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Strings Attached

by Brahms' Third Racket

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1.
Though you've only just met me My crystal ball is ready I'd like to make a prediction About your coming affliction Your family annoys you Their venon almost destroys you The bickering is endless And leaves you full of resentment And it feels like a bad dream Feels like a bad dream Mother Nature's crawling Through the fields of Holland Overrun with vermin It was pre-determined Though you've only just met me You're trying to forget me The ones who drive you crazy You will be like them some day It may trouble your aesthetics But you share their genetics So one way or another You will end up like your mother And it feels like a bad dream Feels like a bad dream Mother Nature's brawling Like bowling pins we're falling Overcome with bourbon It was pre-determined Mother Nature's calling Genghis Kahn and Stalin Duchesses in ermine It was pre-determined Mother nature Mother nature Mother nature Though you've only just met me I know you won't forget me
2.
You occupied Wall Street Because you couldn’t find a job But you left me hanging When you took off with that mob I know you’re special A gorgeous one of a kind So I’m coming back now I guess I kind of lost my mind It’s a better feeling When I hold you in my arms It’s a better feeling Together we are strong The tide is turning We’re running out of time If we stick together Who knows what we will find It’s a better feeling When I hold you in my arms It’s a better feeling Together we are strong A better feeling We’ve been holding off too long It’s a better feeling Together we are strong It’s a better feeling When I hold you in my arms It’s a better feeling Together we are strong A better feeling A better feeling It’s a better feeling
3.
Take that man back to Texas Where he longs to be He’s had his fame and fortune And share of misery Now he wants to drive the tractor Through a nuclear reactor That boat is sinking in the sea He led us down the path And now it’s time to end No longer young and supple Break instead of bend You all got what you wanted The sharp edge dulled and blunted A dying garden left to tend Round, round Treading the same ground Down, down Turn this thing around There is change in the air In the headlights everywhere A revolution will return Spread the ashes that we burned The wind is gonna turn The wind is gonna turn Take that man to the palace Quick as you can go Place him upon the throne And let the people know Stuck in a deep recession It’s time for a succession Plant the seeds and let them grow Round, round Treading the same ground Down, down Turn this thing around There is change in the air In the headlights everywhere A revolution will return Spread the ashes that we burned The wind is gonna turn The wind is gonna turn
4.
It's just a dream That keeps me awake I want to scream out There's only so much I can take I was beholden And very powerless If your path was golden I couldn't care less I could throw the sweetest curve If I only had the nerve I don't care what people say I live my life the lonely way And when your nose gets out of joint I see I've almost made my point Won't you leave me alone? It's just a day That turns into a week And as the years stray Into a losing streak I could sing the sweetest tune As we dance into our ruin I don't care what people think I write my tale in poison ink And when your lie gets in my way A rotten case of truth decay Won't you leave me alone?
5.
I cover my eyes Because I don’t want to see The reflection looking back at me I cover my heart Because I won’t play the part Love should never be art It should be real Should make you feel Like you could die And you wouldn’t mind It happens too fast A nuclear blast Blows you apart Opens your heart Love should be blind Cover your eyes, cover your eyes Love should be blind I cover my ears Because I don’t want to hear The gasp when I look in the mirror I cover my mouth Because I don’t like the sound Of my forehead hitting the ground It’s so surreal Love makes you feel Like you could kill You know the drill Before you know It doesn’t let go Blows you apart Opens your heart Love should be blind Cover your eyes, cover your eyes Love should be blind Cover your eyes, cover your eyes
6.
Speak of the Devil Well there he is Sitting next to you Introducing himself Speak of an Angel Well there she is Flying over you Introducing herself To you
7.
Choke Hold 03:52
How did we get here? How did we get here? No ones got a home to stay in No ones got a job that's paying I don't know, I'm just saying Nothing comes from all that playing How did we get here? How did we get here? You just want a bed to sleep in Wipe away the tears you're weeping Freedom from the snakes a creeping Freedom from the debt you're keeping They got you in a chokehold They got you in a chokehold They got you in a chokehold They got you in a chokehold Life can be so sweet or sour Must be why you look so dour This could be your finest hour Rise up now and fight the power Got you, they got you They got you in a chokehold
8.
Fear buzzes by me With shimmering wings And a STRANGE BIRD above me Starts to sing You there below me On the edge of doom Hades in your headlights Come on, we're making room for you Wrap yourself If you want me to open you Wrap yourself If you want me to open you Maybe you don't love your life Maybe you don't live for love Maybe you wouldn't love to die Maybe you wouldn't die for love Angels tread Lightly on your forehead And the Devil dances In your bed "I'm wreaking havoc," he mumbles As the last relic of hope crumbles "Cry in your soup if you must, Your tears will turn to rust" Wrap yourself If you want me to open you Wrap yourself If you want me to open you Maybe you don't love your life Maybe you don't live for love Maybe you wouldn't love to die Maybe you wouldn't die for love
9.
Incoming 02:45
Heading down the highway with a weapon at my side I've almost had my fill of the emptiness inside Mugging for the camera with a twisting of the lens Shooting down my enemies for acting like my friends Incoming, incoming forces from above Incoming over the trenches that we dug Incoming into our house of broken love I feel like a comet that's been smashed inside your rings Trying to forget that I remember anything So stick me in your blender for a most delightful whip Suicidal promises are jumping from your lips Incoming, incoming forces from above Incoming over the trenches that we dug Incoming into our house of broken love

about

Brahms' 3rd Racket is the latest vehicle for Wishnefsky’s music. This time around, it is his great fortune to be joined by R. Matthew Carroll on bass and David Rodgers on drums.

In case you’re wondering where in the world Brahms' 3rd Racket originated, kindly direct your browser to this brilliant clip from John Cleese’s genius comedy Fawlty Towers: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfg-9_k-flo.

Wish, R. Matthew, and Dave have been performing Wishnefsky music at various clubs in the LA area. From early on, R. Matt started relentlessly bugging Wishnefsky to conjure up and utilize a new band name. Though Wish’s first instinct is to always do the opposite of what anyone relentlessly bugs him to do, he immediately recognized R. Matt was on to something (as opposed to being on something, though that may have very well been the case as well).

Indeed. And so the search for a band name commenced.

After a number of head-scratching sessions developed a towering trash heap of supremely unusable band names and some really great ones which turned out to be taken by other bands (no two bands will ever share the same name again thanks to google), Wishnefsky found himself being seductively enticed and enticingly seduced by the band name Mucho Burro: another hilarious line derived from Fawlty Towers. R. Matt suggested that while Mucho Burro was certainly funny (especially when Wish screamed it at the top of his lungs and rolled the r’s in Burro like a speed boat with a stuck accelerator), he firmly believed it was pretty fucking stupid as a band name and if Wish insisted on pulling a name from Fawlty Towers, he might as well call the band Brahms’ 3rd Racket.

Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!

And so history was made.

Dearest Ladies and Gentlemen, it our distinct honor and privilege at Lost Dog Records to proudly bring you Brahms' 3rd Racket.

B3R’s first release is entitled Strings Attached and it consists of a group of songs Wish wrote on acoustic guitar. Thus, Strings Attached is a bit warmer and more organic than Wish’s usual fare. Yet, despite the absence of the usual electronica, these songs feature the usual Wish recipe of lyrical bite, melodic taste, and harmonic sweetener.

Wishnefsky once again conned, connived, and convinced the supremely talented Michael James into mixing and mastering Strings Attached. That’s why it sounds so fucking awesome. If you reach the conclusion, in your considered opinion, that any particular parts do not sound fucking awesome, please blame and assign culpability to Wish, who, in all likelihood, stupidity refused to follow Michaels’ sage advice and instead conned, connived, and convinced Michael, ruthlessly, to ramble down the ruinous road of redundantly rotten reverberation. Really!

Photographer extraordinaire Ed Nahin took the cover photo of a strange bird above me.

Lastly, and not even close to leastly, former Jabberwock bandmate and artiste incroyable Todd Jameson created the lettering and graphics on the cover.

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released July 27, 2013

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