The Coup de Grâce

by Wet Dentist

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The follow up to 2015's Destroyed by Business EP is "next-level Wet Dentist," according to Violet Payne, who is featured twice on this album.

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released April 19, 2016

Wet Dentist: synths, beats, voxs, acoustic & electric guitars, words
Violet Payne: lead vocals on "Soak Cobalt *bloat*dye*croak" and "Lead Ashtray"

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Wet Dentist Bethlehem

Wet Dentist makes electro-based music in Bethlehem, PA USA. Free downloads (or pay what you want) of over a decade's worth of discography. Not for the feint of heart.

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Track Name: Community Piano
"Community Piano"

I even imagine myself one day in an old folks' home for the destitute
clamoring to get in front of the community piano
with half the keys forever out of tune.
I make up riffs and progressions with the good ones.
I fear whatever it is will ban me from the community piano.
I fear the attendant or warden or whatever it is
will ban me from the community piano
because I don't know any songs.
I just play things that could be from songs, but aren't.
I'm getting better at playing with two hands at once.
I can go sometimes 16 measures in a row
while playing like I know what I'm doing,
but don't ask me to do what I just did
because that was mostly luck.
I make up riffs and then I forget the riffs on the community piano.
Track Name: Soak Cobalt *bloat*dye*croak* (featuring Violet Payne)
"Soak Cobalt *bloat*dye*croak*" (lyrics by Violet Payne)

Blue chroma saturated my true colors like a sponge.
So this is what it feels like; this sieve is where I live, without living.
I breathe not by choice. Misfortunes are givens.
They take the peach away and are replaced -
The crazed masterpiece made by the grubby
play-caked frustrated palms of a puzzle-frazzled 4-year old
who mistakes the deep lake center of the scene for the sky blue edge pieces
and leaves me no borders but a hazy equator.
Bye, bi-polar bear south of the border.
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore.
Fortunately for you, I no longer resurface (in this form);
these dark adapted eyes see nothing
but my own colossal extremities
(sea asylum - salt injunction - soylent plum - tap water friction).
I mention food often, but hunger for nothing,
craving from nature no more than her hues.
I've starved the fruit from my wooden frame, then set it aflame.
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore.
And I'm satisfied - a fine canvas - baptized - bliss.
I've quickened the harvest with sticky tar fingers,
salve-stained sanguine mortar scarlet petal wound.
My dark red rum: a violet payne - emerging magenta.
I can be the beautiful spectrum of blue -
violet (magnificent) *period*
I can be both and more: deep lock monster - modern day eyesore.
Track Name: Life / Afterlife
"Life / Afterlife"

It's all going down. The Kingdom is at hand.
The real is unreal; the unreal is real.
It's fucking invisible so I'll open my mouth
because if I don't that makes me crazy IRL.
The IRL is not real.
It's all going down. The Kingdom is at hand.
We go on until it stops us
or just before we think it will stop us
and we stop it. We stop it.
The afterlife is now. The Kingdom is at hand.
That makes me crazy IRL.
I feel I'm starring in a play by Eugene O'Neill
(from his weird period);
my character is based on one single thought of Søren Kierkegaard,
but in this scene is all chain smoking and glug glug glugging.
We go on until it stops us,
or just before we think it will stop us, we stop it. We stop it.
It happens to everyone & everyone everyone knows.
I can't take my mind off of this.
I need to take my mind off of this.
The afterlife is now. The Kingdom is at hand.
I can't take my mind off of this. I need to take my mind off of this . . .
Track Name: Haus of Whoa
"Haus of Whoa (12/31/15, 6pm)"

The teeth gnash – The body wails.
Tears like white water rapids
erodes words, the doomed rock.
She is my wife for life
but she hints that she might end it
even before her mother dies,
who is dying, brain first, body second.
She is my wife for life.
I gulp a glass of red wine and another
to escape it just this night
when my love is so tired from all the wailing and gnashing.
The fierce currents smashing in half the remnants of speech,
and they beat down on the roofs and walls of thought.
Her back's half-broken from all the gravity.
Her brain's like news footage of a flood carrying a house downstream,
and they zoom in on a pet hamster running as fast as it can on its wheel,
which may as well be a hamster wheel in an Escher-like environment:
kaleidoscopic and brutal.
But now she's experiencing a serenity
that can only spring from exhaustion then collapse.
She does not ponder at this time ending it all, in sleep.
I gulp a glass of red wine and another to escape it just this night . . .
Track Name: Lead Ashtray (featuring Violet Payne)
"Lead Ashtray" (lyrics by Violet Payne)

Once there was a girl. Once there was a cure.
Once there was a dream, if only she could sleep.
Once there was a man. Once there was a plan.
Once there was a way, if only for a day.
If only I was someone else. If only time was left unfelt.
If everything was shades of gray, maybe I could fade away.
If only I would not look back.
If only sight would turn to black.
If everything would fade away, once upon a time led astray.
Once there was a girl who hoped to find a cure.
She wished upon a dream. If only she could sleep.
Track Name: In Order to Ascend
"In Order to Ascend"

Anytime now. Maybe right now.
Anytime now. Maybe right now.
Anytime now. Maybe right now.
How about now?
Anytime now. Maybe right now . . .
Track Name: A Rare Earth Element
"A Rare Earth Element"

Wet Dentist practically undetectable in the Ether . . .
Wet Dentist in the Ether.
Like a rare earth element spit to pieces in an alien environment.
Wet Dentist: dead set on reaching machines that ain't been built yet.
Like a rare earth element spit to pieces in an alien atmosphere,
ascend the stairs to where all living ends.
My attendance in oblivion is a requirement.
My out-of-whack elemental particles will reach that supernova.
And then the info I left behind will get eaten up by machines.