Pilot To Gunner

by Wooden Wives

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COMING DECEMBER 22!

Sean Boyer - guitar, tambourine
Pierre Cormier - bass, handclaps, vocals
Jud Crandall - guitar, saxophone, handclaps, vocals
Luc Gagnon - keys
Alex Keleher - drums, vocals

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released December 22, 2012

All songs written and produced by Wooden Wives, except #2 written by The Small Faces & The Pretty Things, arranged by WW.

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Track Name: Pilot To Gunner
For our company town Port City and all the violations incurred herein...

I said now, pilot to gunner
Have you gone off and forgot all your daughters?
With their cannonball tits at the ready
Betty's armed and steady

And answer sons to your mothers
Who're under the thumb of the running gun bummer
And now she's swallowing your cold steel
Yeah, well how does it feel?

You're like wax paper that is wrapping up dead meat
Going down and down for the feast
And your skin is looking as white as a sheet

You're like a jewel in the summer
With all the little promises a girl'll wanna honour
To a man with a plan for the city
But it's all such a pity

Cuz with a pipe in your pussy
The crude is leaking out of every little nook and cranny
And now a girl can't help but to feel
Like a bit of a heel

You're like wax paper that is wrapping up dead meat
Going down and down for the feast
And your skin is looking as white as a sheet
Yeah, won't you sing me back home with those lips I used to kiss
Baby, suck me back home till I'm gone dry
Track Name: Pock Marks (A Pox On All Yr Houses)
Abandonded cars all laugh like pock marks from a howlin' rain
Scarring sides of eastern highways in our dying days
People can't afford no photons fallin' from the sun
They fall from on high fuellin' fires well before the revolution
Peel the skin off all your children, put them all in jars
Store them underground where all their supple childrens' futures are
The world is just too small for us

I sweat to God I saw a hand reach down and lightning rods all fell
Prostrate before the powerhead that tears the Earth straight through to hell
And far beyond the reach of eyes are clouds of thousands of knives
And black horizons loom in wait to swallow up a rotting sky
The world is just to small for us now