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Endless Caresses

by David Webb's Burning Bush

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1.
Give Up (prelude) 00:57
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(instrumental)
2.
The Chip 03:57
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LYRICS: I’ve always felt the eyes on my back Learned to go to sleep when the voices try to chat And hustle every day to keep them off my track Don’t you mind me I’m really happy; I just get pissy Bout the bittiest things Make my ears start to ring But somehow I still do my thing Watch me as I do my thing Just shut the fuck up for a second! I’m TRYNA do it!!! Oh! It sits on my shoulder You can’t watch a movie cause you’re watchin the chip You can’t put on your clothes cause you’re puttin on chip When other dudes come atcha talking their shit You can’t talk back cause you’re talking chip The chip… The chip… Something’s inside of me… Friday we match I’m baited on every word as you reel in the catch I’m lookin atcha with them pups Wanna feel your touch Take me! Locks, fronds of seagreen hair Hang me upon the dot-dot-dots in the air Drunken tumble signal trouble Heatin up in here If I wasn’t spinnin I’d see that stare That stare that says you don’t need me Contradicts the mood that I’m feeling So I close my eyes and start to sing And the voice comes out of me Screaming “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE” Before I open my eyes you’ve left me alone here with this thing Oh! It sits on my shoulder You can’t watch a movie cause you’re watchin the chip You can’t put on your clothes cause you’re puttin on chip When other dudes come atcha talking their shit You can’t talk back cause you’re talking chip The chip… The chip… I’ve seen my head almost pop Only to deflate, only to deflate
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Colorado 01:52
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LYRICS: Whoa, you stole the cheese right off of my cracker Got me up ’n’ at’n’ the wrong joints, drinkin… And dilly dally til the morning Keep on jukin and slackin, drive, jam, and yackin Babble brook’in bourbon You’d think I was a virgin... Don’t steal a v’s cheese! Honey, we should check this We’d see we’re both being reckless Colorado’s calling You can’t climb those mountains if you’re falling On fire! Every inch of that porch scene Sizzled like bacon I am bacon for you Oh fuck Colorado! I can’t stop thinking about you… About you, about you, about you Honey, we should check this We’d see we’re both being reckless Colorado’s calling You can’t climb those mountains if you’re falling
4.
A Good One 01:21
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LYRICS: Someone passin out PBR Pass out, wake up, and drive their car D Webb’s bush makes him look like a star “I get it from my ma” Let’s talk about the government Let’s talk about our fucked up friends Sip our brew while we draw connections “Please hand me mine” D WEBB YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ON MARS So glad we talk bout real things So glad we all got real brains Remember that Floyd tune that goes like: “Doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo” --That’s a good one!
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Cry (Like a Pig) 02:10
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LYRICS: Pull up at the show Now I’m crying [heavy breathing] I look like a pig when I cry [heavy breathing] AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!
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Victorious 03:51
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LYRICS: I remember jumpin on the bed Trippin on my blanket cape, I hit my head Lovin mommy pulled me up and said ”…“ …uuuhh… …I forgot what she said Adolescence on me cast a spell For a slogan “all is love” I fell, I fell Hop in car my daddy bought; I’m chill Drive to etch my head upon the hills I’ll drive in circles for tail Paul sang sweet things Sweet things to me And in that moment there stood we, victorious And it felt fine, flyin two v’s, victorious You could spend your whole life tryin to be victorious I got friends I pay to weigh the skunk I get funky too often and contract the junk But I got gas to burn I’m on the run Ain’t gon stop until it’s in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh I pray to Bowie He lights the Sun And my guitar’s gonna make me victorious No Maddox girl gonna shake the victorious And that’s why I’m always gonna be victorious I got a degree in jazz And I can move my hands real fast Play guitar / grab my junk : a conflation Art is everything to me I’m comfortable when dressed in pink Accentuate my sexual frustration Both my head and heart are big And both my ears are filled with dicks They tell me Ima be victorious All my friends are charming And my fam’s a fuckin army If your ass ain’t alarmed then you’re dumb
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Hungry Fox 05:47
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LYRICS: You call me daddy-o I call you red hot mama Neither one of us usually talks like that But when we come together Normal talking seems so stupid I never liked it anyway--normal talking, normal thinking, normal acting Kinda makes me feel like Ima have to take a cruise down snowy roads Hope I don’t crash and hit my head on the dash Hit you up to see if you’re awake and if you wanna hang You say the roads are dangerous but Ima come out anyway Cause I’m a casualty of normalcy And I don’t wanna be your object of affection But I like it when you call me “babe” That’s the way my brain works. You think that I’m a jerk? Then don’t retract your claws; rip me up whenever we go… King Cannibal Sitting in the den The wet, purring fox snarls Hungry for the flesh of A long lost lover I think we got the kind The kind of teamwork to make the mountains look like nipples We’ll speed up to the top, slide down on dribble, floating like fantasy Then crash into a strange bed You stare blankly at me like I’m ham Set fork back by your plate You’re vegetarian I go on for hours bout the bands that I sing in Oblivious as you pull the stitching of my seams As I come undone a curl lands by your head Twisting like your ex did when you kissed her in bed When the movie plays, and you arrive at the final scene The TV eats the tape and spits the film out in a stream of ribboning stupidity Flowing from my mouth It’s a lot to throw out the window whenever we go… King Cannibal Sitting in the den The wet, purring fox snarls Hungry for the flesh of A long lost lover I can tell that you don’t give a shit about my music or my hair And it’s about to make me scream I’ve been tryna game this whole night and I played by the book I bought your drink; you heard me sing I acted sweet and cooked And when you say good night and wave bye My heart bleeds from needles pinning it to broken records on repeat And it’s building the noise in my head into a scream Scream - like a man inside a box Scream - bleeding heart and chafed cock Scream - your eyes are locked with a ravenous animal
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Fuckboy 04:58
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LYRICS: I’ve seen them come and go in my day Ran the guns, I ran them all, I ran them off I learned to peer through the haze Abyssal gazing I’ll take footholds in any zone Only one, need only one to feel at home Sing hymns for you when I’m alone And drive my neighbors crazy There’s something poetic about smoke From my hands curl ribbons like dancing folk He makes me feel like what I’ve sewn Could blossom Sittin and ramblin til 4am He gives a look but I’m fumbling for the meaning Up off the couch, he says that he’s layin down Invites me into the scene but I’m leavin Ride like the wind and when I die in a spin I’ll write a pop song called “Fuckboy” Soon as it drops Ima debut at the top of all the dudes you forgot in the morning Fuck... I’m a fuckboy
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Give Up 02:40
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LYRICS: Give up. Give up. Give up. Give up Give up. Give up. Give up. Give up Give up love. Give up music. Give up guitar. Give up happiness Give up fulfillment. Give up sex. Give up love. Give up music You’ve been in the game Playin just the same for damn near all of your life Picked up on the rules, rushed out for the tools Put away the “why” to save time Guzzle down your beers Talkin in your ear, I’m the chip And I know all of your fears I’m tellin ya now Been tellin you for years When you call it sweet tooth, oh, everything - everything - is White sugar fallin from my hands Fallin from my hands like sand I eat to keep Cavity burrows deeper They put it in my hands And called it wonderful It’s all I see Dust in the wind Ab, Abb, Ab, bb, Gb C, C, C, C Db and a Gb
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RAAAAAAAAAAANG 07:18
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LYRICS: So much in this world so bad Peace of mind I never had And no one, no one wants to help me Help me cause I’m broken They’re all broken too What can we do? What can we do? What can we do? I can’t listen The Stones are misogynists How can I keep pumpin fists and be the catalyst? That noise… When it rang, rang, rang, rang, rang, rang It rang People’s legs are on fire from exploding iPhone lithium And she wants, she wants to restore legs - legs to humanity God damn that big thief I hope that scientists think simple language sweet Tell me my language sweet Help me think I am sweet Am I sweet? You’ll stumble, fumble on the ground Tryna pull up from binary weeds the catalyst That girl… When she rang, rang, rang, rang, rang, rang She rang That boy that sang I hear him raaaaaaaaaaang “Hungry fox” - I see that boy projecting Deconstruction needs a catalyst Look in a black mirror In my face I see the void I ask to myself “Little boy…” “…a catalyst for what?” For dismantling the bullshit, babe For dismantling the bullshit, babe Dismantle the bullshit! Little boy… Made of little pieces… Specs on my ceiling arranged by eye into faces always sad and fucked up… I am the bullshit!!! Pull me apart Pull me from all of my places Pull me too hard Pull me until I am faceless Pull me til there are no traces Just space I want to live in the spaces I want to live in the spaces I want to live in the spaces I want to finish this song… Why won’t my ears stop ringing? Sunbeams, skylines pink Oh! They all draw dicks on the paper! My mind is tellin me something… I’m getting feelings from all that’s revealing I can not name it, but I’m still gonna claim it Some prick might throw a fit, but I won’t give no shits ‘Cause last night I met a boy And he… Oooh! He wants to show me how to do the soft wind! I said, “When can we begin???” He said, “Come on over!” “I’m at the door, won’tcha come let me in?”
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Slip Em On, Cut a Rug 04:01
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LYRICS: Let’s get sushi It’s my birthday Karaoke It’s my birthday I forgot to make plans, but, hey..! Been tryna play that game Lookin for the cheese Aww, for shame, for shame Boy, they’re ain’t no time to waste Take a hit of you straight to the face Im a little red tonight Chica-bawm-bawm A bloke’s chokin! It’s a new day We should dance the dance We’re gonna jump outa this box or burn it down We are a match in hot pants Let’s dawn this new day Turn the hourglass sands We can hold hands Two BETCHES in hot pants I wish you would crawl up into my arms I promise I will inflict minimal harm I just paid half of my rent on these digs, babe Felt dumb but did it anyway Why don’t you and I slip em on and cut a rug at the bar? Let’s get sushi It’s my birthday Karaoke It’s my birthday I forgot to make plans, but, HEY We don’t need itineraries We’re a perfect pair, baby I wish you would crawl up into my arms I promise I will inflict minimal harm I just paid half of my rent on these digs, babe So I could look at you and say Why don’t you and I slip em on and cut a rug at the bar? I’ve been drinkin coffee Feelin kinda weird And not the cool kind, but the weird kind That keeps weird the dirty word it is The chip got my mouth fizzin We’re so well acquainted from the time we spent laughin awkward Every time we felt fingers inchin towards the bomb Possibly ending everything Then a turn of events coined phrases of great affection from the chip to me And that’s why we are lovers LOVE Birds out back window under billowing tufts of grey patched across blue endlessness Become the manifest heartsong of a burning bush bright with happiness It’s a new day We should dance the dance We’re gonna jump outa this box or burn it down We are a match in hot pants Let’s dawn this new day, boy Turn the hourglass sands, boy We can hold hands, boy Two BETCHES in hot pants I wish you would crawl up into my arms I promise I will inflict minimal harm I just outed myself buying these digs, babe Nothin left to lose, so hey Why don’t you and I slip em on and cut a rug at the bar? We don’t need itineraries We’re a perfect pair, baby
12.
Sleep 02:21
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LYRICS: I felt it biting I felt it in my sleep I don’t wanna sleep I don’t wanna sleep I wanna be conscious of you holding me
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Endless Caresses 04:24
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LYRICS: You aren’t always polite And you don’t always need to be You are the reason that I’m writing You spoke up and saved me from me It’s been a long day And when you invited me into your place You reminded me that our days Our days are not endless I felt it biting I felt it in my sleep I don’t wanna sleep I wanna be conscious of you holding me I wanna feel your skin brush me like the soft wind of the black night Cause the night is ours The night’s the time for endless caresses We have no words to describe it Things without words are hard to see In that way speech is divine And you are divine when you speak You have a problem being quiet You look too good to be unseen You are the reason I’m writing You spoke up and saved me from me You are the shining dust scientists discuss on tv That’s in all of us You’re the shining dust Blown by cosmic gusts That push us Into fumbling, tumbling, endless caresses Endless, endless...

about

Endless Caresses is about finding love in action, finding knowledge in experiences, and finding power and momentum in ritual. It’s about art and language as instruments that can heal or hurt, illuminate or cloud. It’s about the construction and deconstruction of a fuckboy. It’s about finding myself through the help of others. It’s about casting out demons. It’s about falling in love, of course lol. It’s about blasting through space and time in perpetual collision, or endless caresses, with everything.

Functionally, the album is a means of naming, knowing, and feeling viscerally myself, my demons and my love. It uses the power of music and words to illuminate these things and their surroundings, showing a path forward for the good while frying the bad in the spotlight. This isn’t music that’s meant to be taken solely for its aesthetic; it’s music to be wielded in a personal and societal battle against misogyny and for consciousness, love and freedom.

SONGS / STORYLINE

-PART 1-
A sadboy is introduced; we’ll call them Pink Trash. They pursue love with subtle desperation, and drink heavily to satiate their desire for excitement in what feels like a meaningless life. Plus, they’re a musician, so being lonely and drunk feels on brand—a classic artist image that could be capitalized on either artistically or romantically. This thought feels somewhat contrived to Pink, not to mention nefarious, but their whole life they’ve looked up to people who’ve more or less done the same, so it doesn’t contradict too heavily with their loose sense of morality and self. Over time they manifest artistic works of strange affect… A chip on their shoulder appears. Swirling voices in their head grow louder, and their composure unravels at unexpected moments, seemingly unprovoked. They feel a crisis of identity bubbling up inside them.
1. Give Up (prelude)
2. The Chip
3. Colorado
4. A Good One
5. Cry (Like a Pig)

-PART 2-
Pink Trash clambers for their sanity by doubling down in their pursuits of music, love, and substance abuse, which have always made them feel like a true artist. They craft a song of victory for their reinvigorated false confidence as an “artsy” white man, nurturing the spirit of selfish opportunism planted in them at a young age by a culture of white supremacist patriarchal capitalism. This spirit calls itself King Cannibal and grows more powerful in Pink’s belligerence. It projects itself onto Pink’s surroundings so that Pink sees what the cannibal wants them to and acts accordingly, unknowingly carrying out a ritual of transformation into a ravenous animal, incapable of anything but consuming. Pink becomes aware of the change when the unexpected affection of a boy triggers foresight into Pink’s future death as a forgotten fuckboy. From a separate timeline, Pink’s future self reveals that they are the chip on Pink’s shoulder, one of the inner voices that has been nagging at them all these years, and that if Pink wants a way out of their perpetual confusion and failure, they’ll have to give up many of the things they’ve founded their identity upon. Pink struggles to accept that their crisis could be rooted in their own behaviors which spell out a continual capitulation to an oppressive society.
6. Victorious
7. Hungry Fox
8. Fuckboy
9. Give Up

-PART 3-
Pink Trash’s ears ring with cognitive dissonance as they seek to dismantle their construction, a fractured identity to be pulled apart, revealing what lies beneath—secrets about Pink that even they do not understand. These uncovered truths galvanize Pink, imploring them to call the boy whose affection triggered the visions that spurred Pink to action. The boy and Pink meet again and fall in love. Feeling reborn, Pink pursues their newfound love and happiness with reckless enthusiasm, trading the security of their former life for the joy of a new one. The daylight hours become prelude to the nights Pink and the boy spend together, dancing until they’re forced to rest, resigning to each other’s embrace. One night as they lie in each other’s arms, the boy whispers to Pink, “I don’t wanna sleep; I wanna be conscious of you holding me.” The words reverberate in Pink’s mind with a simple yet powerful profundity. They ask their self, “Was I asleep all this time, trapped in a dream world consisting of lies I internalized? Was the biting I felt in my sleep just the nightmare manifestation of an external wake up call? In my unconsciousness I’ve been caught in what felt like perpetual collision with myself and my surroundings, but now it feels different… is it because I’m awake?” Pink’s mind swirls with questions, their possible answers and the further inquisition they demand, all wrapping around Pink in constriction, until Pink wakes up in the arms of the boy still sleeping peacefully. Pink does not fully understand what they just experienced, but recalls the boy’s words from the night before. Again shaken by their power, Pink gets out of bed, grabs their guitar, and begins writing a new song. They call it “Endless Caresses”.
10. RAAAAAAAAAAANG
11. Slip Em On, Cut a Rug
12. Sleep
13. Endless Caresses

credits

released November 22, 2019

David Webb - guitar/vocals
Paul Seguna - drums
Jack Willard - bass

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Henry Pack at Buzzkill Studios
Produced by David Webb and Henry Pack
Artwork by George Habeib (@athenazbae7)

All lyrics written by David Webb, except "Sleep" and "Endless Caresses" written by David Webb and Thomas Tran.
All music written by David Webb, Paul Seguna and Jack Willard.

Brought to you by FRVR Recordings.

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David Webb’s Burning Bush is a Knoxville-based rock act characterized by its use of innovative yet powerful musicianship and lyricism to queer the popular pitch. Always going both ways, the Bush blends noise, funk, jazz and punk into pop songs played with rock and roll energy, delivering a performance so wildly eloquent you’ll question what it means to be civilized. ... more

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