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Word Gets Around

from Memorial Gore by The Qualia

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Every day he pauses at the door,
Pulls his coat and mittens from the drawer,
Slides each one on with purpose,
Suddenly he gets too nervous,
Falls down, and hangs on to the floor.

Soup cans piled up against the wall,
Endlessly waiting for that call:
An inquiry from a publication,
Offering full compensation,
But no one’s interested at all.

It’s just a matter of time before he’s finally found -
He doesn’t know what he’ll do when word gets around.

Loneliness is a small price to pay.
He calls an escort service twice a day.
Each time takes half an hour,
Afterwards, a scalding shower.
He hardly has energy to pray.

Typewriter set-up in the den,
Working on manuscripts ‘til ten.
He keeps a bottle handy –
Half a page for half a brandy,
Until he passes out again.

It’s just a matter of time before he’s finally found –
He doesn’t know what he’ll do when word gets around.

At night he dreams about a cloud,
From which he’s preaching to a crowd.
Each move he makes amazes.
They’re screaming out his praises.
He only wakes up when it gets too loud.

It’s just a matter of time before he’s finally found –
He doesn’t know what he’ll do when word gets around.

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from Memorial Gore, released June 14, 2011

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The Qualia New York

The music of New York-based The Qualia speaks to the heart as much as to the head. Reflecting the passionate and analytical personalities of Lars Casteen, Rossen Nedelchev, Matt Raymond, and Will McCutcheon, the group’s music combines a wry humor and dancefloor sensibility with lyrical depth and jangle to create their own brand of modern new wave music. ... more

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