We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Beware of Cheap Imitations

by Sotto Voce

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Lacrimimosa 02:36
Defiled, debased, debunked, and depraved D plus for Mr. and Ms. Behave We're given to love and all the above And when you're defeated, you're really you We're afraid to love; afraid to trust And when we're defeated, we're really us
2.
This just in: Best New Music from mom "It's lovely, but why does it have to sound so sad?" PopMatters, do I matter to you? Give it a chance, my subjects are romance and zipper blues 7.8, that's your fate Good, bad, and ugly Yearn for the moment when someone asks to hear the deep cuts These are all the deep cuts Consequence of Sound, I'm hanging around Noisey, enjoy me Strong 4 to a light 5 Pitchfork, I've arrived
3.
We've always known Sucret suture For surgery Can you be so sure? It's often said Cage and Arquette Bring out their dead How are you and the one you're into? You'd like to make love to She'd love to make like to you too And on it goes Freewheel across time Ask how to feel Feel just fine It's often said Dafoe and Keitel Tempt Christ on my watch I'll never tell How are you and the one you're into? You'd like to make love to She'd love to make like to you too
4.
Goodbye to the big C According to recent scans And hell, that reminds me You might not S-W-I-M That's you might not "swim," maybe Maybe just up to your shins, maybe Useless trips to Ithaca and Syracuse There's no such thing as Oneonta blues Picked up a book colored blue and pink Said, "She dies at the end and what comes before stinks" We're 44 miles and change from Dover Have you read Walker Percy's The Moviegoer? What's this got to do with getting laid? The code's in Morse and the painting is Kinkade Well, everybody's talking about the new DH But he's still Jim Thome to me
5.
Wrote a note to S. Claus, my apologies Dreamt of orange groves and tall-ass palm trees Steal the teacher's answer key Tropic of Key Largo, where the breeze blows Plead the case, consider dual ideologies In love with your professor of psychology Quit the high school's tennis team 'Cause you forgot your racket, your members-only jacket
6.
Took to killing ants with a magnifying glass A beam from that ball of gas melted a thorax I'm destroying weekly and you're obliged to know Intentions meant to forebode Tripping on a blade of grass face first into morning She's fast asleep, I'm barely yawning I'm destroying weekly and you're obliged to know Intentions meant to forebode
7.
1, 2, 3, 4 Keep my digits close, call my phone, and call it a hunch Your paint-smeared smock looks as if René Magritte lost his lunch Now let's say, Tuesday - what are your plans? If you keep me on a short leash, I understand I'll do all your chores, if you'll have me (for a moment) Tried my luck at a love tester, it claimed I was a clam So I exited that Fuddruckers not giving half a damn It's alluring, the ignoring, to feel you reject So keep me short leashed, I know what to expect I'll do all your chores, if you'll have me (for a moment)
8.
Set the treadmill on to 'slow' Counter's stained with hot cocoa Edge of town's vernacular Sitting in the back, you were Lazy by the summer, columbine l'hiver Burden of Fort Sumner, never mine to bear Now it's cold and commensurate Celibate, too CC the teeth and CEO, 'cause we know Getting used to nine to five Morning to midnight, dead to alive Tackle box epicurean Still you forgot the lure again Lazy by the summer, columbine l'hiver Burden of Fort Sumner, never mine to bear Now it's cold and commensurate Celibate, too CC the teeth and CEO, 'cause we know You'll never get away from this or me
9.
Never been a pretty crier, so I hope the news is good soon You can nip this bullshit with a capital B right in the bud Acumen that I admire, they made a permanent northpaw out of you I hope this is up your avenue or in your ballpark Worry's in my line of country and naturally the reason we're crepuscular Bats that never rest And it explains why We move through the night softly And about the house quietly Doc, please give me A reason not to cope with leaving When I'm there, I swear, I'll take A Moveable Feast out east Try to see what's in it that you had to've seen Go back to my youth, prior to strife, we turn on NatGeo We see old women, once little girls, and the perils of Chinese feet binding What's the gown done to you? Doc, give this man a second to breathe I heard over the phone unease And it explains why We move through the night softly And about the house quietly Doc, please give me A reason not to cope with leaving We move through the night softly And about the house quietly Doc, please give me A reason not to think he's leaving
10.
Gram G 03:09
Trenchfoot entrenched in soot Inhaled the stench of the sewer Dilly dally deconstruct Casualties, there could've been fewer And nuance ate my homework Subsequently threw it back up Betty tries for a wall twerk Fallen and can't get up Heartbreak in absentia Posthumous joie de vivre Hip break, come on, who sent ya? Your name's not on the guest list, so leave And nuance ate my homework Subsequently threw it back up Betty tries for a wall twerk Fallen and can't get up
11.
No Peeking 03:18
Busy tooth on the fritz, oh goodness My mood ring reads black, it's as black as death If you can dream it, you can damn it to hell If you're a resident of heaven, it's just as well Here are all the rules: You snooze, you lose Blacktop's safe And above all, no peeking The other team builds a fort of snow Be a good sport and accept the advice you haven't been seeking Asthma attack due to the miasma In this town, we donate plasma Coach holds up, or rather, wields a bag; a duffle bag Syllabus week, silly, buy you a drink Here are all the rules: You snooze, you lose Blacktop's safe And above all, no peeking The other team builds a fort of snow Be a good sport and accept the advice you haven't been seeking
12.

about

"Now I can rest in peace. After all, walking the Earth as a living corpse is probably in rather questionable taste. Do come and visit any time. And remember, always read the small print before you buy. And beware of cheap imitations. Bye bye, my dear." - Geraldine McEwan in Not Without My Handbag, 1993

When I was much younger, I would accompany my father and the basketball team he coached to away-games at various schools in their division. Instead of watching the games, I would spend most of the time exploring the hallways of these unfamiliar schools. I'll never forget the instance of seeing a mural painted on a wall bearing a depiction of the Homestead Strike. A man lay long dead on the ground with his entrails spilling out of his guts next to a painted sign of protest that read, "Down with the Pinkerton scabs!" I felt the way any child does when they see something on television that's exceeding of their maturity level, except this wasn't television. This was something that hundreds of high schoolers passed by on the way to their lockers everyday. As if school isn't hard enough as it is...

Anyways, that's the story behind the last song. The rest have words; read into them as you wish. One million thanks to Peter and Tyler for working their mastering magic on this one and Blake for capturing my decent side. Thank you so much, SVies. The next one is already in the works.

credits

released December 2, 2016

written, recorded, and mixed by Ryan Gabos
mastered by Peter Vilardi and Tyler Stark
photography by Blake Brown

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Sotto Voce Brooklyn, New York

contact / help

Contact Sotto Voce

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

Sotto Voce recommends:

If you like Sotto Voce, you may also like: