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N. Inhaler
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Singer/songwriter, Indie self-recorded: Wm Perry writes & performs tight, well-crafted songs. Honest & not boring, sometimes disturbing, with jangled-y edges. T
"I approach the writing of songs as if it's the only tool I have, with which to do something I don't understand." BIOGRAPHY: Failed. Kept moving. Your typical starving artist story. BFA from the Art Institute of Chicago, followed by several years in the Sign Industry. Front man in a multitude of short-lived bands, playing in clubs and warehouses in Chicago and LA's artsy, marginal war-zone neighborhoods. Now solo artist, self-recording. Bought a cheap, old house on Craig's List (without seeing it first!) and moved from Chicago to Cincinnati, an "economic refugee" you could say. Now completing renovations that make four floors of combined living/studio space and working on new music.
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Genre
Alternative Indie
Author
William McGuffey Perry
Rights
Wm Perry
Uploaded
March 24, 2011
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:22
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N. Inhaler - William McGuffey Perry With a nutrasweet inhaler I was talking to the writing on the wall On the surface of the table I was writing random numbers I could dial I hummed a short installer And I staggered with the debt I did not care to gamble But I didn’t know that yet From the car park to the cooling unit Up upon the roof I’d open every door you might have Stopped at or gone through With a new 9-volt persuader I read into the paint job on the wall With a sheet of thermal paper And a match I drew a picture of the fog With a nutrasweet inhaler You lay sweating clenching up your jaw I said pass the damn thing over (pass the damn thing over) I can’t find you in the eyepiece (I can’t find you in the eyepiece) anymore From the car park to the cooling unit Up upon the roof I’d open every door you might have Stopped at or gone through With no thought or view of backwards I was climbing up the wiring in the wall Though I was lying on the carpet Curled into a ball I took a tamperproof container And I dropped it down the hole I could still hear the echos From out here in the null From the car park to the cooling unit Up upon the roof I’d open every door you might have Stopped at or gone through
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