Wm Perry

Wm Perry

Cincinnati, Ohio, USA
BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Cross-genre Rock/PsychFolk/Roots with a hint of Punk & the more avant-garde; Indie, self-recorded. Tight, well-crafted songs that are sometimes disturbing, with jangled-y edges, but the music's bouncy & catchy darkness will leave you feeling pretty good. Honest & not boring!

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Biography

Failed. Kept moving. Your typical starving-artist story. BFA from the Art Institute of Chicago, followed by several years in the Sign Industry. Front man in a multitude of short-lived bands, playing in clubs and warehouses in Chicago and LA's artsy, marginal war-zone neighborhoods. Now solo artist, self-recording. Moved from Chicago to Cincinnati, an "economic refugee" you could say. Bought a cheap, old house on Craig's List without seeing it first! Now settling in after renovations and recording new music in four floors of combined living/studio space.

RECENT PRESS:
Wm Perry's song "Always Already (Shaking)" to be featured in the movie "Locked In a Garage Band", with soundtrack to be released by Red Pill Entertainment.

Michael Dustdevil's Young Moss Tongue says "a shitload of jawdroppingly stunning songs" and posts two LP's with more than 600 downloads the first week.

Read about Wm Perrys music and his artwork in David Feltman's article Wm Perry: Strange Little World of Art and Music at
www.targetaudiencemagazine.com/uploads/2011/wm_perry.php
"If you like one track on this album ["Flight Risk, No Bond"], its guaranteed youll love all of them. I cant remember the last time I got to say that about an album."

Wm Perry's songs featured in twelve consecutive Young Rebel International Playlists: "Torn Into Tickets", "(I'm So) Bored", "Horseholed", "Big, Broad Daylight", "Blood Red Devils", "Always Already (Shaking)", "Grimmest", "N.Inhaler", "Everybody Is Dead", "Funeral Birds", "If I Were A Customer", and "Abandoned House". THANK YOU, YOUNG REBEL! Discover new music by a lot of really good bands at
http://youngrebel.co.uk/

Lyrics

Graveful

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

No one wants to know how full a grave can get
I don’t suppose it’s ever happened yet
I know a lot of things that are not true
I know I’m pushing back the stone and burying you

A thing like this might generate its own heat
I don’t want to know it’s too cold and too sweet
The birds will gather though of that I’m sure
Untroubled by questions of weak or pure
They’ll make a racket and then make a meal
We’ll make up a story and arrange a deal
You don’t say no and I won’t say yes out loud to you
You don’t say yes and I won’t go running to the truth

I collected on the run haphazardly
Whatever fell in the bag with me
I destroyed what I could long-distantly
I forgot the rest pretty easily
Except for a random thing or two
That would have to be removed via you

No one wants to know how full a grave can get
I don’t suppose it’s ever happened yet
I know a lot of things that are not true
I know I’m pushing back the stone and burying you

A thing like this might generate its own heat
I don’t want to know it’s too cold and too sweet

(long, slow fade)
The birds will gather though of that I’m sure
Untroubled by questions of weak or pure
They’ll make a racket and then make a meal
Cook up a story and arrange a deal
You don’t say no and I won’t say yes out loud to you
You don’t say yes and I won’t go running to the truth
No one wants to know how full a grave can get
I don’t suppose it’s ever happened yet
I know a lot of things that are not true
I know I’m pushing back the stone and burying you
A thing like this might generate its own heat

Every Crappy Thing

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Every crappy thing is rising
Every rising thing is happy
Every happy thing is falling
Every falling thing is crappy

You'll learn to like it
You'll learn to love it, in fact
You'll learn to accept
You'll learn to accept it as fact

When this thing is through with you
When this thing is through with you
The one right after wants you too

Every next best thing is coming
Every coming thing is worsening
Every worsening thing is going
Every going thing is better

You'll learn to like it
You'll learn to love it, in fact
You'll learn to accept
You'll learn to accept as fact

When this thing is through with you
When this thing is through with you
The one right after wants you too

(instrumental)

When this thing is through with you
When this thing is through with you
The one right after wants you too
The one right after wants you too

Every full-grown man is dying
Every dying man is shrinking
Every shrinking man is seeing
The end of things that're just beginning

You'll learn to like it
You'll learn to love it, in fact
You'll learn to accept
You'll learn to accept as fact

When this thing is through with you
When this thing is through with you
The one right after wants you too
Yeah
Yeah

(fade)

Low Hill

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Crawled over a hill
Blood long since spilled
Sought anonymous normal night
Like the kind you might find in a motel

Positioned myself and saw
Against the law
My flimsy will
Flapping on the window sill
That's what I saw

Then comes the dawn
Wound up all wrong
Got onto phone and
Arranged passage home before too long

Time on my hands
I browsed the vendor's stands
But there's never anything
That's gonna make my hat sit still in my hands

Shapeless dead times
Like perfect mind
Don't have to think
Ashes in the bathroom sink of the motel

Gone round again
Same sights and then
Make some change and head back out into rain
Like it's your friend

If I Were a Customer

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

From the top down instructions
With the whistling suction
It's a hierarchal system and it won't be shook
But with a midnight wedding
And a ghost's beheading
You can get the focus for an arm's length look

And if I were a carpenter and you didn't change
I'd have a hammer and you'd have shit for brains

You're the hands down winner
At the Rec room dinner
You're the suspect's sister, the arresting cop
And you can't help hoping
That the stuff that's broken 'd
Fix its own damn self and walk on off

If I were a carpenter and you stayed the same
I could hammer all morning
While you were circling the drain

From the Hi, how are you?
To the ditch tomorrow
You get a roll of tokens and a list this long
You can split the pills
And flat the hills
And you can wreck the car at the end of the song

If I were a customer and you refused to sing
I could hammer the counter
You'd put your head under your wing

(instrumental fade)

Catalog

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I saw you in a catalog
(I saw you in a photograph)
I saw you in a dream I had
(In a weapons catalog)
About a catalog that never came
(An underwater scene)
To an address that turned out bad
(With a falcon and a dog)
And I wondered from time to time
(What the weapon was)
How to unlatch that book
(But I give way to greed)
And door falls open wide
(I wanted it just because)
And there’s the catalog inside

And then as in a dream’s
Most blurred, confusing scene
Everything jerks and transforms
And I’m stranded empty-handed and unharmed

I saw you in a dream I had
(In a cheap shit parade)
About some mistakes that I had made
(Like a marshal or a tsar)
It came to the attention of the law
(With some knock-off Gatorade)
And that was the start of a parade
(And kitchen Meth in mason jars)
You came around the corner of a float
(The boys in blue were all eyes)
And what you said I don’t know
(You were all over my map)
But you made the kind of sense
(The lawyers wrote inside)
It goes like medicine’s supposed to go
(Their raincoats in their laps)

And I wandered front and back
Unsure of the poison or its lack
Shuffling systems and blame
One false move before the law

I saw it through your eyes
Although I promised not to look
I just had to see
What my goose looked like cooked
(In a cheap shit parade)
An underwater scene
Like the frontispiece of a book

Man and monstrous thing
(Man and monstrous thing)
Stood the day the earth still shook
(Stood the day the earth still shook)

(fade)
Man and monstrous thing
(Man and monstrous thing)
Stood the day the earth still shook
(Stood the day the earth still shook)

I Took the #'s From All the Trees

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I took the numbers from all the trees
And tried to put them back in order
I took it apart both piece by piece
And tried to put it all back better
Took every flower that I could see
I took the kisses you gave to me
I stole the hives from all the bees
To get something sweet together

I chased the hours off the clock
And into the corner
I told myself I was all talk
But it didn't really matter
My defeats come back talking sweet
And looking just like victory and
All my successes come back dressed up as failure

I closed up shop and walked the block
In between all the buildings
Around every corner there's another way of bending
I want the night, I want the day
I want to sing what the birds must say
When their hearts are broke
Beyond the weather's mending

I want the day, I want the night
I'm not afraid though the birds are right
To take every blessed thing as a sign of danger

(instrumental fade)

Life During Some Other Time

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Watched the moon rise over hotel
Right about dead noon
I could tell that things seemed better
That won't be better soon

As the list of wrong things grows
The little memories come
I can't tell what's more promising
Acting stupid or going numb

Haven't seen a bird around here
Since the last one fell
No sign of escape route since
The disappearance of you-know-who

You said you'd be back with men and weapons
And money to buy food
Count the heads, look around
We're here alone me and you

I know the law of falling bodies
Dictates something sure
But there must be laws I've never heard of
That count around here more

There's no address that you can send to
No number you can call
No helpful stranger to befriend you
No one to jack up at all

This is the shadow of a burning building
But the heat makes it hard to see
It might just be the dawn returning
All lit up like a Christmas tree

Creature, creature see the creature
Know it by its name
Look into its friendly features
Meet thou it again

Burning feathers and R-connectors
Nervous fingers lose
Message sent, message received
Lots of luck to you

(I'm So) Bored

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Oh I'd be asleep if the weather permitted
Knee-deep, hip-deep, neck-deep
Just forget it
I fell out of bed so long ago
Whatever dreams of next I know

I'm so bored
I can't keep my eyes awake

I know your home's not really leaning
It's just moving so fast
It affects the way you are seein'
The future eats the past
You never know what's comin' last

I'm so bored
I can't keep my eyes awake

Oh I think I'd do okay if I
Took your place today although
There's no evidence it's true
But I think it any way
It doesn't matter what I say
But I think it and that's just too much for you

Built it out of sugar and color
Ended ruined for any other
A bedroll in a house of cards
With a swing set in the back yard

I'm so bored
I can't keep my eyes awake

And
(fade)
I'm so bored
I can't keep my eyes awake

Funeral Birds

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

All the liquid is spilt
All the little birdies are kill’t
My dreams disconnect
Get sucked out the window like smoke
All of my curses are mistaken for jokes
And I can’t get out of the car
It’s like a funeral on stilts

People say something sounds sometimes
Sounds like good choice
Living like mutants eating sound waves
And halving the price
Won’t hold still for me to draw the wings on
Won’t calm down so I could explain
It won’t help won’t see
I won’t make that mistake again

Driving around
Watching the road like a spy
Forcing myself up to tears
And then on into lies
All my dreams
Out the window like smoke
All of my curses are taken for jokes

Look on the ground
All of the liquid is spilt
Look there on the road
All the little birdies are kill’t
And I can’t make myself stop the car
It’s like a funeral on stilts

Torn Into Tickets

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Torn into tickets
My eyes and all my fingers
And the backbone’s printed
With another destination
All in ones and zeros
Going somewhere somehow
But I won’t need a decision
I’m filled up with destinations
All in ones and zeros

I bought another
Box of damaged canned goods
And magazines
With their covers torn off
And I brought ‘em back to my place
Then I read the labels
And I ate all the contents
And I ended up with
A hundred extra destinations

(instrumental)

Torn into tickets
My lust and dreams of leaving
Counted up as check and balance
All in ones and zeros

I bought another
Box of damaged canned goods
And magazines
With their covers torn off
And I brought ‘em back to my place
Then I read the labels
And I ate all the contents
And I ended up with
A hundred extra destinations
(long instrumental fade)

Horseholed

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I parked the car under the horse
Completely out of breathe
And I got into the first hole
That I came to on the left
A random normal shallow spot
Wide open to the night
And clear as day to anyone
Approaching from the right

I caught the drift, prepared responses and all
And I threw it over-handed down the hall
Where the screen door did or didn't slam
But it's too late now to question who I am

And over and out
Is the next thing that I know
Over and over and out
Over and out
Is the next thing that I know
Over and over and out

The people all in ruins
And the government in tears
There's a fortune no one
Is gonna pay to hear
Fill your room with souvenirs
Fill your heart up with seashells
You will want the ocean's roar
And the bright decals as well

Change, change, change
More, more, more
I don't want to go to Hollywood
And war, war, war

My favorite word
Or my favorite day
That's something
I never picture anyway

And over and out
Is the next thing that I know
Over and over and out
Over and out
Is the next thing that I know
Over and over and out

Abandoned House

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Hard to know what to forget
Becoming what you ain’t been yet
Should you bring your own
Or trust what Bad Luck supplies?

Where do you put your weight
To get your leg over the gate?
Hold still and see it careful
When you’re down

When do the shadows fall
To make a tunnel through the wall?
How near by is too late?
And how far away’s too soon?
Can you think over the noise
Of all the settled dust?
And are those thoughts still hanging
In the middle of the room?

And if they touch your skin
Will your body draw them back in?
Spoiled wrong, like bad meat
There you fall sick and poisoned
Hear that humming sound (sound)
It’s the clock grinding you down
(Grind you down)
But if flats the edge you need
(Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck)
Cut a path back out to solid ground
(Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck)

And if you go all the way
(Go away, go away)
In and out in just a day
(In just a day)
You’re smaller now
You’re bigger now
You’re strong when it wears out
Put it on your head stone
Or your card after your name
Unlimited International
Artifacts and Accounts

Or suppress it down into a
Disembodied point instead
It’s not a shame, it’s not lost
It’s circling overhead

What you don’t know or what you do
It hurts just knowing you
Well enough to rain down all night
And drown you in your bed

What you do know what you don’t
Rearrange at will and still it won’t
Work up into an answer or even
Keep the question fed

Brain’d (Let Me Tell You)

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Zip it tight, speak up clear
Don’t go there, don’t bring that here
Double quick, stay right there
I hear you complaining but I just don’t care
Let me tell you
You don’t know what you want to do

Do it again, what’d I say?
Don’t you worry, I got all day
Give me a break, get a clue
Get off my case, what’s wrong with you?
Let me tell you
You don’t know what you want to do

(instrumental)

Just see here, you can feel the eyes
Murdering to get you down to size
Cut the crap, measure twice
Cover your ass, name your price
Let me tell you
You don’t know what you want to do

Make haste while the sun shines
On each wasted creature, colored gone
Pick up your feet, do take notes
Sink or swim, it lifts all boats
Let me tell you
You don’t know what you want to do

Just say no, do one thing
And the world will beat you like a king
Take my hand, bend down close
Give up the past, forget the ghost
Let me tell you (let me tell you)
You don’t know what you want to do

Mechanical Arm

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I didn’t listen to what you said
Talking like I was dead
I ‘d end up back flat on the carpet
Marching backwards through my head
Run and mark the high spot
In your back yard
Where your cold wave finally
Broke down into routine
Manoeuvers for position or a free pass
Or shelter from comedy
I went out and threw
And I caught everything
An arsenal of funny
Circumstances can do
Ain’t I seen
Your shadow on my machine?
I thought that it was me
Reflected in the screen
I don’t mind being wrong
But it’s too bad being right
At the same time all along
I’ll bet the view Is pretty good
Looking out your window with you
But it’s better here with me
Miles away and you’re too small to see
Ain’t I seen
your shadow on my machine?
I thought it was me
reflected in the screen
Ain’t I seen
your shadow on my machine?

Awfully Bent Hours

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

oh it’s awful to know and awful to wait
it’s awful to watch and awful to do
it’s awfully big it’s bigger than me
oh it’s blindingly bright and frighteningly strong
and I’m running as fast as I can but it’s wrong to assume
you know the sweet and the doom
what was said when you’re not in the room

I got no ground to give and I’m not giving the slip
I’m not getting a feeling for what’s a misstep
I’m not giving up yet but I think it could rip me a new one or two
for the smoke to pour through
if I lay here a while and I let it run loose
and I let it fill up with whatever comes through
then who am I to you?

I just wanted to creature my way through the hours
with you at my back and the sun on all fours
the night sky slouching there in the door
he says he knows the stars
and he doesn’t care what they do

oh honey oh honey oh honey relent
oh honey it’s money that’s already spent
the day is sunny and the axle is bent
and It reminds me of places I’m sorry I ever went to

look here a minute hold still and see
we’re not even in it forget famously awful
respected and thoughtful
a difficult mouthful

I just wanted to creature my way through the hours
with you at my back and the sun on all fours
the night sky slouching there in the door
he said he knows the stars cause he’d been here before
with you

Blood Red Devils

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Devil take the hindmost
Who is the hindmost?
I am the hindmost
Devil take me now

I could smell your perfume
Your overheated fuse
I can smell that boiling fat
Down below my shoes

Cut lose the deadweight
Who is the deadweight?
I am the deadweight
You had better cut me now

Forget ‘em man they’re nobody
Who is nobody?
I am nobody
You can start forgetting now

I could smell your perfume
Your overheated fumes
I can smell that boiling fat
Down below my shoes

Fuck ‘em if they can’t take
If they can take
Where are we anyway?
And who is joking now?

Devil take the hindmost
Who are the hindmost?
We are the hindmost
Devil take us now

I could smell your perfume
Your overheated fuse
I can smell that boiling fat
Down below my shoes

(instrumental)

Cut lose the deadweight
Who is the deadweight?
I am the deadweight
You had better cut me now

Forget ‘em man they’re nobody
Who is nobody?
I am nobody
You can start forgetting now

I could smell your perfume
Your overheated fumes
I can smell that boiling fat
Down below my shoes
(instrumental fade)

Big Broad Daylight

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

It’s not that the drugs have become unpredictable
It’s just that they’re doing something different now
But the phantom thumbs I’m developing
Might turn out to be useful in some future situation

I swear by my left hand
I vow by my right
It’s sinister waiting like this in the car
But everything is clear in the big broad daylight

The spots and the streaks on the windshield and streetlight
The loss of speech that comes out of nowhere
I really don’t know how to play this scene properly
So it’ll slip through my fingers like a slide projection

I swear by my left hand
I vow by my right
It’s sinister waiting like this in the car
But everything is clear in the big broad daylight

There’s nothing like the present to turn the past to poison
There’s no use pretending you can outrun the shrapnel
But I know this debris will find you, find you
So I can wait and keep my head down

I swear by my left hand
I vow by my right
It’s sinister waiting like this in the car
But everything is clear in the big broad daylight

(instrumental fade)

There, And Environs

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

There, And Environs – William McGuffey Perry

Every hand-carved grenade
That could fly on its own
Has got your real name written
Down on its hollow bones
They wobble, half circle around
And take off in the night
They seem to get smaller as they pass
Underneath the streetlight
When they explode
Silently near your head
They’re too small for sight
But you’re still killed to me
And that’s all that I wanted tonight

Men without jobs, they wait
By the side of the road
I drive by like a job with no man
At least none I that I know

I dissipate into smoke
And the scene just repeats
And there in the theater
I watch as you’re screwed in your seat
We won’t get far in this rig
And the dark is too deep
There’s drifting and crying
And the music’s all
Sticky from sweets

Wish I was cartoon or robot
Or something so nice
That performs simple functions
To formulas carved out of ice
My life would be different
Drop by drop, day by day
Eventually all the instructions
Would all melt away
I don’t mean to point figures
But why are you looking so cool?
While I’m sweating bullets
And knives and ice carving tools

With the back of your hand
To your forehead
You tick like a clock
I start to say something
But on second hand
Maybe not
The birds that are perched
On your mainspring
Are sharpening their beaks
They don’t look like much but
Wait until you hear them speak
Sometimes I think that I hear them
Off alien and far
But it’s closer than that
They are talking right there
Where you are

You won’t hallucinate
Out into a resonant dream
Where you confound yourself back
Through your footsteps
And come out all clean
Then Abracadabra
It’s all overturned and renewed
Once you get past the bodies of
Friends being turned into food
What’s not explained is when
This momentum might peak
When you’re dead maybe then
Maybe not
I’m not credentialed to speak

Incentivized

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I’m lonely, and angry about it
Don’t call in the experts
So far in the future
They only see this as pictures
Don’t let them get near me
Or maybe I’m angry for nothing
As usual
Seen doctors on TV
It’s somewhere away
Like the distance between us
Not like pictures of doctors and lawyers
And singers
And here to the rescue
Is something . . . for nothing

I can’t conjur appropriate laughter
It’s thinner than maybe
But maybe
Then out of my mouth angry laughter
Out of the blue into nowhere
That I’ve ever been to or heard of
Not even the future shown waiting
And open forever
In pictures you can nail to your forehead
Not even the future shown waiting
Open forever in pictures
You can nail to your forehead like crib toys
A corrective developed by experts

A corrective developed by experts
Who, unbidden, advise you
To come follow a picture
Come to appropriate shadow
Cast by expert futures
Don’t call laughter “angry”
Everywhere perfectly hidden, forbidden
To know how to speak of the
Unusual distance

I’m lonely, and angry about it
Don’t call in the experts
It’s so far they won’t see it or hear it
Don’t let them get near you with pictures

Black Gel

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Burn a candle to thin out the slippery smoke
And underneath you think you smell
The nervous sweat of a ghost
Pick your act
Pick out your favorite clothes
You picked your fight
But you’re still black-eyed
And bloody-nosed

Which the hour in the real world is the normal-est of all?
Take that one
Sneak out the back
Then come in right through the front hall
And there’s no one there
But you to see it though
Unless you’re gonna count the nervous ghost

Keep it to yourself
You’ve got the deadline met
Try it on for size
But don’t spend the money yet

Shake your floppin’ hands
Shake your tinglin’ fingertips
Point the fan to send
The night air up your slip
Choose bark or bite
Choose anything you know
Prefer out of sight ‘til out of mind
Warns morning below

You can’t be seen from anywhere
But that’s working both ways
You can’t identify the threatening
Sounds you’ve heard for days
Hide your light
Don’t walk around in shoes
Sealed airtight
Like the fist lost in the noose

Keep it to yourself
You got the complete set
Try it on for size
But don’t spend the money yet

Keep it to yourself
Try it on for size
But don’t spend the money yet

(instrumental fade)

Carelessly Suggested Use

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Must be hiding ‘round here somewhere
Must be getting close by now
Can’t decide if it’s me or what
Warmer colder red means stop
From the window it’s an easy shot
What’s he got I haven’t got?

Might get in by accident
No expertise will get you out
Can you see your house from here?
Allowing for the normal wear
It’s not every day this kind of thing
Homes fall like castles and bells unring

No it won’t lose its feathers
Can’t keep it circling out of doors
Get your belongings together
Keep clear of the propellors
I wouldn’t mind occasionally
I’m sure you’ll find out without me

Wasn’t meant to hold that many
I didn’t mean to sneak up on you
Complete this sentence same as any
Stop when you think it’s through
How many times in a row
Can I get away with this
And stroll back in with you?

Must be hiding ‘round here somewhere
Must be getting close by now
Can’t decide if it’s me or what
Warmer colder red means stop
From this window it’s an easy shot
What’s he got I haven’t got?

Always Already (Shaking)

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I can’t stop shaking
what are you thinking?
I can’t help thinking
why are you shaking?
I may be shaking
for lack of something
or maybe something
is here and shaking

Always already like you’re telling me
Always already like I can’t see
Always already everything Is going
away from me

I can’t stop shaking
what are you thinking?
I can’t help hoping
that something good is coming
I can’t stop shaking
what are you thinking?
I can’t help wishing
everything weren’t going

Always already like I’m telling you
Always already like I can’t see
Always already everything Is going
away from me

hmmmm (fade)

Craphead

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I’m gonna open my God-damned mouth
I’m gonna refuse,
I’m gonna refuse,
I’m gonna refuse
I’m up in the morning and I’m up in the night
I’m up the livelong day and I feel alright
I’m a Craphead
I’ll be a Craphead

I got my orders, I’m grinding my organ
My monkey’s excited and taking all comers
I could do-o-o-o that
I could do that standing on my Craphead
I could do-o-o-o that
I could do that standing on my

I’m up in the morning and I’m up in the night
I’m up the livelong day and I feel alright
We’re in the lecture hall
I’m standing on your Craphead
I could do that
I could do that standing on my Craphead
I could do-o-o-o that
I could do that standing on my Craphead
I could do-o-o-o that
I could do that standing on my Craphead
I could do-o-o-o that
I could do that standing on my Craphead

(instrumental)

I’m up in the morning and I’m up in the night
I’m up the livelong day and I feel alright
We’re in the lecture hall
I’m standing on your Craphead

Dodge

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I used to live in Dodge but I got out
I sold the tracks I made
They led right up to your house
A man may knock upon your door
But it won’t me be knockin’ no more
I used to live in Dodge but I got out

I’m never quite as happy when I’m sad
And Society’s to blame
For that business with my dad
Think of me as pretty weak
But pretty’s not so bad
I’m never quite as happy when I’m sad

You get a lot by grabbing in your reach
You can learn the stuff that no one wants to teach
Well you might as well start laughing now
It’s a long way to the beach
You get a lot by grabbing in your reach

I had a free lunch once and it was nice
Now strangers hassle me about it
Man, they say, just take my advice
Well the thing you describe may happen
But it’ll never happen twice
I had a free lunch once and it was nice

I used to live in Dodge but I got out
I sold the tracks I laid
They led right up to your house

(fade)

A man may knock upon your door
But it won’t me be knockin’ no more
I used to live in Dodge but I got out

Never Happened

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I spoke to do you damage
I talked to myself like poisoning a well
I caught myself coming and going
Cause I wanted to spin as I fell

I sold myself completely
To some scrap dealer guy that
Went up and down the street
I went too cheap but I understood completely
When he pulled out his pliers and said
“All I wants is your teeth”

I’m the murder that never happened
No, no, no I’m not the one to blame
I wasn’t sweet like poison
To seep around your doorjamb
But no, I am not to blame

I speak to do you damage
I talked to myself like poisoning a well
I caught myself both coming and going
Because I wanted to spin as I fell

Grimmest

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Day starts and it’s too late, too late
Gotta wash your face in the rain
Go down side street, main street, back street
and the “Stupid” rains down on your head
and it’s grim . . . er
grimmer than
grimmer
grimmer than

go to the graveyard and get me a new pair of hands
go to the graveyard and get me a new set of glands

corpratulent: a trademark word
marked: a painful condition
registered in the annuls of history
a trademark phrase that describes the market
and it’s grim
(grim)
grimmer than
grim . . . er
grimmer than

go to the Space Needle and get me a new set of legs
go to the Epcot and bring back some sperm and some eggs
grimmer
grimmer than

(instrumental)
grimmer
grimmer than

go to the graveyard and get me a new pair of legs
go to the Space Needle and bring back some sperm and some eggs
go to the graveyard and get me a new set of hands
go down to Epcot and get me a new set of glands
go to Los Angeles and bring back a nice shiny head
go to the graveyard but don’t let em know that you’re dead

Mmedicine

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Oh Mmedicine
For everything
It’s sickening
Oh Mmedicine

Far down the line
That describes the drain
I look around and then I find
That I am down again down again
Unsound again unmanned again

Hold your head, shake my hand
Speak your piece, I can’t stand it
I can’t stand it, who could care?
Dump that piece just anywhere

Head for the hills, head in a clouds
Down to the old trick
I said it out loud
I was drifting in circles
On the long way back
My heart went out of the project
And had an attack

Had an attack of regret and remorse
For the cavalier way I flogged the same dumb horse
Out into a stall
Like Custer’s last tour

You know I saw him just yesterday
He’d come for the cure
He was looking were-worse
Unmanned and unmade
The cure he was promised
Was nowhere in spades

I told him floppy, happy, hats, and panties
Meals are extra
We got plenty of Mmedicine
For everything
Oh Mmedicine for everything
Oh A-La-King and Cucaracha too
Yo no soy, how about you?

You know I miss the things
I never had
And the ones I did
I miss twice as bad

Oh dirty, nasty, locks, and gantrys
Meals are extra but we won’t need any
We got Mmedicine for everything
Everything is sorta sickening
Oh Mmedicine
Grim-eyed stone-faced
Glittering hard-ass hard-case
A bitter thing in a fixed race
I bet everything just to lose the taste of
Mmedicine

Bldg. Mgr.

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Welcome to my building
We’re always home here
I got what you came for
And if I don’t I will don’t fear
Here comes the mayor
He holds a staff
With a form to you to fill out at one end
The other’s a feather to make you laugh

I bet you wish you were gone now
I bet you wish this was over
I bet you wish you were face down
Suffocating in the clover

Your every word’s inside me
Your every word is dear
Clang,
Clang
Clang

I am waiting
For your strength to leave your body
In a dream I saw you coming
So I had you stopped in the lobby

I bet you wish you were gone now
I bet you wish this was over
I bet you wish you were face down
Suffocating in the clover

Your every word’s inside me
Your every word is dear
Clang,
Clang
Clang
Clang

(instrumental fade)

Lose Me In the Light

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Lose me in the light and I’ll be fine
Kiss me on the lips I’ll lose my mind
Get me out of here before it blows
Don’t forget to bring a change of clothes

Find my faulty reason good so far
Find out if they’ll let us use the car
Don’t mind the venom clouding up the clear
We’ll pass like ghosts our money’s no good here

Lose me in the light and I’ll be fine
Kiss me on the lips I’ll lose my mind
Save a secret corner in your heart
You can store my memory there, it comes apart

Feel my way across the empty air
I’m terrified so I’m I know I’m still here
It turns out that it’s fight or flight or fall
No one ever mentioned that at all

My hand to your forehead, you feel hot
I cannot count the pulse, my nerves are shot
Do you think the bruises still show
It’s really not so bad if you don’t know

It ended with a long shot down the road
They just sat down and talked as the credits rolled
How they ‘d never really do what they’d just done
But they believed the broken glass and the setting sun

Lose me in the light and I’ll be fine
(fade)
Kiss me on the lips I’ll lose my mind
Don’t mind the venom clouding up the clear
We’ll pass like ghosts our money’s no good here

Disclaimer

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

There’s no eyeballs framing things
From the background
No spyglass, no pilothouse, no boat
You walk in alone
Humming one twitchy note

Your route’s a chunk of feedback
In my mind’s eye
Following your shadow round and round
Stop it and start it anywhere
It don’t matter
Just match up your pace and fall down

I leaked my grease
And burned my bearings
I don’t remember what you did
Or what you said
I woke to the smell of scorching metal
And you’d left me there
For stupid as for dead

Now when I stand on the sidewalk
My shadows hit the pavement like a big bird’s claw
I don’t know the name of any Refuge
But I know the numbers of the laws

A man walks into a bar
He says, I’m looking for a map
It glows like the waves did
When I saw ‘em
Barman says, We don’t get much call for that

Now when I hunt along the sidewalk
Following my shadow round and round
It glows like the waves did
When you saw them
Just match your pace and fall down

Fake Sleep

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Fake sleep will keep me on ice
The next dream would drop me through
Fake objectivity will keep me artificially removed
I pretend to be staring at something far off
Dialing the brightness up
I’ll get behind something solid
Until everything stops

Mirages and false starts strip away the safe distances
Decoys and spare parts choke the exits and entrances
I can’t make out my shape anymore
If I was right that I could before
When I looked to check the effort it took
To see a real solid thing where I stood

The fake fear will keep me on top of the trouble
The fake peace will seem to stop
Real losses will mount
Where I can’t track or count
On the fake doubt to ease up
I reach a clear stretch I guess, it’s hard to see
I wash off the dirt that covers the damage conveniently

The fake sleep will keep me on ice
The next dream will drop me through
Fake objectivity will keep me artificially removed
I pretend to be staring at something far off
Dialing the brightness up
And get behind something solid
Until everything stops

N. Inhaler

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

With a nutrasweet inhaler
I was talking to the writing on the wall
On the surface of the table
I was writing random numbers I could dial
I hummed a short installer
And I staggered with the debt
I did not care to gamble
But I didn’t know that yet

From the car park to the cooling unit
Up upon the roof
I’d open every door you might have
Stopped at or gone through

With a new 9-volt persuader
I read into the paint job on the wall
With a sheet of thermal paper
And a match I drew a picture of the fog

With a nutrasweet inhaler
You lay sweating clenching up your jaw
I said pass the damn thing over
(pass the damn thing over)
I can’t find you in the eyepiece
(I can’t find you in the eyepiece)
anymore

From the car park to the cooling unit
Up upon the roof
I’d open every door you might have
Stopped at or gone through

With no thought or view of backwards
I was climbing up the wiring in the wall
Though I was lying on the carpet
Curled into a ball
I took a tamperproof container
And I dropped it down the hole
I could still hear the echoes
From out here in the null

From the car park to the cooling unit
Up upon the roof
I’d open every door you might have
Stopped at or gone through

Pretend It's Possible

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Yeah, that’s a thought that always comes too late
Man, I wish I’d thought of that before
Well we’re here already and no time left to wait
(and no time left to wait)
And I got too big to fit back through the door

I clear a space and an hour to shine my cube
(shine my cube, shiny cube, shiny cube)
I got the instructions and tools right to hand
It slips out of my fingers and down the tube
And I’m never gonna find out where it lands

And it’s possible or impossible
(do you think it could)
Depending
(it doesn’t look too good)

With a turned up collar and a hat upon my head
Oh I’m still freezin’ and I’m not even out of bed
Well it don’t bode well for the next general alert
And if I’m still here to be found I’m gonna get hurt

I go casual through the family room
(don’t look now, don’t look now)
Head are nowhere, hands at my side loose
(never seen a thing)
Like I don’t know nothing about the shadows or the moon
(you don’t know a thing about me)
Or what’s gonna happen if I really have to choose
(don’t look now, no don’t look)

And it’s possible or impossible
(do you think it could)
Depending
(it doesn’t look too good)

Yeah, that’s a thought that always comes too late
Man, I wish I’d thought of that before
Well we’re here already and there’s no time left to wait
(no time left to wait)
Then I got too big to fit back through the door
(too late, too late, too big)

Robot Tall

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

In a seaside town down to nothing
I was sleeping in somebody else’s car
But the spare change looked freely
And the drugs were nearby
And the bottom it wasn’t so far

When the robots finally took over
It was all I could do to stay upright
I shook back and forth
And I clenched like a fist
And I stood robot tall in the daylight

Robot tall in the daylight
Like a mechanical man in the sun
Forget all the bad part, that’s over
And the good part has only began

When I finally saw it coming
It was moving too fast to see
I took it in the head
Where the rubber meets the road
And it folded my life around me

I thought of a girl I once dreamt with
Who never did dream me no more
I thought of myself with no dreamin’
And I fit now like never before

Now the cars and the tollbooths are brothers
And the airport’s a family meeting
I just drift on the moving sidewalk
And count up all my heart’s beating

Robot tall in the daylight
A mechanical man in the sun
Forget all the bad part, that’s over
And the good part has only began

Key Chains

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I thought I’d get a cowboy hat
The kind with feathers on it
A briefcase and the kind of wallet
That chains right to your belt loop

I’d stack them all into a pile
And leave for several hours
Then I’d look inside of each of them
To see what had developed

And it was key chains
That looked like bugs
All done up in pink and yellow
Their eyes light up
When you squeeze their sides
To help you find the keyhole

I sat outside in the car
Feeling good and funny
I slouched in the seat and pretended to sleep
With the radio all warm and runny

Everything’s passed down the line
Till it can’t go any further
And the last one there is crushed to death
Beneath the case of key chains

Key chains
That looked like bugs
All done up in pink and yellow
Their eyes light up
When you squeeze their sides
To help you find the keyhole

I dragged myself out into the night
To look for signs of survival
But all I saw was sleight of hand
Or the coffee break in the middle

A line had formed around the block
To fill out applications
I held the form up to the light
And the watermark was a picture
Of

Key chains
That looked like bugs
All done up in pink and yellow
Their eyes light up
When you squeeze their sides
To help you find the keyhole

(instrumental fade)

Avoidance

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

The hammer wants the nail home
The nail just dreams of rust
The dog buried himself safe with the bone
And who could say it’s funny?
I seen it coming from way behind me
And the floating voices go remind me
A different hammer you get you somewhere

I wish I hadn’t come this far
Do in one go, and be gone quickly
The come-ons just make me feel sickly
Jack of trade, my hands all slimy
In the ladder’s shade, bad luck can climb me
(the nail dreams)
A different hammer you get you somewhere
(maybe)
Different nails, different luck
(must have lost track in the midair)
Do in one go, and be gone quickly
(wanna hit it, with a truck)
The come-ons just make me feel sickly
(my hands all slimy)
With a hunch and a pot to piss in
I’d pull the handle and turn up missing
(oh don’t, oh don’t, oh don’t remind me)
(who can say it’s funny?)

Bad Idea

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

I was thinking something wrong
It didn’t match up anywhere
I don’t know where it came from
But it used up all my air

My head swam up and down its face
There were no openings any place
Saw no edges saw no seams
Bigger than my eyes or dreams

I took a hammer and a nail
And a drawing of a jail
And I built myself this box
And set to wait upon the mail

I had an idea that was bad
Not the only one I had
But it was clear and it was dense
It had the gravity of sense

It changed the course of everything
Like a planet you can’t see
And I revolved half around the world
For every time it spun round me

A shadow whispered in my ear
A little murmur all the away
I can kind of hear it now
At this funeral today

(organ solo)

I had an idea that was wrong
It made an outline of the world
Identical down to the dust
That showed the traces of a girl

I don’t what was there before
It just stood open like a fact
And that’s what I took it for
I had no way to put it back

All those sirens and the lights
I don’t suppose they’re here for you
A band of angels showed one night
They’re leaving with me too

Head Holes

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Put your fingers in my head holes
Put your elbows on my arms
With my head upon the headrest
I can’t come to any harm

When the spine-tingling is over
And the afterthoughts are gone
We will drift along the freeway
Not know what exit ramp we’re from

I have dropped the past behind me
Where I got it to begin with
The future needs me to unbind me
From the duct tape I’m wrapped up with

(instrumental)

It’s the crime wave that you dreamed up
That night on the telephone
You lean way back in your desk chair
And watch the world turn upside down

Put your fingers in my head holes
Put your elbows on my arms
With my head upon the head rest
I can’t come to any harm
I can’t come to any harm

Jelly Jelly

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Jelly jelly
stupid thinner than anything thin
stay here stepping on little fingers of your hand
discount cold and windy
bargain knuckles in vegetable cans

a list of economic methods of energy exchange
stall the whole thing with hypnotic garments
and a personal note
in the sick bed
rolling cigarettes get up and out

jelly jelly
flesh and body juices get up and out
hallelujah, I’m a bum
hallelujah bum again
hallelujah, I’m a bum
hallelujah bum again
hallelujah (bum)
hallelujah again
hallelujah (bum)
hallelujah bum again

L-azy

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Baby, baby, baby you were right
Everything at night is free
Lazy, lazy, lazy as I might
Lazy as I might be

Lose the lucky number
Leave the final inch
Talk over the countdown
Nothing that we’ll miss
Doesn’t make me wonder
Doesn’t make me cringe
We go walking hand in hand
You duck and I flinch

Wrongly, partly
The part I understand
But it’s the other hand I need
We clean up slightly
Pay for better plans
Find our favorite street

Lose the lucky number
Leave the final inch
Talk over the countdown
Nothing that we’ll miss
And it doesn’t make wonder
And it doesn’t make me cringe
We go walking hand in hand
You duck and I flinch

Roofing Tar

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

tar tar roofing tar
it’s in my head I won’t get far
the fumes too strong
my thoughts are wrong
can’t climb the stairs
can’t drive my car

blank blank spraygunned blank
the walls the doors
who can I thank?
the mirror’s blind
the stare is mine
on everything reflecting back

sick? so? if I am
I’ll lay right here
until I’m well again
thin thin wire thin
all my bones will meet my skin
lost dreamt lost again
I pretend I see you floating overhead
we exchange greetings fluids
frames of mind
and I’m back
from the dead
and I’m back
from the dead
and I’m back
from the dead
and I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from . . . the . . . dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead
I’m back
from the dead

Now You See It

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Must have been a real situation
Cause the desperate measures came
Equipped for desperation
I tried to sneak away
I might have shifted the blame a little
I suppose the killer’s hand’s my own
But I don’t feel like I can talk myself
Into anything anymore
Like a breath let out in the cold
The shadow circles round my head
I gotta know not to talk to things I know are dead
My shadow points at the night
You know it just wants to go home
Now you see it and now you don’t
What was I supposed to learn
Now you see it and now you don’t
Now you see it and now you don’t

In the blind eye of the east
In the west’s wide gaping mouth
In the blind eye of the east
In the west’s wide gaping mouth
In the blind eye, in the west’s wide
In the blind eye, in the west’s wide
(the west’s wide)
In the blind eye, in the west’s wide
(the west’s wide)

Everybody Is Dead

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

everybody is dead
everybody is dead and buried
everybody is dead
everyone that’s here has gone to Hell
gone to Hell
gone to Hell
everybody has work
everybody has work to do in Hell
everybody has work
everyone’s got work to do in Hell
gone to Hell
gone to Hell
we’ve all got a place
we’ve all got a place to stay in Hell
we have got in that place
everything we’re likely to need in Hell
gone to Hell
gone to Hell
and you can bet we’re ready
and you can bet we’re true
and you can bet we’re steady
and you would probably lose
everybody is dead
everybody is dead and buried
everybody is dead
everyone that’s here has gone to Hell
gone to Hell
gone to Hell

With A Hand Behind My Back

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

With a hand behind my back
And the air full of attack
My fingers crossed into an “x”
And then shuddered into slack

My head afloat above my neck
With each breath it could detect
With all widdershins and wack
Until the next breath drew it back

I know you cannot fight a war
By destroying the past
Because then what’s the future for
I’ll see you when the next is last

(instrumental)

With the space between us far
And full of nothing none the less
I’m just circling the car
Unsure of what is ending next

With a hand behind my back
I turned myself the other way
My fingers crossed into an “x”
And then I threw the “x” away

(instrumental fade)

Nearly Wiped

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

Wipe the sunshine off your face
Gather your make-believe strengths
Through your hands in slippery lengths
Pretend you’ve smuggled in an ace

Count your ducks there in a row
Hang your ghosts on numbered pegs
Forget what I might have said
Don’t make me beg, it’s nearly now

Maybe good as dead already
The sky’s a blanket static-hiss
You can’t blame a dead guy really
For trying to maneuver out of this

Almost get, then empty hand
Who stands, who knows how or when?
Replay the plan once in your head
Start up by itself again

Close your eyes on need to book
Bite your tongue on things not took
You’re gonna wanna change somehow
But never later, it’s nearly now

Maybe good as dead already
The sky’s a blanket static-hiss
You can’t blame a dead guy really
For trying to maneuver out of this

Wipe the sunshine off your face
Gather your make-believe strengths
Through your hands in slippery lengths
Pretend you’ve smuggled in an ace

Maybe good as dead already
The sky’s a blanket static-hiss
You can’t blame a dead guy really
For trying to maneuver out of this

You can’t blame a dead guy really
For trying to maneuver out of this
(instrumental fade)

OPerator's Chair

Written By: William McGuffey Perry

. . . three, four
these are great big things
trashed by little holes
when else you gonna get this simple?
if you already knew it, why’d I repeat it back to you?
I’m prepared at any moment
to throw myself out of the window
should circumstances require it
which I can’t imagine happening
so what
good
is it?
it’s there as a diversion
when else you gonna get this simple?
we’ll postpone our arrival
and we’ll shut down the carnival
sound good?
if you already knew this, just repeat it back to me
just to make sure I’ve got it in the right order
and when we wake up
we will
have
sex
right here in the
OPerator’s Chair
the OPerator’s Chair
the OPerator’s Chair

Discography

Includes the self-recorded LP's:
Flight Risk, No Bond
Draw Your Own Design!
Entire Approx
It Can't Be Nighttime Everywhere

*You can listen to 50 songs at the Sound Click link below*

Actual influences, as well as some music you, too, might enjoy: Bob Dylan, The Fall, The Mekons, Silver Jews, The Clash, The Jazz Butcher, John Cale, Neil Young, Nick Cave, Mott the Hoople, John Prine, Magazine, The Pixies, Robyn Hitchcock, Golden Smog, Pernice Bros., Fatima Mansions, Leon Russell, Microdisney, Elvis Costello, Camper Van Beethoven, Talking Heads, XTC, Bukka White, The Pogues, Screaming Blue Messiahs, Hank Williams, pre-WW2 country blues, and Rockabilly. And of course, the Beatles, Kinks, and Rolling Stones.

Set List

Will tailor selections to each venue, and it’s possible for performance to be entirely acoustic (when desired and appropriate to the space). Typical sets are 45 minutes, with one or two sets. Shorter sets can be limited to 20 minutes, if needed.

Songs may include:
Life During Some Other Time
Horseholed
Catalog
If I Were a Customer
Torn Into Tickets
(I’m So) Bored
Every Crappy Thing
Funeral Birds
Graveful
Black Gel
Low Hill
I Took the #'s From All the Trees
Fake Sleep
Abandoned House
Robot Tall
There, And Evirons
Dodge
Brain'd (Let Me Tell You)
Keychains
Once Per Day/Night
Never Happened
Lose Me In the Light
Pretend It's Possible
Mmedicine
I'm Un-Amused
Hole In the Ground
Bad Idea
With a Hand Behind My Back
Bldg. Mgr.
Awfully Bent Hours
Radio Jimmy
A Thing or 2
Grimmest
Head Holes
Dump It By the Water Tower
Everybody is Dead
Distraction
Sick Car Motif
Roofing Tar
OPerator’s Chair
Republic of Free Antarctica
Craphead
Avoidance
Jelly J