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This Came First

by Wiping out Thousands

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Wiping out Thousands debut full-length album, "This Came First" released 10.23.2012 is now available for free / pay what you want.

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released 23 October 2012

Music by Alaine Dickman and Taylor Nelson
Lyrics by Alaine Dickman
Electronic Production by Wiping out Thousands // Additional Recording by Adam Tucker at Signaturetone Recording
Mastered by Adam Tucker at Signaturetone Recording

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Wiping out Thousands Minneapolis, Minnesota

WoT derives it's name from the Alvin Toffler novel "Future Shock."

Like a tidal wave consuming a densely-populated island of sentient robots, Wiping out Thousands’ brand of electro - equal parts abrasive and gorgeous - reaches out from their home base of Minneapolis to the far corners of the grimy neon futurescape of tomorrow. ... more

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Track Name: More Than Five Million
For years I’ve wondered why
We’ve let be what we have seen.
The Gods’, the Gods’ eyes,
We’re not hallucinating.

For years I’ve trusted rain,
The aging patterns of the skies,
But all we have to gain is untrue denial.

Creaking wind through velvet lips,
Melted, warm and stripped skin.
Written threats are in the sand,
More than five million.

Deeper than the surface,
Their eyes are sinking in,
Staining lights with shadows
They’re more than five million.
Track Name: Feed
You see that, that firm,
Salivation, floating, from me.
From my, body.
I see you, have been,
Swallowing, every layer,
Of my body.

All empty spaces,
Are filled so high,
When you feed me.

I have found, found that
Obsessing, obsessing,
Over you is,
Is quite healthy.

You can not hide your
Ancient need,
To follow, me.
The feel to,
To feel me.
All empty spaces,
Are filled so high,
When you feed me.
Track Name: Creation
I am coming slowly,
Chipping through a life in a shell.
I am coming slowly,
Avoiding all the angles of my capturer’s eyes.

I am swimming with caution,
Avoiding all the angles of my capturer’s cries.

I’m not your creation.

Pressure is growing,
Beneath my scales.
My blood flows over zip lines,
Inside of me.

Pressure is growing,
Within my scales.
I’m not your creation,
You can not name me again.

I’m not your creation.
Track Name: Below Tripping
If we were all neighbors,

Would there be right and left? 

Certainly, but nothing to do with politics.

We would find each other.

There would be men and women and their children.

There could even be God, certainly in fact, but only a God for that man and that child, and one for each of us.

A yard for everyone’s family.

Baseball on every block, tennis on every other.

Kittens and cows and horses.

Bright and dark clouds full of heavy rain,

Wind and sun together, shade under rustling leaves.

In the houses, bright warm kitchens and living rooms for intimate memories of childhood.

For sitting on father’s lap, rocking away tears.
Track Name: Hips
Could you invite me to your underground?
Take me to your inverted dome.
Could you invite me to your underworld?
Or let the spirits through to roam?

Can you accept this flower offering?
Provide me with a fruitful day.
Can you accept this piglet offering?
And keep the boundaries maintained.

I know I’m not the only one asking you, babe.
I am only asking for three days a year, babe.

Could you invite me to your underground?
Take me to your inverted dome.
Could you invite me to your underworld?
Or let the spirits through to roam?

I will provide you with a pregnant snow,
Call upon the Reparator.
Block all disease or add warmth for growth,
I will pay you any fare.

Could you invite me to your underground.
Could you invite me to your underworld.

I know I’m not the only one asking you, babe.
I am only asking for three days a year, babe.
Track Name: Beach
I’ve caught onto you in a midtown beach, won’t let you leak out.

I’ve been looking for you,
To tell me when I fall you’ll fly.
I’ve been looking for you,
To tell me that my better half will have this life.

I’ve caught onto you in a midtown beach, won’t let you leak out.

I’ve been looking for you,
To tell me when I fall you’ll fly.
I’ve been looking for you,
To tell me that my better half will have this life.

I’ve been thinking of you.
You called me at home last night.
I’ve been thinking of you,
And what you claimed when I blamed you for wrecking my life.

I’ve caught onto you in a midtown beach, won’t let you leak out.
Track Name: As We Sink A Foot Deeper Into The Earth
Away from me,
Mother blue I see,
Glowing straight to me.

Away from me,
Mother blue I see,
Glowing towards me.

(Away)

Away from me,
Father blue I feel.

Away from me,
Father blue I feel.
We were born for each.
We were born for each.

Away.