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Eskapology

by Guess What

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1.
Dexter Brown 04:18
Hello, my name is Dexter Brown I’m a detective born in Shoggoth Town. I think I’ve never seen you on a crime scene you look serene though it’s rather obscene Get in my Chrysler for a while before we both work overnight We’ll look for something new, look for the best clue It’s not about me and you. I swear I won’t touch you. Stop distracting me we gotta track down The murderer Stop distracting me we gotta track down the killer The ripper, the rapist, the slayer, the killer Don’t say “Freeze !’’you turn me on ! Sparing no effort to close a case you’re my Dana Scully wrapped in lace Fresh, young and footloose, charming every dude, you’re always on the move to cure my blues Your gorgon’s eyes would turn into stone Arthur Gordon Pym and Sherlock Holmes I’m not sycophantic your weapon is a lipstick. Thugs are on their knees whenever you say “Freeze !” Stop distracting me we gotta track down the murderer Stop distracting me we gotta track down the killer The ripper, the rapist, the slayer, the killer Don’t say “Freeze !” Freeze, you, killer !
2.
Redliners 03:05
The moonlight is consuming all the seeds of your tender grace. In the morning you’ll realize you’re bewitched in a fatal place. Stop me if it’s going too far. This stupid game is lethal sometimes. You’re moving under spotlights ignoring fifty shades of blade … Well I’m... Ecstactic in vain, attractive sinner ! Cause I’m the Great Inquisitor Here’s the red line, babe ! You’ve crossed the red line There's a hundred ways of torture For your favorite tormentor Don’t blame me if I crack the whip ! Snuff movie Director’s cut … Ouch ! Sorry I did it on purpose You want me cruel So choose the tool For the finale My fallen angel See this sca..., scavenger’s daughter ! Yeah funny ! And this sca, this Catherine Wheel Tonight we’re playing doctor, yeah bunny! And you might bleed for real Well I’m… Ecstactic in vain, attractive sinner ! Cause I’m your Great Inquisitor Here’s the red line, babe ! You’ve crossed the redline There’s a hundred ways of torture For your favorite tormentor Don’t blame me if I crack the whip ! We’re the redliners ! On a bonfire !
3.
Last Call 02:09
Wake up, wake up ! The old phone’s ringing… Magic’s on its way ! Let me be your two tone wizard for one day… Leave all your stress behind, dad ! Change your frame of mind ! No need for groaning and moaning there’s a world outside... Last call before takeoff Skatatonic trip To the Land of Oz Breathe in… And don’t hang up on me, this time ! Iron your tie, fix your suspenders The clips once broke on your bad manners But daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy you’re sixty today Don’t think twice, we’ll probably fly From Coventry to Camden Town Hold the line, till we’re back in 1981 Last call before takeoff Skatatonic trip To the Land of Oz Breathe in… Hocus, Pocus on the spot ! Abracadabra on the hilltops ! Daddy, welcome back to the realm of afterbeats ! Take this hat and don your check socks ! We’re going to party round the clock ! Tonight you might well end up on your knees ! Don’t hang up on me, this time !
4.
Tic Toc 03:30
Guess what ?!! Your pussy cat’s time-lagged And led me to act like a lunatic attacked by thousands of circular memories Digging a gap, digging a gap, digging a deep gap … deep gap ! Your drip mats, your joystick, your nic nacs Have nothing to do here Take’ em all, take’ em back Leave the weird clock you got for your granddad Need its tic toc, tic toc tic toc … tic toc … company… It’s, it’s eleven sixty We’ve got one minute for good resolutions Before the next clock revolution Tic toc, black hole, white light, mystic flash I’m your homestay superhero, your personal Donnie Darko I’m your savour, I’m your nurse, you’re the only universe For which I’d stick to my tactic… toc tic It’s, it’s eleven sixty-one No more seconds for good resolutions Before the next odd revelation Tic toc, tic toc, sudden clash I’m stuck in a realm where it’s never too never... I’m stuck in a realm where it’s never too never... I’m stuck in a realm where it’s never too never... I’m stuck in a realm where it’s never too never too late!
5.
Lucy 03:46
Lucy, Lucy Tell me, darling, what’s going on ? Your body’s lying naked on the sand It’s juicy, juicy like your reds lips They carry on Whispering lyrics I don’t understand How come we flew like two missiles from the office to paradise As you can see, the locals look nice : They praise your big big booties and breasts Please, babe, head for the palm trees, I’m sure they’re cannibals! Forget your high heels and your left eye lens. No doubt they’ll eat you first, you’re rosy, wild and blond. Leave the beach as quickly as you can ! What if the boss and your husband knew ? Even cannibals don’t approve As we’re roasting on their barbecue I must confess there was only you Dream on ! Only you… Dream on ! Give in to the chief on a Jivaroan bed He won’t need to shrink your head Mine is already back to his desk I sense this story was meaningless… Wallpaper dreams on my laptop screen Wallpaper daydreams ! What a silly ending !
6.
Allright 04:13
Hurry up ! Your wish is about to sink to the bottom of your pint of stout Slow down ! You’re skating off tracks You’d better book a cruise, a trip away from your cracks yeah !!! It’s Tuesday, the week’s getting wild I’m stuck in the underground with zombies all around We’re on the starting line when some colleagues of mine Ask my bout my life : ‘‘Is it all right ?’’ Yes, it’s all right… All right… All right…All right… It’s 6 p.m. I’m struggling with the washing up and babies’cries The fallen pastas are like reptiles creeping on the green ceramic tiles She needs a clutter-free space qnd a steady Feng Shui place Plus a handyman to colour her cold days Let me breathe, let me sleep, I’m sick of obscene futilities But it’s all right, All right… All right…All right… I choke in the shower just before the rush hour Expecting last spring like a P.K. Dick’s offspring You long for a wedding but I’m not the Lord of one Ring I face all the storms of your wild mood swings Maybe I was hooked in vain (all right) I exhausted myself in your flames (all right) Weak and bleary-eyed (all right) We mixed losses with love at first sight (all right) Bitch, this marriage hearse (all right) Is beyond our family purse (all right) Let’s break up with a fight (all right) For an ultimate tango night (all right) Bored with you, honey and your daddy and your mummy I’m bored with your dog and your goddamn money Cause modern life is rubbish, it’s a gate with no key So hear me say : “No more No more No more honkey donkey !” No more “All right” “All right” “All right” No more “All right” “All right” “All right”
7.
Drink your memories dry or on the rocks But don’t shed tears on my silver jukebox ! Ten lives hide in my vinyl sighs And the more we swing, the more you remind me… My foxtrot bimbo Young Steve is collecting pin-up girls from a distant past While Eve is dancing trapped in a magic sandglass Need a good vibe for our vintage tribe Let’s travel in time and move on ragtime Smile, please ! Back to the thirties… With the same old crash in Wall Street Sway your hips, foxtrot bimbo ! Bite her lips, skinhead weirdo ! From Berlin to Paris, till both collapse Let’s worship Adolphe, Adolphe… Sax ! It’s brand new… And old-fashioned stuff on the gramophone Me and you twisting on decades like rolling stones Need a good vibe for our vintage tribe Let’s travel in time and move on ragtime Smile, please ! Back to the thirties… With the same old crash in Wall Street Drink your memories dry or on the rocks But don’t shed tears on my silver jukebox ! You know it’s nice to travel in time, But understand it ends like La la Land good bye My foxtrot bimbo
8.
Today 02:18
So you think there’s a way up You got a masterplan And you claim Our peace talks are still underway I’m not erased Who’s the prey ? Who’s the vampire ? We’re bogged down in a quagmire Please, please, play me out ! Lead me astray ! Dear, we still bathe in lies we’re like pantomimes whose destinies go separate ways We’ve reached that roundabout no need to turn around I sense at the heart I’m your target Today I’ve come to turn the page There’s no third act Today, It’s too late to care See you in the corners of a Karpman’s triangle See you on a vessel drawing vicious crop circles Voodoo Captain Voodoo Captain Voodoo Captain Voodoo Captain Doing things to leave me drop dead Today I’ve come to turn the page There’s no third act Today, It’s too late to care
9.
Who am I ? A funny priest knocking on your door ! Girl, I’ve got a new gospel to praise the Lord Just follow what I say ! You must read it everyday And add a refrain to your goddamn prayers Shalalala, shalalala That’s how I found my way to the Church of Ska Shalalala, shalalala I found my way to the Church of Ska Dry your tears on my cassock, kneel down on a chair ! You won’t be touched by Grace, while going up the stairs Your path is made of black and while tiles But redemption is long. It might take a little while! Shalalala, shalalala That’s how I found my way to the Church of Ska Shalalala, shalalala I found my way to the Church of Ska At first there was no hope so was the beginning Then God sent some notes that I could sing Praise the Holy Lord’s long vocal chords Vibrating around the dancing folks God’s a supercop. He spun the devil like a top. Join us ! Let him in ! You’ll see, he rocks ! Shalalala, shalalala That’s how I found my way to the Church of Ska Shalalala, shalalala I found my way to the Church of Ska At first there was no ground, no floor for a feast Then God made a sound and I moved my feet Shalalala, shalalala I found my way to the Church of Ska
10.
Jane 03:11
Jane ! I’ve got a big box , I’ve got a big surprise I gotta get you what you like It’s from a joke shop You need to smile so I hope you’ll be satisfied I’ve dried your tears since the day you broke up Your GI Joe won’t dare to show up Forget this tragic storyline with confettis and serpentines I swear you’ll be mesmerized, so mesmerized among candle lights And though I’m not romantic It’s gonna be a real party Poor Jane No charming prince has ever crossed your way Poor Jane Sobbing under fireworks display We’ll defy gravity…….. for sure Turn your kitchen into a… dancefloor We’re gonna woogie woogie boogie Drunk and silly So please don’t grieve on New Year’s Eve ! In the box you’ll find a mirror ball Its colours are good for your soul I wanna be, wanna be your disco partner The perfect guy for a Friday Night Fever Poor Jane Remove your glasses, be sexy for one day Poor Jane You’re gorgeous ! It’s the least I can say…

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released March 13, 2022

Elisabeth Cadiat – Alto & Barytone Sax / Backing Vocals
André Fassin – Keyboards / Electronic Shenanigans
Franck Welliquet – Drums & Percussion / Backing Vocals
Yves Legros – Electric & Acoustic Guitars / Backing Vocals
The Kuck – Lead vocals / Backing Vocals
Bill C. Sputterman – Bass & Contrabass / Backing Vocals
Pierre Malempré – Trumpet
Frédéric Wanlin – Trombone & Bass Tuba
Luc Dejardin – Lapsteel Guitar

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Recorded & mixed by C.Bomgard @ Little Farm Records

Cover Art by Myriam Moray

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Guess What Liège, Belgium

Bien décidé à remuer les popotins et à disséminer la bonne humeur, Guess What est un sextet prodiguant ska, rock, funk et tutti quanti ! La tendance n'est plus à se définir un style précis, mais bien à assurer sur scène un show qui ne décevrait pas le plus taciturne des spectateurs.
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