the devil is beating his wife

by Kitchen Experiment

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credits

released 15 May 2011
once again, the ultra talented Chris Clark did the artwork. He's good. Check him out.
Elaine took the picture of the ALVA deck. hooray!
KITCHEN EXPERIMENT is
-nate = guitar sing
-tony = bass some sing
-johnny = drums no mic

on this recording, dale nixon did more than his fair share.

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tags: punk influenced punk kitchen experiment punk Chicago

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Track Name: for stefen
Sorry I missed you man. In my heart though, I was there. Cover charged and past the bar into the hall. Screaming the same nine words I gleaned off the heavy 7 (“) we got that mind control, we develop mind control. Your dance holds weight. Your dance holds weight. Your dance, though different from my own. You don’t have to do this on your own. (actually- you don’t need to do it on your own) MAN THAT SONG WAS RAD!
Track Name: moses
Stand and scream for a future Guthrie’s gone. Who will now come recite aloud my life. The hook’s been on the line too many years. Who is left to drag on out the tears. I alone cannot sing for all the ears/years. Desperate times. Oh, the tender times are these. In this broken town I can’t see the sun, just breathe. I can’t shut off these senses. I feel every spirit fall. Who is left to heed or hear the call? I know no choir will come in. I know nobody to step up. (But,) I’m just naïve enough to believe an answer’s waiting around the bend to clean this mess we’re in. Mighty Casey stumbles and falls before my eyes to be switched unseen with a clean and slick reply. Numbered culprits up to thousands holding blame. I will pray for floods of cleansing rain.
Track Name: well, I do
I never said I needed you, I just felt it from the fall. I’m sure I never stated I was pure enough to hold you up, I just took your words for truth. They were gospel to me. You were much too giving, much too forgiving, for how much I hurt you and how quickly I was gone. But, now I’m back. (I’m) here to burden with insufferable silence. And you, wondering what I’m thinking. Well, why not say it? Just say something man. Just don’t screw it up. We couldn’t lose her again. Grip and tear inside my chest. Dig and search and scramble for a medium/ a vehicle for words. I never said I needed you, I just felt it from the fall. I know that nothings good enough to seal these open wounds, to shield yourself from me. So, here’s this humble offering. Just take it to survive. For as cold as skin may seem, the flames still move inside.
Track Name: the devil is beating his wife
The rain mists against a sun soaked sky
Children scream and cry out
Hiding and holding at mothers side
Something is wonderfully wrong or terribly right
The devil is beating his wife
Track Name: for monsters everywhere
There is something in the water of the river of the namesake of this town. When the wildlife come of age they leave the pack and lose it all. In a world of opportunity they get tangled up in the twine of the smoke, of the bottle or of the mind. He was once of the family of the friendships I vowed I would uphold standing so tall on my soapbox in adolescence, a life time ago. And now just as you are as he is – scared. Tempting fate to touch his hair. Well, I’ve done worse than childish pranks - I left him there. As the wolves circled in I held their coats. Before I picked up my filthy silver I kissed your cheek. The truth is brutal without the tune. So, I continue the masquerade. Perhaps in time judgments, like memories, would fade. There is blood now in the water from the victims of my selfish past. Our author’s curled up on a sandbar with knees to chest and red hands to face. After years of scrubbing scouring and scraping he screams “they won’t come clean”. It’s 4 a.m. and there’s no sleep for monsters like me.