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Apes Uneasy listening at its purest, rawest form. See them live for the ultimate uneasy experience. I have nothing but love for this band and it's members..like nothing I've ever heard and probably will ever hear again. Favorite track: No Such Thing.
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1.
Vision 05:08
Vision: Walking down a wide solitary road alone with the heartbeat bumping through white buds to the electronic mainframe of my phone. The Use is for me to tell you I saw us alone and unforgiven. Caught in the grips of the monster stumbling sick with blurred out vision we were sitting on opposite banks of the same dirty river completely unaware that the other one existed. You were surrounded by the tools of oblivion oblivious to me and the sins I was committing in the hopes to find freedom from the insidious decisions that had me imprisoned. The river lined with dirty needles and dead fish that once were swimming to the end of the line you cast out and drew in in an attempt to begin to forget the pain as it singed off any last remnants of the illusion of security. This is a dirty dream reminiscent of the Lower East Side’s dirty scenes caught in a dungeon you knew not of me as I continued to bleed out on bathroom floors all over the Zoo-York came and put a cork in my brain containing the disturbing realizations that caused me to remain insane. I held on to the only name that could stave the pain like a slave I refrained from challenging my master, my heroine. My life seemed to all to be such a disaster as I laid out paranoid and plastered across bathroom stalls with your name engrained in black ink I had no idea what would become of the pain until today. As I walked home alone along that wide solitary road to my home in New Jersey where I roamed long enough to find you. We were side by side and never knew. Across a dirty strung out river we waited like forgotten mental patients in a psych ward we wasted days away breaking into shame to stay a part of the game yet always knowing we were different. This purgatory delivered us to a life that at times still is bitter like the acid rain but this vision showed me the light: we are finally forgiven. And when it hit, I started to cry I broke down on the side of that wide solitary road as the electronic metal boxes continued to go past I sat in the sun and I knew in that moment it was all because: Nothing lasts forever This is pain and this is pleasure This moment is only now, only now and only forever. Love always and forever, your only once and only never.
2.
No Such Thing Do you remember that time that we went down to the riverside and you pulled my hair to the side so that you could look directly into my eyes? It was as if time stopped. It was just one moment – it was all that we got before the pain of reality sunk back in and your eyes sunk back in to your skin the flesh: it was drawn tight across the bones with all the memories you would fight of the way that things were sinking in and we were giving in to the needle pinprick sinking in to the skin thick with all the scars reminiscent of the unforgiven sins we would commit. We had to forgive ourselves but we just couldn’t win we were sinners sunk like battleships far beyond the last dinner. We hadn’t eaten in days, weeks, hours: it was uncertain which way we would devour all the games that we would play just to pretend to feel something. We had to pretend just to feel something We were slaves. Slaves to a way of being we gave in to the life We surrendered to the knife in the form of a tiny metal spike it just felt so right the way that our feeble hearts would beat in our chest we were together but always apart from the start. We sat on the same pieces of plywood on the same concrete floor And we would cry. Why? Why would they do this to us? Never stopping to think that it wasn’t they that was doing this to us It was us that was on the brink. No one held the keys to our freedom but us it was the cold steel that would become freeing as we went numb. It was us that was imprisoned. We willingly entered the abandoned concrete cell and pushed aside all those who tried to drag us from this hell we climbed the broken pieces drowning further in abyss. And we smiled as the cold steel kissed our bloody lips while the rats and the lice danced in delight laughing, while we died by candlelight. I looked at you night after night by the flickering flame whittled down It was just $1 for 3 candles but they were our lifeline to something other than the darkness We lived like rats in the darkness: even the albino rats in the corner were brighter than the whites of our eyes. Your skin it was grey with your suicide turned homicide Cyanide kills quicker than the drops of blood dripping down my thighs. It was a murder scene every time, I looked into your eyes, I remembered being down by that riverside, I fantasized, about you pulling my hair to the side, so that you could look directly into my eyes. It was as if time stopped. But every time I looked into my eyes It was nothing but beady dark black bullets looking back at me down the barrel of a gun I was looking down the barrel of a plastic gun I loaded it up and stuck it in because I don’t believe the son of God was killed for my sins and there is no such fucking thing as redemption. As the rains came, the bones rose from the window pane we watched as though puppets of the grand parade were stripped of their earthly clothes. The spirits gathered round dancing in a spectacular mockery of the way we were romancing with something we could not understand see our sins washed away by the blood of Mary’s little lamb. One, two, three, turn four load it up you little whore who you are you will be no more we’ll dance and play you to the graveyard door. One, two, three, turn four load it up you little whore who you are you will be no more we’ll dance and play you to the graveyard door. When you sit by candlelight for months on end you will know that for some there is no such fucking thing as redemption. All of my friends are dead.
3.
Bubblegum 08:46
I’ll pluck out your eyes and make a pie cross-stitch in your thighs with blood-soaked thread I’ll rip it out and climb inside. Tiny ions of death will make their nest under your flesh while you obsess on my unhappiness. With tears of blood, I mourn the souls of those who love the human being that I once was. A cackle, a laugh Don’t dare to look back He-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-haaack off the heads of the pure, just for fun. I’ll slit the wrists of everyone I ever loved and chain them together by their veins and tether their tendons to a tender hearted lass just born I will render her soft skull a soccer ball for the undone. And if you think I’m ill, well my dear, just wait until you’ve had your turn at falling in love. What will become of these feelings inside? They will rot and fester in your corpse you will die alone: under the floor is where I will store your bones. You can try to haunt me inside but the beast disguised as me is not what you think you see never again will I be potentially, human. (I don’t even know what that means!) It feels so long ago now that I once knew how to feel I knew how to show you what I thought was real I opened my ribcage like a cracked Thanksgiving turkey And you shoved your hand up inside my warm crevice giving thanks for your undeserving reaching for my most delicate organs You said that you would protect me and care for me with all those words that you gave me but instead You took what you could and you threw me into a pot of boiling water. You made soup out of me and fed it to everyone on your Facebook feed they were so hungry for the bloody red meat of me they ate me up like insanity I was a victim to your vanity I sat in front of my vanity plucking the hairs out from in between my thighs because I wanted you to go down and climb inside But I was just a child. I was just a child: an unpicked fruit in the garden of Eden you saw me and you thought I was ripe for the eating you looked for the knowledge of my innocence but you were in a sense so evil you couldn’t get it anyways. But you still ate And you ate And you ate And you ate licking my bones clean like a graveyard mutt mangey and crawling with fleas you ran around while I crawled on my knees I was digging for something crying Lord please, Help me. But all I found was worms, maggots, and lice as my fingernails began to bleed I felt so unclean. And the blood it dripped down from my veins I was draining like a cadaver in some kind of laboratory they were draining me for some kind of scientific experimentation they needed information on the infestation that you had left inside of me. It was a disease never before seen They didn’t even have a name for it. I call it greed. My only crime was believing in my need for you hungry for the flesh off your bones. You taught me to bleed.
4.
Stay 06:06
Stay Stay -- with me, I need: you, please. I’m lost, without the words to say. Stay – with me, Stay, with me. Stay. You don’t know what you do: Stay. I’m walking, through our room shattered -- by pieces of you, floating remnants reminiscent of the times we went, to lie, side by side stepping in time, I tried to deny, but my lines still can’t hide: the atrocious unwinding of your mind. I sit, unphased, and I hate it: how things have changed. I knew I’d miss you: so deranged. I couldn’t wait alone the dial tone mocks -- persistent, from your damn phone. Stay, with me. I’m eating myself (piece by piece) from a shell of your skull I carved for years (in darkness) after eating you whole. Your death, my only regret was the moment that you went I never wanted it to end but if I had another chance I swear I’d do it. All over. Again. Stay. With me. I need you, please. I’m lost, without the words…

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01 Vision
02 No Such Thing
03 Bubblegum
04 Stay

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released April 22, 2016

Audrey Rose: Lyrics, Vocals, Keys
Justin Humphrey: Guitar, Bass
Jack Leary: Drums, Bass

Album Art: Audrey Rose & Justin
Production: Jack

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The Wichts New Brunswick, New Jersey

The Wichts combines the story-telling of vocalist, keyboardist, and poet, Audrey Rose, with Justin Humphrey's dark electric guitar, and Jack Leary's innovative rhythms. The music rises and swells with the emotional tone of the lyrics as Audrey invites the audience to look directly into her eyes during her most vulnerable breakdowns. ... more

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