Dybbuk

by Buffo's Wake

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1.
Mutantgraft 03:13
Mutantgraft Throw me a request for sorrow and I’ll sing of a story as gory as bloody can be, of a love with a delicate and violent beauty, regaled through several tales from the gutter to the sea In a squalid and decrepit estate at the the end of town I’ve been watching as you pupate for 2 weeks now in the daylight your the colour that my shadow moves around In this twilight I’m your clown They’ll sneer ‘he dug up the past’ They’ll jeer ‘he opened old wounds’ They hate what what the don’t understand But love pantomime villains so…………… Take me, take me, take me, take me to the cemetery We’ll buckle up our backs whilst unravelling our fronts Show me whats inside, I’ll make you feel alive But first my friend has got to Jump Lovers digging up the past Lovers opening old wounds Love hurts when it doesn’t last but we’ll be chained together soon Unafraid, paraded, spayed and laid out on the ground I’ve been waiting as you ripen for 3 weeks now The cherubs cue and crouch on stones to wipe you from my brow We are where we belong now So if I take you, take you, take you, take you in the cemetery Will you shower me and cleanse me in the water of your swamp Your mother and your brother and your pa will surely kill me But first our friend has got to jump Lovers digging up the past Lovers opening old wounds Love hurts when it doesn’t but well be chained together soon The Hell between your thighs is a heaven once denied But first our friend has got to jump Lovers digging up the past Lovers opening old wounds Love hurts when it doesn’t but well be chained together soon
2.
Kochanie 04:34
Kochanie This hunger, this hunger at best is only starving But at worst, just like a thirst its slurping every thought in my day Both under and overwhelming and all consuming This itch just will not quit until the devil is getting his way Then creeps in the fear and guilt like shadows dancing round nightfall Never aging like a fine wine, I’m just getting sentimental A million sinking different nightmares and each one is existential Still I wont let it go When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home It doesn’t take a hundred Hawkins and an Einstein to see A wretched and decrepit dirty little glitch like me Hides inside the lies and lives behind the shattered dreams and violent fantasies Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something This fire, this fire conspires to only burn me I’m conflicted and addicted to crusty clicks in a neglected old rooms Tails I’m still tired, heads I’m still being haunted Either way half of this day is over before the charade resumed Loves a marathon not a sprint but I run to things that come to me easy Not leave me, leave me, leave me out of breath I’ll pretend they’ll never offend or condescend, challenge or judge or betray me Oh what a pretty little death When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home It wouldn’t take a couple of Kafkas or a Dali to know That I’m a sycophant on crutches till I crawl to bed a cockroach With exoskeleton and pheromones in toe, and then we’re good to go Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something When it rains they’re gonna make the cold blood warm With forked tongues flicking at the eye of the curdling storm The lights are dim but nevertheless turned on but nobody is home Hallows and Holiday could never deny The more your lying through your teeth, the less you look your loves in the eye She sees the range of the ugly truths behind the beautiful lies Kochanie – its probably nothing, but its possibly something
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Dark Eyes 06:22
Dark Eyes I’ve got the most beautiful boyfriend, how I adore him, those other boyfriends that came before him They do not compare, that’s why they’re there and he is here oh he is dear and clearly rare He’s got the most wonderful dark eyes, they shape the sunrise, leaving me mesmerized and hypnotized in his modern moonlight He makes my head light despite this heavy life, weighted by those pigs and all their heavy lies See, I always fall for the wrong guys, the ones with dark eyes, promising paradise but delivering dull tripe But not this boyfriend! Mien leiber her and a swear we’ll be together until the day we die But there’s just this one thing, before he gets this ring, before he makes me scream and creep into his dreams He won’t steal those dark eyes from every ass he sees He feeds in to this raging speeding insecurity He will never know what terrors he offers up to me When he glues his glare to any mare in his periphery So I tell my beautiful and wonderful and undeniably fuckable… Boyfriend peel your dark eyes off those villain’s before I send them to eyeball heaven The will not pass go and collect two oh oh and you’ll never see out of your peeping holes no more He answers with a “hey hey baby my one and only, for you I only have these dark eyes for you see?” How I believed him and his deception and then we kissed as if our lips missed being meat And then the very next morning, we went out walking, those cheapened dolls and roaches scurried by our worn wandering feet I saw his head turn, he spurned my heart burn and in turn catapulted insult to injury Once I foolishly wept that night, I crept up to where those dark eyes slept and collected my debt I fixed his ankles and weak wrists set for observation I hovered over, a keen surgeon and new optician I found his iris and cornea with lemon gloves on I pressed down till that lychee swelled up and burst on my thumb So I pull my marigolds out from the twin holes of my beautiful and magical and undeniably fuckable Boyfriend and lingered for 10 seconds, to let him drive thunder up towards the heavens Oh how he cursed me, his one and only, but he’ll live to forgive his true love you ‘ll see the moral of the story despite how gory, hell hath no fury like a lover of a fiend plus, once dust settles, I know that I will be the last thing that those dark eyes ever see I’ve got the most wonderful boyfriend, how I adore him. Those other boyfriends that came before him They do not compare, that’s why they’re there and he is here, oh he is dear and clearly rare
5.
Double Bombay Drag yourself through the week with dirty feet carving up the concrete The Streets you used to waltz through in your 20s Perfume in the air, stale bacardi soaked through your hair You’d wear it like a badge back in your 20s We are what we drink with our bony little fingers searching down our throats And our head down the porcelain sink You’ll do it all again when you crawl to the next weekend Time moved different then in your 20s Despite all the questioning, the answer is always gin Where would you even begin back in your 20s A round of double bombay Keeps the existential crisis at bay You know it was all for play back in your 20s The market is selling sour meat But the sweetest songs still live in the gaps of the sharpest and the rotten teeth Maybe a little bleach will help and if it burns, you’ve learnt to never yelp You were a lot kinder to your scalp back in your 20s The crystal ball sees nothing but fools and clowns You put the past up on a pedestal when the present goes and lets you down
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Drag 04:36
Drag Pay to Slay “Cough it up, take the gate” he sprays like he’s never known another way With the Cut of the admission and a slice of the commission, they can suffer for their art and he can reap their reputation, this charade seems to drag throughout the whole damn page and he just says “You see it all depends on if you bring half of your friends, you’ll find that most bands murder for it” “with the more they spend, you’ll get paid in dividends”, and still we murder for it, we do but Everybody at the party knows you get much better cheddar than those fools that you promote, You’re exploiting their need to be exposed, but still we murder for it With pay to play, he knows the scene is dead but he’s wide awake and on the graves he waits to collect his wage So now the bands are on the wagon and the songs are all in fashion But a fraction of the action is executed with any passion This fickle play always tragically ends the same And they just say “I don’t deceive, there’s no tricks inside my sleeve, I swear most bands would murder for it” “it’s just the economy and the culture which it feeds, believe” But still we murder for it Everybody at the party knows you get much better cheddar than those fools that you promote, You’re exploiting their need to be exposed, but still we murder for it Everybody at the party knows you get much better cheddar then you stick it up your nose, You’re exploiting their need to be exposed, but still we murder for it We still murder for it
8.
Oyster Girl 04:55
Oyster Girl 32 dull eyes are watching you, Slide by those plastic shoes and swim in those baby blues biding their time Colours blend and melt, this pallets mud to mine womb, tomb, catacomb, give me an inch and I’ll crawl through the swamp on my front you’ll know when we’ve come and we WILL come we’re already hear Wolfs at the common scrap for rotten spoils, They’ll get their pound of flesh incase their left with none Then its off with the pack and the read rags and bulls, They’ll feast on the grease and wrap soft in their wool Carolina – they’ll ingest all your flesh before the weak dig for some After dinner, thy’ll all feast on the grease and wrap soft in your wool Now we’re full of it, Our swollen guyts bare new slits We’ll weep out our own tar pit, Waiting for you to stick That’s just how we do We’ll crawl through your swamp on our fronts You’ll know when we’ve come And we’ll come We’ve come
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Suit of Dough That thing crouched in front of me Unapologetically In the same green as her eyes The day both our man died One with a broken family A brittle defeated army The other armed with cheap perfume and wine The day both our man died Not a verb was shared, words hung in the autumn air Clinging to our lips like the print of his kiss You had your memories honey but I just don’t care I Cried a glorious flood and prayed for rivers of blood The kept those little drops inside They day our lovers died The rain rested around me Glued to that same misery The planets finally alligned On the day both our man died One with stones forced in her mouth To stop truths tumbling out And spilling where they usually hide The day our lovers died Im sick to this belly ache of feeling so sick If I had a map I’d flee from my own body if I thought for a minute that it would help it You fall around every day as though everything’s changed whilst I’m chained to this terrible lie The day both of our men died
11.
Bubamara 03:12
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A Hungarian Malady Rezso Seress is it really that bad? you didn’t count those lucky stars you wished upon and now they’ve made an ugly mess It’s true, its true the bodies in the Danube weren’t to be the last Accused, are you? in the midst of all your deadly success But I confess I’m confused and amused by the crumpled note that Joseph Keller left And in a river of Vienna, a maiden with your hymn etched deep in to her breast And you who flew out of an apartment window up in Budapest Who knew a tune that delicate could have such a cruel effect And still they play Passions for sweet success led to infatuations far less savoury The love you yearned to impress in a fit of pure distress and misery and small touch of insanity drank, she drank till the venom married the blood in her body If you thought Sunday was blue, wait till Monday comes at you with a new grey and gloomy agony Reszo, Reszo, how many fools have fallen foul to your melody A curse, well-rehearsed, crafted one handed on branded ivories A noose a, a noose made from the heartstrings burdened with dull harmonies Sung gently to the soul, as a bird in a cage whistling to be released And still they sing Are your hours still slumberless? And are your shadows still numberless? Did the candles and the prayers weep gravely for your soul? Did your heart depart on the black coach of sorrow? Rezso Seress the waiter is never bringing you your bill flaunting that fatal flame whilst parading all the pain that kept you ill I guess you loved to get drunk till you stunk up the Kispipa until Your world was truly ending, as a legends crescendoing through the hills, hungry for the kill

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The second studio album from Buffo's Wake, released on Halloween 2019 – a collection of chaotic Klezmer-punk and Carnivalesque Balkan bangers, that has pushed their song-writing in new directions.
A sold out launch party with a 16 piece orchestral band saw the album birthed into the world in the most fitting way possible – a cacophony of sweaty gypsy-punk chaos.

Recorded by Balanced Audio, at Goodtimes Music Studios.

Mixed by Kosta Stark.

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released December 8, 2019

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Buffo's Wake Brighton, UK

Buffo's Wake are a Brighton based, gypsy punk band of lunatics with a taste for the macabre. Festival veterans, regularly appearing at some of the UK's biggest festivals, including Glastonbury, Bestival, Secret Garden Party, and Boomtown, as well as live performances on BBC Introducing, Buffo's Wake will grab you, and leave you dancing like a person possessed. Guaranteed to raise hell! ... more

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