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Fiasco (Book Two)

by Wishnefsky

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1.
Looking back on a lifetime of sadness and remorse I postulate what put me down this deviant course Sheer dumb luck You got me, you got me Sheer dumb luck You got me, you got me I can't control my emotions no matter what I do The sweeping hand of chance will tip the scales until I'm through Sheer dumb luck You got me, you got me Sheer dumb luck You got me, you got me If anything good will come We all know where that came from Sheer dumb luck You got me, you got me Sheer dumb luck You got me, you got me Sheer dumb luck
2.
Clouds are forming in the sky The best laid plans gone awry Fiasco You got back to your little home Where the mighty buffalo roam In the end you end up all alone Nothing left except your flesh and bone Fiasco Clouds are forming in my mind Feels like it’s raining all the time Fiasco maximus Fiasco
3.
Rabbit Hole 04:34
I’m sick of all the conversation It’s an overload of information Anxiety across the nation It’s harder to resist temptation The panic state is getting stronger Encouraged by the filthy fear-mongers Who stick their paws inside your trousers To fund a pack of rabble-rousers Strap it on tonight Rabbit hole in sight Can’t tell left from right Going down tonight I know you want me to change my thinking Reassure me that the ship’s not sinking A game of chicken and you’re not blinking The glass of kool-aid that you’re always drinking You’ve been sleeping with a girl named Alice Who’s well acquainted with your chalice But there’s a better chance of snow in Hades Then getting me to party with that lady Strap it on tonight Rabbit hole in sight Can’t tell left from right Going down tonight
4.
As 02:46
5.
No way to satisfy I feel my fingers twitch It starts to multiply Can't seem to kill the itch You know it's not the only road Get it off Get it out of my code You take the sun I take the night You take the peace I take the fight You take the dark I take the light Isn't it time we got this right? No way to analyze What makes the feelings grow It starts to demonize Drowning in the undertow You know it's not the only way Get it off Get it off of my tray You take the sun I take the night You take the peace I take the fight You take the dark I take the light Isn't it time we got this right? Isn't it time we got this right? Isn't it time? Isn't it time we got this right? Isn't it time?
6.
Guard Rail 04:08
Snowflakes are falling on Alistair Cover his body like dreams Icicle halo upon his head Death isn't quite what it seems He left the Sebastians at three o'clock Refused invitations to stay The wine in his bloodstream, the wine in his head The steering wheel started to sway He broke through the guard rail at four o'clock Abigail waited at home He rolled seven times and came to a rest She parted her hair with a comb Snowflakes are falling like parachutes Landing on Alistair's grave Abigail looks at her wrist-watch and sighs Her husband is seldom so late Snowflakes are falling in somersaults Alistair dreams of his bed Abigail sits at a table for two The wine in his bloodstream, the wine in his head Snowflakes are falling . . .
7.
It takes a lot to believe in something bigger than you All the time you deceive yourself when nothing else holds true Don’t give it away Give it away now I know you want me to say What does it mean now Somewhere high up above All the labor to love The broken wings of a dove You see: I can’t escape from me It takes some skill to conceive the wickedness I have done A life of moral turpitude is no way to have fun Don’t throw it away Throw it away now I know you want me to play A sorrowful song now Somewhere deep underground There’s no turning around My self-made burial mound You see: I can’t escape from me Don’t give it away Give it away now I know you want me to say What does it mean now Somewhere high up above All the labor to love The broken wings of a dove You see: I can’t escape from me
8.
The King of Unkept Promises Perched upon his throne Making little children sad They run back to their homes He promised me some star dust And a pillow made of gold But all I got was dirt clods And a pocket full of coal Father, oh father Wherefore do you speak? Father, oh father No promises you keep The King of Unkept Promises Hid beneath his throne He lets it go to voice mail When i call him on the phone He promised me some bullion From a stolen treasure chest But all I got was tangled thread He pulled out of his vest Father, oh father Wherefore do you speak? Father, oh father No promises you keep Father, oh father Wherefore do you take? Father, oh father Promises to break Oh no
9.
Co 04:08
10.
Nous arrivons au fin Les morts sont venus ici Ils vonts nous enseigner Oublier nos vies
11.
I want to dance on the graves of the rich I want to scratch the impossible itch I want to walk on the face of the moon I want to dive in a crystal lagoon I want to live like a thief on the run I want to hide from the face of the sun I want to take every bill in the bank I want to ski down a hill in a tank I know what you're thinking So promise me one thing That when I go missing You'll never miss me I want to sleep with the bugs on the lawn I want to strike by the light of the dawn I want to see what you put in the box I want the keys to the capital locks I know what you're thinking The damn ship is sinking You'd rather be drinking So you'll never miss me You'll never miss me You'll never miss me

about

Fiasco is a double album and being released by Lost Dog Records in two “books.” This is Book Two.

Fiasco is an intensely personal and philosophical album. It explores the chasm between perception and reality and how that irresolvable gap parallels the gulf between life and death. Notwithstanding the heavy-duty nature of the subject matter, it has a sense of passion and majesty. Just when things appear to be spiraling into misty-eyed gloom and permanent residency in a padded cell, Wishnefsky injects a sense of humor and playfulness. “We’re all going to die,” he said, with a wink. “Might as well live a little before we do.”

Musically, Fiasco honors the theme of gap-bridging by combining electronica and alternative rock. Consistent with Wishnefsky’s past work, it managed to be synthetic in an organic and human way. Synths co-mingle with acoustic guitars and pianos; electronic percussion dances with acoustic drums and percussion. At times, Wishnefsky’s voice is processed and distorted; at other times, clear and intimate.

Wishnefsky wrote all the songs and played all the instruments.

Sophie Wellen sang the lead vocal on the chorus of Rabbit Hole from Book Two.

Producer/mixer Michael James helped mix and master the songs. Michael also contributed the lead synth melody for Guard Rail in Book Two.

Award winning photographer Ed Nahin took the cover photographs for Book One in the Antarctic Circle and Book Two in the Arctic Circle.

Yes, Fiasco does span the globe.

This may be my last Wishnefsky record for a while. I give you a galaxy of thanks and a universe of love for your support of my music.

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released July 14, 2011

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Wishnefsky Los Angeles

Wishnefsky led the 90s alternative band Jabberwock. His solo work heads in a more electronic based direction - still with thought provoking lyrics, inventive arrangements, and passionate performances. Check out Wishnefsky's other projects: Brahms' Third Racket and Veneer. ... more

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