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Banana Peel Slips on Itself

by David E. Williams

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    Williams' 8th full length release once again finds him croaking through subjects no one else will sing about. It's not just the usual taboos, though he excels at them as a "foreskin melts like butter." There is also a singular elevation of the patently absurd: an empathetic human foot, a chiropractor who housecalls by helicopter, a clambake at the end of the world.

    As usual, many listeners will just say "Why?" while a loyal minority will recognize each of these tunes as the one thing they've waited for their entire lives. Musically, David's notorious sense of infectious melody flows through, whether supported by overlapping arpeggiators, overwrought orchestration or even his occasional OG piano plodding.

    His krankenschwester quackadoodle coughalong tradition of novelty numbers continues as well, with the spirited singalong "Marquis De Sade was a Sadist." Does Margaret Sanger really live in Heaven? Find out here.

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1.
I have walked a million miles in your shoes but only because you directed me too. Inadequacy lingers toes are not fingers. Strangled in socks! I am a foot. Meet me at the end of your leg. Meet me where your soul meets the floor stompin’ on a hardboiled egg. Dead skin cells and sweat no friend of fungus, I Can’t breathe! Can’t breathe! And in the coffin I’m the only part of you that they can’t see can’t see. I have balked a billion biles in your blues.
2.
Marquis de Sade was a sadist. Mohammed Ali was “the Greatest.” And rumors say that LBJ gave meetings from a toilet every day. And Hitler was a heavy hitter who had a friend named Himmler. Peter Rose broke his nose. Now he doesn’t smell so well. Martin Luther lived on a diet of worms through a sieve. Badoglio and Mussolini Mussels Marinara and Harry Houdini. It’s always five o’clock somewhere and midnight somewhere else. A single thousand legger devours a triple amputee within hours. And Edith Stein was very stern. In Auschwitz did her body burn. Sister Teresa Benedicta found herself in quite a predicta… meant for you and me… You wait and see! Marquis de Sade was a sadist. Marquis de Sade was a sadist. And Georges Bataille boiled eggs with his eye. He enjoyed them most with thanatoast.
3.
The first is urine. I splash it on my face to consecrate my failure. The second is petrol. I pour it on my hair to ignite. The third is champagne a chalice shared by my enemies. “The chalice is poisoned! The chalice is poisoned!” I watch the fallow fellows falling forward.
4.
Margaret Sanger died while dreaming things we take for granted: her bold abortuaries in every corner of the planet. Murder factories for modest means and even smaller for children of three inches with no need for growing taller. Then Margaret Sanger went to hell. Of course, found no reward there. Her scalded flesh in salty baths fell off til she was bone bare. Molloch makes a meal of those who do his work most gladly. Margaret Sanger sacrificed so many gleefully or had she? May our Lord have mercy have mercy on Margaret Sanger. “There is a way out.” Margaret Sanger was redeemed and shown by God the way home. She fought through demon hordes with giant forceps made of her bone. Finally, she came to Limbo where reported live the souls of every boy and girl who’s ever been aborted. She marched her children out of Limbo, passed through Purgatory. And lives eternally with all of them in Heaven’s glory. Margaret Sanger Lives in Heaven.
5.
An oyster caught chlamydia in Eastern Cambodia. A dog with a cold tried to blow his own nose but he failed. Goose ends, loose ends a feather fleet of poultry setting sail. I’m a loaf of bread and I’m dreaming of toaster heaven. A bird in the morning tweets words of warning then puts on a crab hat with claws and red satin as the veil. Goes out crab hattin’ in Lower Manhattan fine crab-hattin’ in Staten Island too. The oceans are boiling. You can tell by the smell that the planet isn’t well. The best Chilean sea bass is cookin’ in the South Chilean Sea. Let’s board a plane and fly to a delicious place to die: the clambake at the end of the world.
6.
Sun cracks through black cotton like knuckles through finger skin. Hairs in ears, hairs in noses everywhere it grows is like mold on bread and I think I’m toast.
7.
I foster a chicken inside. Ma deserted. Papa died. My ribcage is fine but not so my spine and I’ve got an appointment at nine. Chiropractor arrives by helicopter. First as tragedy, then as tragedy.
8.
Those who feel unworthy of love are taken aback when they get too much. It’s alien, like heroin entering the veins of an addict gone clean. Have you ever seen one when they’re found? When they die before their body hits the ground? Outpour of outrage and the vain simulacra sanctimony’s pyre of phony fire. No lives matter… duh. “Gooble, gobble, one of us.” Ciphers in ledgers add up to nothing. Those who feel unworthy of love are taken aback when they get too much. It’s alien, like heroin entering the veins of an addict gone clean. Have you ever seen one when they’re found? Needle in the arm but still wearing a frown.
9.
I dreamed I caught a cold from a woman in a dream. A very bad cold with fevered aspiration. I dreamed I went to hospital in an ambulance of nightmares.
10.
I may be a rat but you are the sinking ship and it’s better to be a rat than to be a sinking ship. Flu virus floating in the water supply and it’s killing everyone over 55. On deck afternoons at 3 for snacks and a mass burial at sea. Hindenburg was full of hot air demanding everybody call him “Herr” in flight transatlantic smashed in flames into the Titanic. Lusitania down, down. Everybody drown, drown. Wilhelm Gustloff, run from town steal an umbrella from lost and found.
11.
Pets will eat their owners. Give ‘em a chance! Skull is but a bone under pink flesh. (Or brown or yellow all equal in a dog’s eye) I pray my dog outlives me. Can’t bear to bury another. And then my dog will eat me my foreskin melts like butter. Owl in a bowl the ghost of banquet future malevolently generous in her rodent gorge.
12.
One Meatball 02:48
13.
Lou Gehrig 05:22
(excerpted and re-arranged from Mr. Gehrig’s speech, Yankee Stadium, July 4, 1939) When you have a mother-in-law who sides with you in squabbles that’s something, that’s something. In ballparks for 17 years never received anything but kindness. Look at these grand men! Builder of baseball’s greatest empire, Ed Barrow; wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins. Sure, I’m lucky. Might have been a bad break. But I’ve got an awful lot an awful lot to live for. You’ve been reading about the bad break I got. But today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
14.
A sad hat a somber sombrero a cripple’s cap but it covers my hair, oh, these pitiful pants are just simpering slacks over socks yearning for shoes. On the sad snout of a dog who’s ill-humored sat a dead fly who succumbed to a rumor that a spider lived inside of the cat. Now they’ve all gone out the window.

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Williams' 8th full length release once again finds him croaking through subjects no one else will sing about. It's not just the usual taboos, though he excels at them as a "foreskin melts like butter." There is also a singular elevation of the patently absurd: an empathetic human foot, a chiropractor who housecalls by helicopter, a clambake at the end of the world.

As usual, many listeners will just say "Why?" while a loyal minority will recognize each of these tunes as the one thing they've waited for their entire lives. Musically, David's notorious sense of infectious melody flows through, whether supported by overlapping arpeggiators, overwrought orchestration or even his occasional OG piano plodding.

His krankenschwester quackadoodle coughalong tradition of novelty numbers continues as well, with the spirited singalong "Marquis De Sade was a Sadist." Does Margaret Sanger really live in Heaven? Find out here.

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released June 21, 2020

Composed, Performed and Recorded by
David E. Williams
at home in Fishtown, Philadelphia. USA
Spring 2019 thru Winter 2020

with Erin Martz, electric guitar on "Marquis DeSade Was a Sadist"

and Jerome Deppe, lead vocal on "One Meatball"

and all due acknowledgment to Oliver Hardy, Stan Laurel, Hal Roach, Brother Theodore, George Martin Lane, Josh White, Hy Zaret, Lou Singer and Lou Gehrig.

Mastered by James Plotkin

Package Designed by Adrina Hansen

Front Cover Painting by Jim Ether, Commissioned Exclusively for this Release.

Grazie to Rodolfo Protti and Tesco Jane

All Songs Copyright David E. Williams 2020

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David E. Williams Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

DAVID E. WILLIAMS has released 9 albums of demented chamber pop over 3 decades, but he has also collaborated with many other artists, including Rozz Williams (Christian Death) and Deathpile (on the classic GR). He was a fulltime member of The Muskets and Destroying Angel, as well as the subject of two tribute albums, THE APPEAL OF DISCARDED ORTHODOXY and WOMEN SING WILLIAMS. ... more

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