Wrestling Swamis
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| Single by Carnival Art | ||||
| from the album Thrumdrone | ||||
| Released | 1991 | |||
| Recorded | N/A | |||
| Length | unknown | |||
| Label | Situation Two/Beggars Banquet/RCA SIT 85CD | |||
| Songwriter(s) | Music: Carnival Art/Lyrics: Michael P. Tak | |||
| Producer(s) | Carnival Art, Tracy Chisolm | |||
| Status | Released | |||
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| Thrumdrone track listing | ||||
16 tracks
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"Wrestling Swamis" is a single from Carnival Art's second album, "Thrumdrone."
Overview
Tracks one and two from this single are Thrumdrone album versions, four is an exclusive acoustic take, and three is a studio recording of a non-LP song that originally appeared in a live version on the Dig EP in 1990.
The cover art is credited to Maria Gibert, and the inside photo of the band is by Greg Allen.
Track listing
Wrestling Swamis CD & 12" (1991)
- "Wrestling Swamis"
- "Mr. Blue Veins"
- "No Thanks To Eve"
- "Mr. Blue Veins" (acoustic)
Personnel
- Michael P. Tak - lead vocals and guitar
- Ed - guitar
- Brian Bell - bass
- Keith Fallis - drums and vocals
Lyrics
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A gutter drips and sounds like thunder on my passing brain
And echos down my spine into my loins
Examining the wrestling that spreads fear in the street
Its two bald swamis fighting to be free
Someone will pay
Someone will pay
Someone will pay
Not me
A sticky day the 7th of May
Ripples rise from the street
On the balls of my feet I bob without a sound
While the swamis bend like a sapling on a trampoline
I stick and move then try to sneak around
Someone will pay
Someone will pay
Someone will pay
Not me
I'll get away from their grappling
I'll get away from their war
Someone will pay
Someone will pay
Someone will pay
Not me
In round 3
The swamis bleed
And nobody cares
Not like me
Yes in round 3
The swamis bleed
They're breaking the rules and the referee
They bang their bald heads
Its a free for all
One's tied to the ropes
One's takin' a fall
Its anyone's guess it's anyone's brawl
It goes on forever
It goes to the wall
Then the echo dies as the drip dries
They're both lost in the heat
See also
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