Whore's Breakfast

by The Rebel Wheel

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1.
Run, rant, rage, foaming at the mouth. Fist, strike, fast, flowing into now. Clear morning light, fractured veins, I'm alive, I'm alive. five and dime it's a five and dime. Tear, rip, race, sweating through the sheets. Bend, twist, pace, following the streets. Clear cloudless night, tortured soul, I'm alive, I'm alive, five and dime, it's a five and dime.
2.
Cousin Rachel, cousin Rachel. Cousin Rachel come to me. Wind and flower and passing hour. Sun and moon and falling stars. Falling stars, and there you are.
3.
Caught your eye and a glimpse of heaven then, it seared into my mind. When all we have is dignity, left everything behind. I lost the thread, lost my head, lost my place, now my face no longer belongs to me. Come with me, we'll walk into the future and, we'll give our past away. I really can't change circumstance but we're both here today. I lost the thread, lost my head, lost my place, now my face no longer belongs to me. Seasons change and the sun sets early now It's been quite a ride. It's really not coincidence, the way our live's collide. I lost the thread, lost my head, lost my place, now my face no longer belongs to me.
4.
Cholera 06:42
There's a ring of stale beer on the table, and the ash-tray's apt to overflow. Outside I see traces and trails of light in the afternoon. Limping dog in Vancouver city. Left-over girls in the greying room. I'm not given to conditions lightly. I can always bend light into blue. I could never write a letter everyday, nothing like a "Love in the Time of Cholera" But as years unfold and passion never fades, I could never stay but neither stay away. I feel shudders as tomorrow hits me, collides with the ghosts of yesterday. Short walk to buy matches, count my pennies and leave the ruins. A dead cat lies in Toronto. Smoking roaches in Barbera's room. I'm not eager to disturb these ashes, bone-shards and the teeth that never burn. I could never write a letter everyday, nothing like a "Love in the Time of Cholera" But as years unfold and passion never fades, I could never stay but neither stay away. Did you love me? Did you want me? Will you mend me? Can you make me whole? Lung burst, breathless, crash down into Parkdale. Hope-less play for Love amongst the ruins. I wish I could write a letter everyday, something like a "Love in the Time of Cholera" And as years unfold and passion never fades, I wish I could stay or even stay away.
5.
why do you never fall? how did you keep the remains, hidden so away from all of us? why did you think I would turn away so easy? Is that why you never sleep? how could you run with a crowd who can't know, or would ever understand the meanings of the answers you bled and held tightly to your heart? why can't you come with me? did you think nobody dare, fall into the open flame carelessly? My hands are both burnt.
6.
Sometimes it gets so crazy with all intents mismatched. But I am happy just to sit here, Watching Kathy dance.
7.
Gently poised in make believe, fall softly into sleep in urban mediocrity and there our souls to keep. Is anybody listening? does anyone still care? on both sides of the blue screen zombies have gathered there.
8.
Took too long to look at the sun, metal glints as you load the gun, too late for you Draw the blind and pick up the trash, Beer can bed and cigarette ash, wait for you. You feed her rage. Gilt-lined her cage. Twist the tip and fire up the high. twisted face the smoke in your eye, grace for you. Needles spent the marks on your arm, vacant stares and silent alarms, wasting you. Call down the clouds. Draw the dark shrouds. Lay the gold trap. Light slows down and comes through the glass, distant storm and hurricane blast, come for you. Winding down the unkindest truth, empty words and all of your youth, paid by you. Call down the clouds. Draw the dark shrouds. Lay the gold trap.
9.
There's always been the razor there's always been the time the mood is sometimes right it's waiting in the bathroom underneath the bright lights reflected in a thousand grimy tiles
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11.
Got stains on my fingers I smoke too much I got no memories I got no Hope I'm here right now I don't fool myself this is what the fight was for. Be here now appreciate. We take the toils of father's past and build our cities upon their ruins. I'm here here right now, I don't fool myslef this is what the fights been for. Be here now appreciate. I walk alone in the night. Paths I didn't take. I am the last of a kind. Only one awake. We sit alone in the night. I close my eyes We are the last of a kind. Watch the sun arise.
12.

about

Whore's Breakfast is a concept album, a seedy gritty city album, an album about love, excess, obsessions and substance abuse, an album about coffee and cigarettes and self-destructive denizens of the outer fringes of the art scene and the drug world. It is a very personal reflection and confessional of a long-time substance abuser.

Based around the core sound of guitar bass and drums Whore's Breakfast takes a decidedly punk attitude towards prog and jazz. The sound is relentless but is tempered with the softer contrasts of five-part vocal harmonies, chord solo jazz guitar pieces and a myriad of keyboard textures, all of which serve to create dramatic contrasts and some moments of peaceful illuminated clarity against the otherwise sweaty frenetic head-trip.

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released August 11, 2013

David Campbell: bass, guitar, keyboards, percussion, vocals, drums and drum programming.

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The Rebel Wheel Ottawa, Ontario

Steeped in dark cinematic soundscapes and complex, turn-on-a-dime arrangements, The Rebel Wheel features a frenetic mix of rock aggression, complex compositions and unpredictable odd-meter vamps. Originally formed in 1991 as a fusion-based midi ensemble, the floating lineup has gradually focused on a modern, more performance-oriented, genre-blending Prog. ... more

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