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December 23, 2010 at 10:44am
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Lyrics to “That Old Pastoral” by Ganache

It’s not easy to remember, but a vision exists of a navy polka-dotted dress with billowy sleeves backlit by the death of Summer. There was a smell of friction in the air: the result of the seasons rubbing against each other. There was mascara and lipstick, a beauty mark—marking a weekend—and a suitcase full of cardigans in the corner (by a pile of rodent skulls and mason jars, and, somehow, every knickknack that could be found in the last few pages of a ten cent comic). Coffee and cold breakfast on the balcony by the tracks and their pillars: the same tracks that brought us here and the same pillars that we’ll slalom through in our escape.

And on the nape of your neck was the latch of a chain for a locket on the end you’ve worn for a decade. It all was nice: we’d say it was ten years if it was a day. It was warm and it was raw and we were too.

And a voice was yelling, “Hey, hey, hey: Did you feel that old pastoral coming over in the jetstream? Did you sing it to your daughter? Did you wear your old bedsheet like a toga? Did she ever find out why you sang the blues?”

"That Old Pastoral" will be released soon enough on a remarkable Awkwardcore Records compilation.

December 20, 2010 at 11:02pm
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We did this a long time ago.

Download!

December 13, 2010 at 12:12am
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Ganache Update

Several Ganache songs are developing legs—to the point that a full-length album isn’t an absurd idea. Shall we say… about a year from now?

The closest thing to another Whiskers album will be a Ganache album. Let’s say November 15th, 2011. But nothing is chiseled.

October 24, 2010 at 6:57pm
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A remix of “Birds of Paradise” is upcoming.

October 13, 2010 at 8:33pm
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Ganache tunes

In addition to Will It Play In Peoria?, Ganache is also working on a song called The Ice Cave in Goof Troop (which samples and remixes the score to the 4th level of SNES’s sleeper hit “Goof Troop”) and a cover—is it proper to call this a cover?—of the aria¬†Ecco il sol, ch’esce dal mare from Handel’s sleeper hit “La Resurrezione”.

I don’t know how or when they will be released but they will.

October 10, 2010 at 2:00pm
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Cage Your Queue →

September 30, 2010 at 5:39pm
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The Whiskers are NOT playing a show in Chicago on the 20th.

September 20, 2010 at 8:55pm
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Thom Stylinski interviewed by restaurantslut.com

August 26, 2010 at 9:44pm
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Zane, I’m sorry about what I sang about your mom.

August 14, 2010 at 10:51pm
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Lyrics to “Will It Play In Peoria?” by Ganache

It starts with fists pounding cracks into every desk and the desks are cracking fists back and the fists are affixed to wrists and they’re wrapped with ticking gold worth more than your father told you would make in a year if your prose was tied in a bow and sold to the highest bidder then it cuts to you as your lips are turning blue as you let another tune fall across them till the kicking in your womb lets up and sleeps so your ceremony over on Main Street goes as swimmingly as you’ve seen on silver screens and as you’ve seen in magazines. It seems the seams they are erupting on the faultlines of your gown while the faces pressed up to the glass of the storefronts in this empty town say: “Oh everybody knows there is a single grain of Joy left in this desert so when you bring those sand-filled boots to my doorstep, I wanna see ya shake em out!”

If she makes dinner for you, you should salt your own steak, you should know the feel and the smell of the venom and the prick of the type of fang that shoots it. If she serves coffee, I’d take it black if I were you. Stir in that sugar that you brought back from your island hopping campaign. If she consumes you, I’ll chop her open and fill her all up with stones!

Music by Thom and Jim Stylinski. Lyrics by Thom Stylinski and Hazel Santino. Song out 2011 on Awkwardcore Records.