Double A-Sides
A Double A-side single gives equal billing to both songs, rather than treating one as the main or “plug” track and the other as the backup. It’s a declaration that either side could carry the record, a two-headed little jukebox beast. No throwaway, no lesser sibling, just two strong songs sharing the spotlight. Click the power knob below to listen.
Wanda Golconda
She’s dressed in opulence and decadence
She’s eating cake before the meals commence
She hoards and absorbs and pays no consequence
Try as I might, wrong or right, she’s blind to tolerance
I’m just another man cut and pasted in
Bowler hat and suit, no apple core within
Like a QR code, a cancel stamp, a mannequin
Unsmiling unaware of what goes on in him
But my Wanda Golconda
She’s all I really need
My Wanda Golconda
Fulfills my every need
I don’t need much, just her Midas touch
Just to feed my greed
My Wanda Golconda
Means all the world to me
My life’s a videodrome of static digital noise
Oddly uniform and oddly so precise
Like a matrix boxed and squared multiplied and diced
Glitching out of sync but everything is nice
But my Wanda Golconda
She’s all I really need
My Wanda Golconda
Fulfills my every need
I don’t need much, just her Midas touch
Just to feed my greed
My Wanda Golconda
Means all the world to me
Suit and tie, no mouth, no eyes
Apartment complexities
Extrapolate the mundane gestalt
That puckers your extremities
Day after day this rhythm soothes my brain
I’m duplicated, replicated but I can’t complain
This brave new world is something no one can quite name
I am just another man falling down like rain
But my Wanda Golconda
She’s all I really need
My Wanda Golconda
Fulfills my every need
I don’t need much, just her Midas touch
Just to feed my greed
My Wanda Golconda
Means all the world to me
As An Aside
If I was one to say these things
I might say something brash
Something raw, without asking
For a pass
I might walk right into the trap you’re laying
And go all in the game you’re playing
If I was one to say
What one might want to say
If I was one to say these things
I might say something crude
Something wrongheadedly untrue
Like one more rube
I might talk until I’m blue
In all my faces like I do
If I was one to say
What one might want to say
And end up as the guy you someday mention
Some poor soul you loosen tension with
Merely yearly and insincerely
As an aside
As if all I am and all we have become
Is just undone
As an aside
But I’m not one to say these things
I’ll hold it in and take the beating
I’ll say nothing and watch time fleeting
And watch you leaving
I might talk like I am different but it’s not true
I don’t want the confrontation with the fool
The fool I am will always say
What one might want to say
And end up as the guy you someday mention
Some poor soul you loosen tension with
Merely yearly and insincerely
As an aside
As if all I am and all we have become
Is just undone
As an aside
A younger me might look away
And pocket these emotions
Mix them in with keys and potions
Like little boys hold onto
And old men sometimes do too
So are you one to take these things
And use them all against me
Use them when I’m most expecting
To see the truth somewhere deep within me
And end up as the guy you someday mention
Some poor soul you loosen tension with
Merely yearly and insincerely
As an aside
As if all I am and all we have become
Is just undone
As an aside