Mascara Mandrill

by Psychic Seizures

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Tarantula 04:27
If I could I would erase The day I met the spiders-she Im in too deep im in too hard She made a feast of me Life-expectancy is a joke to me For whatever I do all I want is Sweet Angie I can see the point and know You’re right I don’t agree But when I picture women All I see is sweet Angie Life-expectancy is a joke to me A fly who want to live, Should avoid the spider-she Angie would you wait for me Angie I can’t fathom what you see Angie Pay your dues or go to hell Throw them down the wishing well The spiders are what spiders do Do you know what I mean? I think you know what I mean? But do you know what I mean? I think you know what I mean? But do you know what I mean??? Angie would you wait for me Angie I can’t fathom what you see Angie
3.
Penitentiary 05:09
Uh yeah can you hear them talk Very loud how they are killing my good mood Talk of blizzards and the freak wave And the hurricane Talk about that toxic rain Uh yeah the hour is late Give me shelter wherever you see fit I’ve got to get off the street you see For those who will remain Is gonna drown from toxic rain Just take me to your Penitentiary Im willing to go anywhere with thee Drugs won’t work although you overdose The time you burn runs faster than you know Uh yeah can you hear them talk Very loud how they are killing my good mood Talk of blizzards and the freak wave Another the hurricane What about that toxic rain And if I ever make it out alive I will be pledging my allegiance to the man But if the cow jumps over the moon Then could you spare me the pain Of being drowned in toxic rain Then take me to your Penitentiary Im willing to go anywhere with thee Drugs won’t work although you overdose The time you burn runs faster than you know The truth will be heard, when those who bite their tongue Come clean with themselves and tag along It’s coming down hard, you’re prayer are in vain For the name of the game explained is toxic rain
4.
Sovereign, sovereign Choke me with the choke-chain Sovereign, Sovereign Choke me with the choke-chain I know I can’t escape, Sovereign Sovereign, Sovereign Let me feel the steel-cane Sovereign, Sovereign Hit me with the steel-cane And if I don’t obey thou lady fair I Know that there will be murder in the air And so I smile And so I get by But know, I know the score My will is not my own anymore
5.
Behold the beacon shines ahead To guide the shipwrecks forth instead of sinking into nothingness and dread So this is what I thought would be equivalent to infinity But all it really is, is borrowed time A wall of rain is rising up ahead A wall of rain will wash away the dirt There is a wall of rain across the world They killed God, my daddy’s is gone Shipwrecks burning up at dawn Drag them all across a treacherous sea And I know that its getting close I’ve heard it said, and I suppose A safety-net is nothing but borrowed time A wall of rain is rising up ahead A wall of rain will wash away the dirt A wall of rain will separate the herd A wall rain is rising from within There is a wall of rain closing in
6.
Little apple fell, far from the tree Fell far from the trunk, as far as can be Got the monkey high on speed And there is gonna be an accident indeed I think you ought to play it fair. I Know you dont care Talk too much to be true I despise you All you say is a means To an end unforeseen All you ever do A seedy plan To hide the fact you are a tiny man So apple fall, fall from the tree Roll on down to the big city Apple is different from before Poor rotten apple, rotten to the core And the monkey is so distressed And now the whole damn kitchen is a mess I think you ought to play it fair. I Know you dont care Talk too much to be true I despise you All you say is a means To an end unforeseen You can run like hell Just understand I know that, you are a guilty man
7.
Surely never quite so alive Satisfied and sleep-deprived Time is ticking, the clock are running late The world is pretty, im no longer afraid Of people pushing themselves into a pulp Try to forget that they can’t cope With the terror of the ticking time The time that slipping, is the time which is mine I found out today Im damaged im in dismay Never coming back again Watch your days going down the drain You should know The mascara mandrill And the bipolar baboon They are my special friends With whom I spend the afternoon I found out today Im damaged im in dismay Never coming back again Watch your days going down the drain You should know
8.
And he will make the crippled walk like giants He will teach the blind man to see He reveal the villains and the demons And make the fire walk across the sea Oh set it up And all the world unfolds Behold a vast explosion Of all you can build but not control And he will let laughter roll through cities Populated by the hanging heads Take the pain out of the junkies And let them be strung-out on love instead Oh set it up And all the world unfolds Behold a vast explosion Of all you can build but not control

about

This album combines 1990s lo-fi sound with a strong streak of 1960s psychedelia. Melodic tunes with introspective lyrics, bastardised by the psychotic sound of a fuzzbox of brutality. Enjoy!

This record is written and recorded throughout the year of 2017 in Berlin.
I made the record because writing and recording music is my idea of a good time, and because next to nothing else can sooth my soul.

The seeds of this record were sown in the late fall of 2016. 
 
Frustrated by another failed attempt at putting together a live band to be able to perform my songs, troubled by severe anxiety, tired of feeling like a “sell-out soul” just punching the clock, and generally frustrated with my place in the world and other grown-up-problems, I decided to start playing.  
For you have to keep your brainchild alive to remain sane as a grown-up.   
I played and played and played, until I finally realised that the brainchild had outgrown its cradle and was ready for a life of its own. 
 
So be good to this brainchild of mine, cause I’ve grown very fond and proud of it.  

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released May 15, 2018

All music and lyrics: Mads Jorgensen

Mads Jorgensen: All guitars, Bass, Drums, Harmonium, Mouth-organ, Tambourine, Feedback-sound, Vocal.

Maria Sabine Kjaer: Vocal (Track 8)

Mixing: Tamar Weiss

Mastering: Analogcut Mastering

Duplication: Tapedub

Illustration: Bea Davis

Inner-sleeve photo: Vicky De Bruyne

Cover-layout: Dennis Bettels

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Berlin-based Mads Jorgensen makes melodic garage/psych-rock with lo-fi tendencies.

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