Theriac

by Exit Lounge

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released December 12, 2011

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Exit Lounge UK

EXIT LOUNGE started life as the occasional solo project of Steve Maloney. He released two albums - 'Theriac' and 'City Bottom Blues' - in 2010 and 2012, respectively.

A single - 'Night Porter Blues / Cargo' - was released in early 2014, featuring bassist/vocalist Sam Ramsden, keyboard player Tim Ramsden, and drummer Ed Thompson.
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Track Name: Everyday, Sometimes
EVERYDAY, SOMETIMES

It's been sometime since I've been this way | And all those platitudes don't cut no sway | Everyday, sometimes | It's been sometime in the planning stage | I take an artisan's pride in my fall from grace | The balustrade slips away | There's a sneer behind the veil
Track Name: Say What You Want
SAY WHAT YOU WANT

Say what you want the world looks better from down here | An upskirt on the human race | Has a little more charm than face-to-face | Say what you want the world smells better from down here | The shit flowing in these gutters south | Don't reek like the shit that spills from your mouth
Track Name: Dazzled In The Spotlight
DAZZLED IN THE SPOTLIGHT

I love the way she walks | I love the way she talks | I love the way she looks through me | There's no hint of surprise | In those k-hole eyes | In my personal space out of reach | I'm losing sensation | Got a bad motivation | I'm in the starring role alright | There's baited breath in the stalls | But I'll earn their applause | Up to the dress circle tonight | I'm dazzled in the spotlight | My heart's beating black | Just like a panic attack | I got a reptile coiled in my brain | I got feline eyes | I'm trying hard to disguise | But my spleen worn proud on my sleeve
Track Name: Clip Joint Smile
CLIP JOINT SMILE

Kohl black hair, bile green eyes | Botox visage that registers no surprise | Whoever said sin was ugly must have been blind | I'm hooked on the sedative red of your clip joint smile | Discount store scent on terracotta skin | As deep as it goes it's all I'm interested in | Well, beauty fades but not under a neon glow | The price of admission is more than you'll ever know
Track Name: Tarnish On Your Halo
TARNISH ON YOUR HALO

Is it a trick of the light or did I just not see? | You seem to have lost your burnished sheen | I can see the tarnish on your halo | Tarnish on your halo | But then, in the sodium haze, worn against the night | Despite it all it's still shining bright
Track Name: ... And The Record Plays On
... AND THE RECORD PLAYS ON

So another day begins | In the dirty skin you're living in | Light another cigarette | Another night to forget | Say so long, smiling sweet | Grab your coat and hit the street | Got a cute arse for collateral | Got a soundtrack in bad rock & roll | Need someone when the wine runs dry | Who don't understand but don't ask why | Returning all the smiles you fake | Some kind of home till morning breaks | They're talking about you now you're gone | And the record plays on
Track Name: Schadenfreude
SCHADENFREUDE

I woke up between crisp white sheets with a dirty conscience | It took me a while to remember where I was | The motif on the cup on the night stand put me straight | Drawing back the curtains I looked out across the city | The nipple slip of a sallow sun peeped out from behind an unfamiliar skyline | It was dusk - I'd slept all day | Leaning out the hotel window I could see a hundred reality tunnels intersecting in the evening twilight | Psychic cave-ins outside the fast food franchises and the private clubs | Ideological escape artists being dragged screaming from the dogma dirt of forbidden perimeters | Early bird hookers offering their entres to the late workers | The suburbs a long way away for both of them | Puritans of every hue and shade hating what they become the most | The coin flips and we all take our bets | Everyone's got their price | What's yours? | Oh, the bed mates we choose to stop ourselves from dreaming | The sickly melodies we sing to drown out the screaming