Women Sing Williams, Songs of David E. Williams in the Female Voice

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    For over 30 years, David E. Williams has delighted and disturbed a worldwide audience with his demented chamber pop across seven full length albums.

    From the surgical theatre to the barnyard, he has written songs of forbidden love and compulsory violence, of relationships that sour in in the dreary day to day, and of love fulfilled only in death and the grief of dead lovers. In other words: the true songs of our shared humanity across all boundaries.

    Now, dark music royalty such as Tara Vanflower, Gitane Demone and Scout Pare-Phillips recreate these curiously empathetic songs in a manner never heard before. From goth disco to ethnic folk to musique concrete', this is a David E. Williams release unlike any other, yet each track asserts itself as a newer, better ultimate version. It's as if each song was somehow always intended to sound this way.

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    Side A -
    Casa Ukrania Done Gone Gomorrah!
    Scout Pare-Phillips Someday I Will Live My Life as a Horse
    Porta Vittoria The Curious Pediatrician
    Awen Teddy Bear Laser Speculum
    Andie Moor A Patch of Fog in Purgatory. A Piano and a Cocktail Murderess Summer Wasn’t Made for You and Me
    Tara Vanflower Relentless and Unrelenting

    Side B -
    Apibus Sandra Lindsey
    Radio Eris Stench Number Seven
    Bjarkan Haiku, Interrupted
    Jessica Way and Nathaniel Ritter Fishheads and Olives
    Gitane Demone Quartet I Have Forgotten How to Love You
    Jennifer Lydon Kill Yourself in Cape May


    All tracks conceived and manifested between June 2017 and February 2018.
    Words and Music by David E. Williams

    Mastered for Vinyl by James Plotkin, February 2018

    Sleeve Design by Tesco Jane

    Front Cover Art is an illustration by Killburn & Mallory from the book Salt Water Bubbles; or, Life on the Wave by Hawser Martingale, published in 1854. Image scanned from page 229 of an original copy of the book and edited for this release by Tesco Jane. Use of the image was inspired by a post on Judith Schaechter’s facebook page.

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Daddy donned a cravat and a cape and a wig and hunched in a Dracula pose but what frightened us more than his Vampyrie were the booger men flying out of his nose. And mommy put a Jack-O-Lantern on the lid of her iron lung; the plastic fangs we gave her interfered with her breathing but she wore them anyway to satisfy her young. And sister was an angel from heaven out on loan halo, painted foil on a ring of styrofoam. When Mommy told her Jesus didn't love her anymore she left a scarlet puddle of sorrow on the floor. And I won't be killed by memories of nights I bled and mounted. Everyday another egg whose cracks I haven't counted. And my heart is another tumor and my sister is in Hell and a new god spoke to me today and the meat is starting to smell.
2.
Someday I will live my life as a horse no marriage or divorce just a bed of hay that doubles as a place to play or a meal or the basis of a meal like lettuce in a salad. Someday I will live my life as a stone not a man of styrofoam. Smaller pebbles and the dirt will be my only friends. In the weeds we will ponder greater deeds. We will prove that granite bleeds. I went outside looking for air. There was no air to be found. I had a wad of gum in my hair fading from pink to brown. Someday I will end my life as a corpse with a smile on, of course having lived a life that radiates through lives not lived as well no clothes on me in the casket they will call it the naked funeral.
3.
The toys in the playroom are covered with hair. The boys and girls from oncology were in there. But here's a clean dolly for your girlish needs as you frolic to slumber intravenously. Father, Doctor, Plumber, Priest! Surgery, the sweetest intimacy. Oh, abdomen of love that I sew shut round the rogue appendage snug in clutch. I'm the operator in the operating room, only me and you and the coldness I bring to the warmth of the inside of you, to the mouth of the angel that lives in you. And every night I dream of a blissful eternity amid sterility and sterling cutlery.
4.
Oh, Renee, don't be afraid. I'm a doctor, but I'm also your auntie. And the Teddy Bear goes deep inside to find your pain with his robot eye. Mommy's brought you in three times in this month alone. Have a lollipop while I see just what's been done now. Oh, Lord, the things I find in there: bottle caps and a Popsicle stick. . . Maybe I should tell someone. . . make a report or something. But you're my brother's daughter.
5.
It's a patch of fog in purgatory. It's the tired epilogue of a tragic story. It's the afterward and the denoument. It's the index and the codex and the coup de grace. I was fenestrated that's right, thrown into a window up from the street and into a mouth with someone else's teeth. It's the Sandy Claws of the Easter Fairy. It's an ice cream cone that falls in a cemetery. It's c'est La Vie and c'est La Guerre. Es lebe Deutschland and God bless Amer. They devoured him like food inside of a toy. Spirits atrophy for the daddy of this house who's mother of his own catastrophe
6.
Summer wasn’t made for you and me with its screaming children and the heat’s obscenity and all the stupid palefaces from town ridiculously fashionably brown. Was summer made for them? Well, yes, maybe but summer wasn’t made for you and me. We’ll winter by the Baltic. Wait and see. ‘Cos summer wasn’t made — let’s go and find some shade — summer wasn’t made for you and me.
7.
Well, it's not quite tabula rasa when the worst of elements remain relentless and unrelenting but Fate forgave. And the sun it shines unfiltered into the eye of a wounded bird. He couldn't quite fulfill her. He got what he deserved. "Hello, my name is George Sanders. I write you from the finest house in the Village of the Damned an obsequy from history from the day I let it swallow me: I am leaving you to your worries in this sweet cesspool." Another proletarian folly my fallopians hit the fan my economy collapsing under the greed of the union man. In the diary of dairyman the Heifer's greatest lie: the one attaching cowardice to the virtue of suicide.
8.
Sandra Lindsey, where are you going with that gallon of gasoline? Put it down now, pet the dog and drink a cup of Ovaltine. Father's diddling while his nasty apotheosizes pederasty sodomizing all who gather on his mattress of cadavers. Brother's painting semi-bastard postcards of airship disasters. Mother, snacking on the sofa swallows wholly half a loaf of bread. Auntie's soaking knickers gather the treacheries of an aging bladder. Uncles not worth confiscating slide into her sewer grating. Nephew's nibbling on a portion of his girlfriend's last abortion: "No scrotum of my son will be a cathedral for maggot, mealworm or boweevil." Sanda Lindsey, where are you going with that gallon of gasoline? Put it down now, melt the dog and drink a cup of stelazine Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey oh my sweet Gethsemane! Your face creeps into my consciousness like a death in the family... Sandra Lindsey, where are you going with that gallon of gasoline? Put it down now, pet the dog and drink a cup of Ovaltine. Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey in a dream I baptize thee: "Sad of all the dark and dripping, sweating, bleeding, kissing..." Sandra Lindsey, where are you going? Are you coming back to me? Scars are glowing, sacs are growing, Catholicity porcine! Sandra Lindsey, Sandra Lindsey sullen pouty brothel dream. Roses and a Swastika... Happy Birthday to me! And when all's said and done consider me the tongue on which your monthly murdered ova bleed.
9.
Gerald was twelve when he first fell in love she was a girl very much the same age. Pretty and lean and skinny and clean by every pretty-lean-skinny-clean gauge. They had a pretend wedding with a pretend veil in a derelict Episcopal church. Gerald's brother Mary played the pretend priest when he grew up he became a real priest. But Gerald was twenty when he first made love was in a dingy Phillipine ghetto. He was on liberty from everything but the bulge in the pants of his Navy dress clothes. "If you're lookin' for a thing, I can sell you a thing," said a midget who was into selling sin. Gerald paid a buck and got in line to get into the room of a girl with no limbs. And Gerald was twenty when he found out that love was something that he knew long ago. He told the whore she was half of a girl he once knew and she said, "Yeah, Gerald, I know." They had had a pretend wedding with a pretend veil in a derelict Episcopal church but now he was a sailor and she an amputee prostitute who somewhat resembled a kidney.
10.
I saw the balloon crash, killing all inside of it. You were not amused. Thanks for the help and the health the wealthy, the wise in the well. Drink fall asleep fall asleep. Sleep fill a drink fill my drink… This film looks familiar to me. James Mason walks into the sea. I saw the balloon crash, killing all inside of it. You were not amused.
11.
Judith, my love, now as we part temporarily, so you say I'm hoping we'll be one again someday and it's the closest thing I've ever known to faith. Fish Heads and Olives for me and a big brown bear for you Fish heads and Olives for me and a big brown bear for you... God, I never wanted to have to get over you. God, I never wanted... I always thought that you would take me to old age. I guess you did in a way but I was only thirty...
12.
I Have Forgotten How to Love You I Have Forgotten How to Love You I Have Forgotten How to Love You I Have Forgotten How to Love You A squirrel walked into the mower. Alright, I put him in there if truth be told. But I was young and gay in a terrible time. To my mind, still, my most heinous crime is that I Have Forgotten How to Love You and reason for going on is gone, gone. Pilate resigns with a sign of the cross. You can't fly an airplane on chocolate sauce. There was a bear a holy terror in your room. When I shot him I discovered he was my brother in a bear costume. So much for me as the Iron Man a warrior soul made of marzipan The memories of those better years are shining brightly through my tears. I Have Forgotten How to Love You. I can't remember how. Dismember, disembowel me now.
13.
Pack up the bullets and the PPK for a trip to old Cape May. This cancer's gonna kill you anyway and don't you wanna see the sea first? Swim with the gun to that sunken ship. If the current's fine, no worry. They built the thing of dumb cement to keep the Germans out of New Jersey. Some won't believe that ship is there. Some won't believe I wrote this bedside in your chemo bay as you died way horribly. You died way horribly. Yeah, you died way horribly. I watched and could do nothing as you died way horribly.

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For over 30 years, David E. Williams has delighted and disturbed a worldwide audience with his demented chamber pop across seven full length albums.

From the surgical theatre to the barnyard, he has written songs of forbidden love and compulsory violence, of relationships that sour in the dreary day to day, and of love fulfilled only in death and the grief of dead lovers. In other words: the true songs of our shared humanity across all boundaries.

Now, dark music royalty such as Tara Vanflower, Gitane Demone and Scout Pare-Phillips recreate these curiously empathetic songs in a manner never heard before. From goth disco to ethnic folk to musique concrete', this is a David E. Williams release unlike any other, yet each track asserts itself as a newer, better ultimate version. It's as if each song was somehow always intended to sound this way.

Enjoy these gifts.

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released June 11, 2018

All tracks conceived and manifested between June 2017 and February 2018.
Words and Music by David E. Williams

Mastered for Vinyl by James Plotkin, February 2018

Sleeve Design by Tesco Jane

Front Cover Art is an illustration by Killburn & Mallory from the book Salt Water Bubbles; or, Life on the Wave by Hawser Martingale, published in 1854. Image scanned from page 229 of an original copy of the book and edited for this release by Tesco Jane. Use of the image was inspired by a post on Judith Schaechter’s facebook page.

PROMO VIDEO CREATED BY Jim Ether:
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DAVID E. WILLIAMS has released numerous recordings of his demented chamber pop for close to 3 decades, but he has also collaborated with other artists, such as Rozz Williams (Christian Death), Deathpile, Jerome Deppe, Naevus, Thomas Nola and Andrew King. He is also a fulltime member of The Muskets and Destroying Angel. ... more

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