Then you take the cake and while you eat it
You’re begging for more
Always looking to find free lunch
Always in the wrong mind for much
And when the check comes you’ve gone and left me the bill
With friends like you, such sweet atrocities
You bite and chew upon the hand that feeds
With friends like you, and all you seem to be
With friends like you, who needs enemies?
Easy as a pie you’ve baked yourself
A whole world of trouble, my dear
Hear the crows inside a humble slice is calling your name
Never birds of the same feather
Never been in the foul weather
And straight as they fly they always come home to roost
With friends like you, and all you do for me
Who fly the coop, in any time of need
With friends like you, I’m left to go to seed
With friends like you, who needs enemies?

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
John Classick
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Jazz Noon
Track #8 Jazz Noon

Here come the hooligans and dogfights
There goes the last shred of hope
Halfhearted swinging on the main line
Blue eyes in milky red soup bowls

Getting on, getting older, getting by, getting over
Go see the other side of midnight
Come see the dark side of the moon
He’s bleeding out all the good life
He’s getting high at jazz noon, jazz noon

Bets down, last chance to hit the big time
He wins who dies with all the most
He’s got a million down on paper
Just ink on dirty little notes

Going round, going out, goings on, going down
Go see the city in the moonlight
Come hear the thief sing the tune
He cut his teeth on his own heart
He took a life at jazz noon

Catgut killers blowing smoke rings
Dead men tell secrets of their own
Sounds like the whole thing was a bad dream
Looks like he was just flesh and bone

Gone before, gone awry, gone and told ya, now you’ve gone and lied
Go see the one who missed the last flight
Come see the Nowhere Man fool
He’s bleeding out all the good life
He’s getting high at jazz noon, jazz noon

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Bad Taste
Track #9 Bad Taste

Oh brother look out comes trouble again
You know the sticky pink and glossy kind that don’t ever end
I see it coming down the pike and crossing over the line
Such a dirty little dream but it’s a mighty good time
Ya know it’s sad to say, I think it’s really sad to say

If there’s a rotten apple stuck in the bunch
I’m sure that you would forsake others just get you a touch
A cotton candy skirt is climbing up and over her knees
Like a sinking ship you go down, begging her please
You know it’s ad to say, no pitty baby, sad to say

You’ve got bad taste, you broke your picker
Cat and mouse chase, but who is quicker
It’s a big waste, it’s the awful truth
You’ve got bad taste and the jokes on you

One person’s pleasure is another ones pain
And there’s a tall one at the bar and there you go again
A chocolate cherry kiss and snake bite hips is all that it takes
You’re just a sucker for rotten egg with a pretty face
Ya know it’s sad to say, good grief its really sad to say

You’ve got bad taste, you broke your picker
Such a headache, but here’s the kicker
It’s a big waste it’s the awful truth
You got bad taste and the jokes on you

Ooo you like the feeling of the burning kind
Ooo around your neck a pretty noose to wind
Ooo such a scene but baby you’re the crime

So there’s no moral, no real story to tell
You pick the losing pony every time and bet all your wealth
You lose your shirt, you lose your heart
And then you’re losing your mind
Pardon if I have a laugh, I know it’s unkind and in

Bad taste, you broke your picker
Drunk the whole case, can’t hold your liqueur
It’s a big waste it’s the awful truth
You’ve got bad taste and the jokes on you

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Christian Nesmith – Neztoons Publishing (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Jesus Drank All The Wine
Track #10 Jesus Drank All the Wine

Down on my knees at the catholic church
Praying for crimes yet to come
I saw a man come down off the cross
Confused at what he had done
From the wound in his side to his darkest brown eyes
I over flowed with lust
With the red on his breath said he’d made such a mess

Jesus has drunk all the wine, my lord and what’s left for us?
Jesus has drunk all the wine you see
And hopped a greyhound bus
One must do what one must, one must do what one must
Jesus has drunk all the wine, and what’s left for us?
Jesus has drunk all the wine my lord
And hopped a greyhound bus

Down at the bar called the golden calf
Dreaming of years yet to come
I saw that man climb up on his chair
Right back where he had started from
From the touch of his hand and a glimpse of my thigh
He stumbled in disgust
With his head on my breast said he really needed a rest

Jesus you’ve drunk all the wine you see, now what’s left for us?
Jesus has drunk all the wine, my lord
And hopped a greyhound bus
One must do what one must, one must do what one must

Written By
Circe Link – Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Something's Missing
Track #11 Something’s Missing

Satellites and sunbeams crash to the ground
Killing time and killing me the toxic countdown
Suicides, official lies, and killers who care
TV lives the shuck and jive till no ones home there
People starve for vanity for art and for shame
On all who had to have some more of more of the same

Well no one here is listening, anyway
So I’ll say what I feel, and now the ship is listing
‘Cause no one here is listening, but ya know
In the deep, feel asleep, stormy sea, could it be something’s missing?

Hand grenades and hand guns just right for the kids
They advertise while adding lives to lists of those who don’t live, anymore
Psychoactive psychopaths on psychotic pills
A nation of quiet junkies monkey backed and so ill
Illiterate illegitimates wonder why they’re so bored
With lowered expectations asking, what’s it all for?

No one here is listening, anyway
So I’ll say what I mean, ’cause now the world is sickening
And no one here is listening to me but ya know
Pulled the rug, took the drug, nice and snug, tell you what, something’s missing
No one here is listening, anyway
So I’ll say what I mean
No one here is listening, listening to me but it’s true
Made my case, such a waste, final stage, a little late, something’s missing

Written By
Circe Link Narccisiphus Music (BMI)
Copyright 2010