Infinite Regression

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released August 29, 2014

Songs by Dan Cuddy (c) Superb Rain Songs (BMI), administered by Rough Trade Publishing

Arranged and performed by the Special Pillow:
Dan Cuddy: vocals, bass, a few guitars, percussion
Katie Gentile: violin, viola, vocals, percussion
Peter Stuart: lots of guitars, bass, vocals, electric sitar, mandola, percussion
Peter Walsh: drums, percussion, vocals

Recorded and mixed by Mitch Rackin at The Seaside Lounge, Brooklyn, NY

Mastered by Mitch Rackin

Design by Bonnie Shelden

Thanks: Antietam, Ken Cushman, Amy Herzog, Georgina Keenan, Music Building Room 502 crew, Retrofret, everyone at The Seaside Lounge (especially Charles Burst for tambourine on “Workaround”), Rob Weisberg

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Track Name: To No Avail
You say that you believe that you can fly
You tell me I can make it if I try
Tell me the check is in the mail
I’m following your breadcrumb trail
I’m keeping on to no avail

Tell me that promised land is up ahead
That war is over and that punk’s not dead
Teaspooned a tunnel out of jail
To drink from your unholy grail
I’m pressing on to no avail


Everyone
Should dream some stupid dream
Till dreamtime’s done
Track Name: In Retrograde
Your diary key
swallowed impulsively
but not by me
I lived the Reader’s Digest version

My Christmas tree
festooned with frippery
haphazardly
devouring your best tree surgeon
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Our family curse
wasn’t written in free verse
We’ve got it made in retrograde

Our family jewels
melt into tepid pools
We’ve got it made in retrograde
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So far off-track
I’m bringing backward back
My direct station’s
closed on days that end in y
(and “why not”)
Track Name: Workaround
Splish, splash
You were casting your curse in the bath
Engraved in Latin, cause it had to last
Meanwhile the cursed tongue curled up and died

A spit spun
By a little dog inside a wheel
Although it may prepare the perfect meal’s
A canine wound to kitchen pride

But what’s a Baskerville without a hound?
Well, I’ve been working on a workaround
Wherein the one that turns the spit’s not me

And it’s another Frankenstein unbound
But, I’ve been working on a workaround
Where I’m the one that sets your curses free

Ding dong
But the song’s wrong, the queen is alive
And the bees are thriving in the hive
And their honey is the kind you steal

Double down dog dare
There’s no blood on the moon
I’m running round a Neolithic tomb
Just like a little dog inside a wheel

But what’s a Baskerville without a hound?
Well, I’ve been working on a workaround
Wherein the one that turns the spit’s not me

And it’s another Frankenstein unbound
But, I’ve been working on a workaround
Where I’m the one that sets your curses free
Track Name: Third of July
On the day before the holiday
You might have to rent a car
I might leave the office early
we might have to travel far

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The third of July
we’re on our way
but not on time.
They’ll leave us behind
out of our hands
The third of July
******************
It might be a traffic nightmare
There might be a flight delay
we might wait around the airport
and run out of things to say

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The third of July
we’re on our way
but not on time.
They’ll leave us behind
out of our hands
The third of July
Track Name: Infinite Regression
Ouroboros of distress,
what’s your source of bitterness?
Let me guess:
Has the universe declined to fall in line with your demands?
[mine all mine, so fall in line]

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You’re heading toward the point of infinite regression
You never reach the point of ultimate regret
You’re holding on to hope for divine intercession
Mad at the world because it hasn’t happened yet
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Little engine of dismay,
what’s your problem of the day?
It’s okay
if the universe decides to fall in line with your demands
[it’s not mine, don’t cross that line]

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You’re heading toward the point of infinite regression
You never reach the point of ultimate regret
You’re holding on to hope for divine intercession
Mad at the world because it hasn’t happened yet
Track Name: It Better Be Something Good
I found a pet plastic moonrock
wrapped up in a life-size map of the world
You saw a sign on the Sunrise Deli wall:
“Olive Loaf No More”

I don’t know why you didn’t try harder
And I don’t know why you would
But when you decide to tell me the reason
It better be something good


Some fine Canadian whisky
Tuesday night at the sports bar, faking it
Don’t save all your party time for the weekend
You might not last that long

I don’t know why you didn’t try harder
And I don’t know why you would
But when you decide to tell me the reason
It better be something good
Track Name: Staring at the Screen
Love’s a bubble bath
Lunch a fatted calf
Boredom’s a machine
when I’m staring at the screen

Life’s a bar of soap
Death’s and antelope
Boredom’s a machine
when I’m staring at the screen

Truth is a massage
Cheese, aussi fromage
Boredom’s a machine
and I’m staring at the screen
Track Name: Unwinding Like a Clock
Cold comfort in the summertime
Patio-side screwcap wine
Once demonic, twice divine
At the wrong end of the line

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Once you get started,
I can’t wait for it to stop
Counting ceiling tiles
And unwinding like a clock
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Warm welcome for the winter’s tale:
Aspirin and pale brown ale
There used to be a trace, a trail
Now it’s just a dot, dot, dot

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Once you get started,
I can’t wait for it to stop
Eating toilet paper
And unwinding like a clock

Once I get started,
You can’t wait for it to stop
Counting ceiling tiles
And unwinding like a clock
Track Name: Coming Soon
The moment everything is fine
Is coming soon
some afternoon

The time when everything aligns
Is down the line
But coming soon...

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You thought the time would come
When you’d make hay from all the gunk
That drags you down down down
And you will

The memory of golden pain
Just like a sack of golden grain
Is grist for the mill

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well I could learn to be contented with the life I’ve got
or I could find a box of money in a parking lot
or I could mess up everything then try and start again
It’s coming soon but I don’t know when

well I could learn to be contented with the life I’ve got
or I could find a box of money in a parking lot
or I could wait and wait and wait, just like I’m waiting now
It’s coming soon but I don’t know how
Track Name: Airlocked and Earthbound
Pressed in a nest with plastic leaves
The mockingbird is blocked
From clucking at the clock
with disapproval

Dressed in a vest with drastic sleeves
You stamp around the stump
Until I get around to its removal

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But you can tell that I don’t get around
And I can’t see you, airlocked and earthbound
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Beneath a moldy chestnut tree
the village smithy lies
a jug of wine a loaf of bread and so on

And from the plastic orange grove
the mocking bird departs
But doesn’t leave me anything to go on

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And you can tell that I don’t get around
But I can’t see you, airlocked and earthbound
Track Name: Bad Luck and Bad Living
The golden days of yore
Were never such a bore
And now it’s gonna be the same sad story as every time before

Boy blunder torn asunder
A song will drag you under
You say you wonder why it didn’t work, but I don’t wonder

Bad luck, bad living
And the march of time
I don’t know how to stop
But I know where to draw the line

When everything seems great
The fickle fist of fate
Says everything’s too much
Too soon
Too lame
Too bad
Too late

When skies are overcast
does light shine from the past?
And do you have to be the worst to thirst
or be the best to last?

Bad luck, bad living
And the march of time
I don’t know how to stop
But I know where to draw the line
Track Name: Ultimate Recession
Everyone
Should dream some stupid dream
Till dreamtime’s done

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