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Wendigo

by Wooden Lucy

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1.
MOLASSES 07:08
Call it a fever, when it hits you gonna sweat. I push it uphill, but it rolls back down again. Heat in the summer, dying leaves in the fall. Sure as the seasons do change, he’ll have a reason to call. Swung my machete. And the sugarcane fell. Heaven from heavy, but the dry heaves hurt like hell. Hell if I’m finished, I’ve barely caught my second wind. Wind up to drop all these troubles and you strike my determined hand when you tell me to, “Lay yourself down on this, so I can see you and fill your cracks.” Mystery, can’t explain, just like a tomahawk to the brain. Drip like a hive. Drip like a hive. I sold my left hand to the angel come last night. Said I was right to, but he left at first light. Light from light cometh, shadows shadows beget. But I’m still assured we shall gather wherever that black oil command (when you do you say) “Lay yourself down on this, so I can see you and fill your cracks.” Mystery, can’t explain, just like a tomahawk to the brain. Drip like a hive. Drip like a hive.
2.
Jackie Babylon at the 편의점with no makeup on. She’s the fever dream of every아저씨. From here to Calvary you are the only one. She got the red color lipstick. She talking lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. But I’m a sucker for the bad bitch. She talking ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. Now Jackie Babylon spent her paycheck on candy cigarettes. Deli counter is where she made her kids. The moon was fire ants but all she wants to do is dance. She got the red color lipstick. She talking lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. But I’m a sucker for the bad bitch. She talking ya, ya, ya, ya, ya ya. It’s that story that you know too well. So well. It’s that story that you know too well. So well. She got the red color lipstick. She talking lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. But I’m a sucker for the bad bitch. She talking ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya.
3.
itmoia 06:55
Take a little when you’re feeling overwhelmed. Or drink a glass to clear your mind. Flowers of the field will quit their openings, just to let you know that you are mine. Tiny metal key chains stuck to an opening settle at the corner of your tooth. Or did I hear a ringing in the house we share? Freedom has a frightful way with youth. Do you ever get bored living all by yourself? Do you pick up the phone when the neighbors aren’t home? Do you ever feel like you’ve lost your way when you’re far from home and the road signs say to turn back if you want to try and find seven years in the past that we’ve left behind. I’ve since thought of you as a kind of friend even though I’ve been quiet and on the mend. Now we’re older and grown up and turning wise, turning back for a moment to memorize. Do you ever get bored living all by yourself? Do you pick up the phone when the neighbors aren’t home?
4.
Wendigo 03:10
I got a bad feeling in my chest: wickedness, til you cut me down. And hand to God I do confess, I’m a mess. And hard to be around. Now I can’t stop contemplating how you threw me away. Pick me up, put me down, turnover. Pariah like Cain. Model house moderate wife and kids. Queen of L.A. Who’s the one you love with all your heart? Who did you say? And it’s a damn shame what they did to the kids. But you must admit. That you’d gone just a little too far in your car, down the road again. Now I can’t stop contemplating how you threw me away. Pick me up, put me down, turnover. Pariah like Cain. Model house moderate wife and kids. Queen of L.A. Who’s the one you love with all your heart? Who do you say?
5.
Wooden Lucy 05:40
In a bathroom, in a motel downtown. Body dangling seven inches from the ground. With no memory of the girl she was before. ‘Cept the name that’s scrawled in scarlet ‘cross the door. She lingers by the door. Wooden Lucy with a grudge. And her hands all caked in crimson. I fear it’s just begun. She is salt life and to salt she shall return. Gown a’blowing apparition all her own. Cautious bachelors do avoid her if you can, lest you find that you have become less than man. She lingers by the door. Wooden Lucy with a grudge. And her hands all caked in crimson. I fear it’s just begun. She bore to me a son.
6.
Hail Sumatra! Blood and sand. Woke up in the middle of the desert with a pyramid in her hand. Grab your pistol, say your prayers. Gonna take more than a hail Mary if you ever wanna make it there. From the backseat, I heard a sound. Might’ve been just a candle in the wind, then again it might’ve been a town. Gates of emerald, spires of green. “Nevermind,” she said, “never make my bed in a den of thieves.” She wants a kiss on the neck. It feels like heaven touch. Velvet, perfume, and white gold. I’ll send you postcards from home. She hold my hands in her hands. The bed it fills up with sand. My heart, my hand, and my world. I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.
7.
Humidity drips from your fingers like a thousand vines in bloom. And when you speak it’s like my head can’t keep from turning, I’m your fool. I find myself continually content to be upon your chain. Cause if you’re holding then you’re looking and not turned the other way. That’s when the mommas said, “I can’t hardly stand it to see you beg like a hound. Get yourself back up boy, and get your feet on the ground.” For every Samson a Delilah wanna kiss and cut my hair. And if I don’t my stones cry out in boredom up and down the scale. Inheritance or pair of tits I can’t remember and why I came. Cause if you’re holding then you’re looking and not turned the other way. That’s when the mommas said, “I can’t hardly stand it to see you beg like a hound. Get yourself back up boy, and get your feet on the ground.” Holy Roman Empire’s fallen black iron prison, Canis major pale pink laser, never ended. Her arrival, early riser, my revival.
8.
Take a little when you’re feeling overwhelmed. Or drink a glass to clear your mind. Flowers of the field will quit their openings, just to let you know that you are mine. Tiny metal key chains stuck to an opening settle at the corner of your tooth. Or did I hear a ringing in the house we share? Freedom has a frightful way with youth. Do you ever get bored living all by yourself? Do you pick up the phone when the neighbors aren’t home? Do you ever feel like you’ve lost your way when you’re far from home and the road signs say to turn back if you want to try and find seven years in the past that we’ve left behind. I’ve since thought of you as a kind of friend even though I’ve been quiet and on the mend. Now we’re older and grown up and turning wise, turning back for a moment to memorize. Do you ever get bored living all by yourself? Do you pick up the phone when the neighbors aren’t home?
9.
I got a bad feeling in my chest: wickedness, til you cut me down. And hand to God I do confess, I’m a mess. And hard to be around. Now I can’t stop contemplating how you threw me away. Pick me up, put me down, turnover. Pariah like Cain. Model house moderate wife and kids. Queen of L.A. Who’s the one you love with all your heart? Who did you say? And it’s a damn shame what they did to the kids. But you must admit. That you’d gone just a little too far in your car, down the road again. Now I can’t stop contemplating how you threw me away. Pick me up, put me down, turnover. Pariah like Cain. Model house moderate wife and kids. Queen of L.A. Who’s the one you love with all your heart? Who do you say?
10.
Jackie Babylon at the 편의점with no makeup on. She’s the fever dream of every아저씨. From here to Calvary you are the only one. She got the red color lipstick. She talking lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. But I’m a sucker for the bad bitch. She talking ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. Now Jackie Babylon spent her paycheck on candy cigarettes. Deli counter is where she made her kids. The moon was fire ants but all she wants to do is dance. She got the red color lipstick. She talking lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. But I’m a sucker for the bad bitch. She talking ya, ya, ya, ya, ya ya. It’s that story that you know too well. So well. It’s that story that you know too well. So well. She got the red color lipstick. She talking lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. But I’m a sucker for the bad bitch. She talking ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya.

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Fuzzy waves and wooly beats will remind you of the authority of analog rock music. Think saturated riffs with lyrics that tend toward the mythic. It’s the blues, dyed black.

----Thanks----

Wooden Lucy would like to thank Kirk and Jeff at the Thunderhorse studios for their patience and support, the talented Loris Quintana who designed our logo and Doroteja Bogovac for the cover artwork. Thanks to the community of bars and musicians in Korea who strive to keep things alive. Last but not least, thanks to all of you guys who ever came to our live shows. We are blessed to have you. Rock on!!

Thierry - I dedicate this album to Franck. Thanks to Cameron,Tim, Alex, Todd, Guillaume and Al for this incredible journey. Much love to Yeseul, Manu, Vincent, François, JK, Alexandra, Mika, Jerôme, Théo, JP, Jackie, Sam and all my friends and family.

Al - I’m proud to have completed this album with such distinguished musicians. You all dismiss my doubts. Here’s to a hundred more.


Special thanks to the following squad members:
The Enterprise Studios - engineering - thenorthwestenterprise.com
Thunderhorse Studios - facebook.com/pages/Thunderhorse-Studios/1721065978136416/
Loris Quintana - www.instagram.com/loris_quintana/
Doroteja Bogovac - cover art - xxkitsune.deviantart.com

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released October 8, 2017

WOODEN LUCY - WENDIGO
All songs written and performed by Wooden Lucy.
Principal recording by Kirk Kwon and Jeff Moses at the Thunderhorse Studios.
Live acoustic songs recorded for Soundcheck, TBS eFM 101.3.
Mixing, mastering, and additional engineering by Cameron Newell.
Visual art by Doroteja Bogovac and Thierry Berno

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Wooden Lucy Seoul, South Korea

From the pit, they are Wooden Lucy.

Fuzzy waves and wooly beats will remind you of the authority of analog rock music.

Think saturated riffs with lyrics that tend toward the mythic. It’s the blues, dyed black. Amplifiers pushed to the point of break up with a little breathing room in between.

A Seoul based 4 piece rock band with members hailing from France, Australia, and the U.S.
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