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UNQUENCHED: Music from Baudelaire In A Box, Episode 9

by Theater Oobleck

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1.
Incessantly, the demon fidgets at my side and swims around like an air intangible, I swallow him, and feel him burn my lungs, and I’m filled with a guilty desire Sometimes he takes, la da da, da da da, da dah, Knowing my love of art Sometimes he takes, the form of the most seductive woman And under specious pretexts, Accustoms my lips to the most despicable love potion And in this way, he drives me from the gaze of god, Panting and panting, and broken, by fatigue To the middle, of the plains of ennui Profound and deserted And throws in my face full of confusion, linens soiled by open wounds, and the bleeding apparatus of The Destruction. (c) 2016 Joey Spilberg
2.
Observe! The opulent offended moon, Whom hippies once fawned over much like a God. Observe! The rock-star his back to the crowds Alone in his star-spangled black velvet room. Too much! The ecstatic tripping-machine, A sky-clad parade full of titties & ass Too much! The sensual snakes-in-the-grass & spent-lovers sleep-staring all through the scene Are you still chasing movie-stars all through the night? French-kissing record executives' wives? Living the Dream but the dream isn't life? "O, to be onstage, unknown and invisible Spy your mother ancient and cool, Reflect in her infinity-pool: I might be broken, but I'm real.” (c) 2016 littleheartlittledove
3.
Your eyes clear and mute ask Bizzare lover, where are you at? Be beautiful and shut up. My heart, which all things irk except, the candor of, a primal animal. Lullabying hands invite me, into long slumbers Let us love gently Oh love in his box I know, the weapons in his arsenal…. Crime, horror and folly oh my pale daisy are you not an autumn sun? O my so white O my so cold O Marguerite…. (c) 2016 Annie Higgins
4.
The Voice 04:01
I grew up next to a bookcase — a tall Babel with histories, row upon row The ashes of Greek and Latin — all Mingled. When I was high as a folio I heard two voices speaking. The first said “Be wise; The world is a big delicious cake, my friend! You need an appetite of similar size And if you heed my counsel, your joys will have no end.” The other voice said, “Come travel with me in dreams, Far beyond the range of the possible and known And in it I heard the music of winds and streams Blown from nowhere and into nowhere blown — A phantom cry — a sound to captivate. And I said, “I will, lovely voice!” And from That hour was sealed my disastrous fate Now I always see behind the worldly tedium! The tedium of… Finite semblances, while beyond this zone I see distinctly another world And yet I wear with loathing these mortal toils, as one Dragging serpents round his ankles curled. And from that day, like a prophet of Palestine I love the wilderness — I love the sea I find my joy in harsh, sour wine I smile in sad moments and weep amid gaiety! I take fact for illusion, and with my own eyes Fixed on the heavens, I fall into holes But the Voice says, “Guard your dreams, fool! The wise Have none so beautiful as you.” And the voice consoles! (c) 2016 No Means No Music
5.
The tribe of fortunetellers hit the road yesterday With passion in their eyes to light their way Ravenous children on their backs Feeding from the ever-lactating breasts that sway The men have knives than shine As they walk beside the wagons And they sweep the distant skies And they weep for long-dead dragons The cricket when he sees the travelers pass Amplifies his song, and then the grass Grows more green and lush And the desert starts to flower In honor of their power The men have knives than shine As they walk beside the wagons And they sweep the distant skies And they weep for long-dead dragons With the love the goddess has for them She clears the future's paths for them So they can read the shadows In the landscape of tomorrow They can read the shadows In the landscape of tomorrow The men have knives than shine As they walk beside the wagons And they sweep the distant skies And they weep for long-dead dragons And they can read the shadows In the landscape of tomorrow And they can read the shadows In the landscape of tomorrow (c) 2016 Jeff Dorchen
6.
The Drag 02:41
If your heart is not a total fake Inside it sits a yellow snake Saying all you do is a MISTAKE Just try and make some sexy time With some stone fox, yeah, NEVER MIND The Snake says CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE, MAN Go on make babies, plant some trees Hammer out your poetry The Snake says MEH, WHATEVER, MAN Do what you can Until your final sucking gasp There's no let-up from that FUCKING ASP (c) 2016 Ronnie Kuller and Mickle Maher
7.
Lethe 04:31
Linger next my heart, heartless. Adorable tiger, lazy carcass, Linger there. I'll feast my fingers in your heavy hair And push my face in your skirt And drink your perfume And smell the extinguished bloom of our love that lies dead in the dirt Sleep, I want sleep, not life. In a sleep that knows death's bliss, without remorse I kiss your copper limbs all night And roll in the hole of your bed As my tears vanish in its abyss Oh, your lips are oblivion's pit And the Lethe runs through your kiss And my doom is now my delight Like a martyr who gets excite-ed Waiting for the pain My joy is my chains And To drown my spite I'll be sucking Nepenthe and hemlock from the jutting Tips of your breasts a la carte, Those breasts that guard no heart (c) 2016 Mark Messing and Mickle Maher
8.
I am just a golden schoolboy Floatin through the town Sorceress of my allusion Sweet Havana brown I can smoke and drink til daytime And walk a midnight mile
 When I meet your mystic lips Like drinkin from the Nile Lusty little bonfire bust Huffin up yer funky musk
 Fill my head a smoke jet-black Givin' me a cataract Murder me, Megaera blues 
I ain’t got the hoodoo stuff
 River runnin high, my muse
 You spendin all my trust funds up Glowin pepper berry eyes
 Burnin anaconda thighs
 Making love the blood runs faster I could never be your master Sed non satiata Sed non satiata Sed non satiata Sed non satiata Sed non satiata Sed non satiata Sed non satiata Sed non satiata (c) 2016 sawyersongs (ASCAP)
9.
Causerie 03:07
Autumn night Twilight of roses clear You in your scarlet sky of mirrors Creatures climb Out of the depths of me Glimmering lips of brine Salt of the darkest sea Glittery weeds that seed in time Hunt my heart Bounty of birds and beasts Tendered by Persian paws Rendered by seagulls raw Beautiful bloody faces feast Flung my love Opened my kingdom dome Murderous hungry hogs Shit on the onyx stone Sunk in disease my healthy home Crazy circus eyes like flues Feed to the fire What the rest have refused (c) 2016 sawyersongs (ASCAP)
10.
Once all the scarlet lovers vowed To leave none of their joys unspoken Now look at me, my arms are broken For I had dared to clasp a cloud Farewell to every star but one Gleaming in the deepest skies The only lights my scalded eyes Can see are memories of the sun It all seemed to be mine for the taking The bosom and the heart of space And then an eye of fire–what is this place? Suddenly my wings are breaking By beauty I am burned to dust Never to intone the prayer Christening the inky Nowhere Where I will never lie in rest (c) 2016 Blooms Unbearable
11.
Obsession 02:32
Great old woods, you frighten me Like cathedrals, roar like organs rooms of endless mourning rooms of endless mourning meet the echo of profound I hate you ocean! Your tumult and your motion A bitter laugh, a defeated man full of sobs and insults I hear laughter in the sea… Laughter in it’s enormity How you would please me, oh night without these stars! Whose light speak a known language I seek the void, the black, and the naked I hate you ocean! Your bounding, endless motion A bitter laugh, a defeated man, full of sobs and insults I hear laughter in the sea…. Laughter in it’s enormity I hear laughter in the sea… Laughter in it’s enormity (c) 2016 Annie Higgins
12.
Sad Madrigal 04:07
What do I care if you are wise Be beautiful, be sad it adds charm to your eyes As streams do the valley, as storms flowers revive I love you so much more when joy has fled your life Your heart’s lost in horror, The past clouds your now But I love you when tears are hot as blood on the brow My hands cannot comfort, your pain and cries they soar With pleasure I breathe in your deep and wonderful hymn Every sob from your chest makes your heart Glow brighter and lighter ‘neath the pearls of your eyes I know your heart is full of old loves cast aside That blaze like a stove with all the damneds pride Just as your dreams reflect the flames of Hell And your nightmares they teem with poison knives that fell Loving dust and steel you open the door Mistrusting what you feel the bell tolls once more You will not feel the arms of lovely disgust You are my queen who loves in shuddering thrusts In your darkest hour your soul will sing I am your equal and you are my King Yes I am your equal and you are my King (c) 2016 Queen Anne Music (BMI)
13.
Swarming city, drenched with dreams Ghosts grabbing you in plain day, defiant Mystery coursing through canals and streams Like sap through the veins of an ancient giant One morning I was out walking in the sad streets All the houses were stretched by the gloom Looking like a sunken fleet A set dressed for an actor’s doom A yellow fog flooded around every lamp pole I steeled my nerves and steadied my feet I whispered calmly to my shaky soul While carts rumbled in the cobbled streets Suddenly, an old man whose yellow hue Mimicked the color of the rainy sky I nearly said to him “What can I do--?” But for the menace which narrowed his eyes He stood before me His gaze just sharpening the frosty wind His pointy beard as stiff as a sword Jutting forward like Judas’s chin His mangled back seemed less bent than broken Against his leg it made a perfect crook His walking stick completed the joke Gave him the gait and the awkward look Of a wounded animal Through snow and mud he trampled along His dirty moccasins stamped down the dead Like all creation had done him wrong His doppleganger followed behind him His very double forged in the same hell Two uncanny ancient twins Ambling together towards an unknown goal What evil doings had I happened upon? What mocking demon made what I had just spied? I blinked seven times on this cursed dawn Each time this wicked man had multiplied! You might laugh at my coming unglued Maybe you wouldn’t shiver in my stead But notwithstanding their decrepitude These seven phantoms were eternally undead To have endured an eighth apparition Might be the last thing I would ever do So to escape my demolition I turned my back upon this retinue Exasperated like a drunk seeing double I rushed home and barred my door against the city Body in fever and my mind in trouble Haunted by impossibility My reason vainly tried to take command But visions they would not abandon me So like a mastless ship estranged from the land My soul just danced on a borderless sea! (c) 2016 Blooms Unbearable
14.
Landscape 04:00
I want to write my verses lonely Sleep in the sky like the astrologers do Up near the tolling bells, close to the ceiling Face in my hands watching the eternal skyline And the chimneys, pipes and steeples rise so high Like masts of dark shadow ships floating in the night I wanna see the stars blink through the purple mist And the lamps through windows glowing bright through the darkness Threads of smoke the moon turns silver Springs, summers and autumns pass but the winter drags on My doors and shutters close, I am sheltered I can build my castle by the dim candlelight I wanna dream of blue horizons beyond me now And gardens of weeping waterfalls that spill from the clouds I wanna hear the birds sing from an endless song And all the other childish things I love have come and gone The riot beats at my windows tonight And knocks at my doors but I am lost in the light Of summering springtime with my will I can find The sun in my heart makes the air warm in my mind (c) 2016 Queen Anne Music (BMI)

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Theater Oobleck's second studio album of music from its Baudelaire In A Box song cycle features 14 new songs composed by some of the Chicago indie music scene’s best songwriters including Reid Coker (The Judy Green, Billy Blake and The Vagabonds) Annie Higgins (Weatherman), Angela James, Ronnie Kuller (Mucca Pazza, Tom Musick), Abraham Levitan (Baby Teeth, Nerds On Tour), Mark Messing (Operamatic, Mucca Pazza), and Joey Spilberg (Bad Mashedi) as well as Theater Oobleck’s Jeff Dorchen, Mickle Maher, and Chris Schoen, as well as New Mexico songwriter David Costanza (Lords of Howling, Art of Flying).

"If your heart is not a total fake..."

The music is interpreted and arranged by band that includes James, Kuller, Schoen, and Spilberg, as well as Emmy Bean and T-Roy Martin from Baudelaire In A Box Episode 7: The King Of Rain, and David E. Smith (Mucca Pazza, Expo 76).

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released May 20, 2017

Emmy Bean: Voice, Percussion
Angela James: Voice, Guitar
Ronnie Kuller: Accordion, Piano, Violin, Percussion
T-Roy Martin: Voice, Trombone, Ukulele
Chris Schoen: Voice, Guitar
David E. Smith: Clarinet, Saxophone
Joey Spilberg: Bass

Engineered and mixed by John Szymanski at Maestro-Matic
Mastered by Brooce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Cover art by Dave Buchen
Cover design by Chris Schoen

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