Lyrics

Our lyrics are written by our singer, Ryan White— a cisgender male— and they are often from the point of view of a female as a means of turning points of view upside down. By no means are they a statement for or against feminism or gender studies, but rather a simple creative exercise in stepping outside of yourself as a lyricist to see how close you can write to a myriad of personalities that you could never fully understand. In this way, the lyrics are strictly observational, but nevertheless always flawed or warped in their execution.

As the band name itself is a nod to cheesy 60's b-movie titles, the idea that the woman in this hypothetical film is now the hero saving the man-sel in distress is the starting point for this type of lyrical experimentation. Although not all Chick Quest songs are this clearly thematic, those that are are often swapping pronouns around, or merely amplified when sang by a man's voice.

Model View Controller

  1. Model View Controller

    In the model view controller
    Life’s divided, organized
    It’s easy to see your thoughts
    pulled from a database

    Illusion of entrapment equals doom.

    Misinformed and confused
    I’m given options I think I choose
    The glow of what I can view
    is worshiped as truth
    I’m doomed
    Let’s ride

  2. The Afterlife

    Meanwhile...

    The lady on the TV's singing how much she loves him as if she means it
    Dramatic slow-mo Turkish guy is clenching his fists to show he feels it
    Everything's emotional and serious
    Everything's emotional and serious
    You buy what you eye and try to model your style off the afterlife.

    I’m only gonna dance if I have heard of this song because I can’t feel it
    I’m only gonna dance if I have heard of this song because I can’t feel it
    Give them all an anthem to believe in
    Give them all an anthem to believe in
    The repetitious Sisyphus is looping the hits in the afterlife.

    I’m looking around, I'm thinking about it
    I’m breaking it down, I’m waiting for cues
    They’re dancing around, I’m thinking about it
    Stop… ok!

    Here’s another four dudes in a rawk band
    Here’s another love song for your right hand
    The repetitious Sisyphus is looping the hits in the afterlife.

    I’m only gonna dance if I’ve heard of this song before.
    I’m only gonna dance if I’ve heard of this song before.
    Singing messiahs
    Pensive objection
    Faces are gazing
    in random directions
    I’m waiting for the day when we can make our escape out of the afterlife.

    I’m looking around, I'm thinking about it
    I’m breaking it down, I’m waiting for cues
    They’re dancing around, I’m thinking about it
    Stop.

  3. Down in a Crypt

    Down in a crypt my life depicts
    All the gloom and macabre in a Karloff flick.
    The gray malaise has spent all its days
    And now it’s time for something that will raze this phase.

    Down in a crypt my love gets stripped
    Under the sex and the ground where the rhythm’s kept.
    The raw, untamed, incandescent profane
    Lose control of their soul in this arcane domain.

    Down in the shit, the nit and the grit
    Where moving like a human means you dance a bit,
    The epidermis sweats and the heart’s divine
    While shaking to a Belgrade bomb in common time.

    Cyrillic skeleton dance
    Cyrillic skeleton trance
    I cannot speak your language but I know know know that I’m home.

  4. One Dead End Leads to Another

    Don’t get angry
    Don’t get sad
    Just behave

    Not an exit
    Vanilla future
    Lost decade
    Changed overnight
    A different body
    A deeper meaning
    The sun is rising
    The brain is haunted still

    Because take the long way backwards
    Going up to go down
    Straight on the path goes around around around around
    till there’s no path, only ground
    Feed on sense of escape
    Feed on sense of escape
    One dead end leads to another
    One dead end leads to another
    Call it confusion
    Or call it movement

    Premonition
    False alarms
    Same sidewalks
    No longer friends
    Exhaust all options
    Recurring dream
    A laundry list of
    Threats and promises

    So take the long way backwards
    Going up to go down
    Straight on the path goes around around around around
    till there’s no path, only ground
    Get away from the news
    Get away from the news
    One dead end leads to another
    One dead end leads to another
    Call it confusion
    Or call it movement

    So take the long way backwards
    Going up to go down
    Take the long way backwards
    Going up to go down
    Feed on sense of escape
    Feed on sense of escape
    One dead end leads to another
    One dead end leads to another

  5. Identity Crisis in the Grocery Store

    A myriad of thoughts go rummaging through my brain
    Saying “What are you doing? What are you doing?”
    I’m tired of being so nice when the norms don’t do the same.
    What am I doing? What am I doing?
    The feelings in my heart are trying to move my legs
    But get tangled every time and just end up in my head.
    Hey Miss, you alright? Hey girl you alright?
    Then what are you doing? What are you doing?
    Dramatic pause.
    Spotlighting.
    Produce aisle.
    I asked you a question.

    “I’m. Trying. To walk. Right out the door.”

    I can be the man that holds your pretty little hand
    They’ll say, “What are you doing?? What do you think you’re doing??
    You’re just a stupid girl who’s confused, don’t understand.
    So then what are you doing??  What are you doing??”
    Hesitant pause.
    Empty stare.
    Cereal aisle.
    Is anyone in there?

    Gone... right out the door.

  6. Savant Garde

    How many brain cells?  Don’t need to think about it.
    The perfect galaxy?  Don’t need to think about it.
    Most vivid color?  Don’t need to think about it.
    I’ll write a think piece!  Don’t need to think about it.

    I’m gonna check you out.
    I’m gonna check you out.
    I’m gonna check you out.
    I’m wanna check you out out out out alright.

    The king has spoken: everything that you're doing is wrong
    Don’t feel the notion of emotion that is there in the song
    Your UV needle zigzag noise marathon
    Ain't at the forefront of cool junk that I’ve hit upon
    The hypocritics come out, don’t need to think about it
    Your punk offends me somehow, don't need to think about it
    Circle jerk scene appends all the trends and then
    Pretends to know their value even though the value offends.

    How many major chords?  Don’t need to think about it.
    Rows in my database?  Don’t need to think about it.
    What’s in a masterpiece?  Don’t need to think about it.
    I’ll square the circle!  Don’t need to think about it.

  7. Exit Strategy

    Help me
    I’m stuck inside this airport
    My friends are ghosts

    Sundays
    Bones grinding slowly to a halt
    Job’s a mess

    Traffic
    There's lightning caught inside this jar
    No escape from the doom

    The girl in the magazine has it all.
    Beaches and French cuisine, vomit sprawl.
    We wish you all the luck on your journey.

    Meanwhile
    A feeling something’s gone awry
    Self esteem dream

    No time
    The city breathes another sigh
    Letting go

    Cornered
    I’ve been living like wallpaper
    Things have changed for the strange

    The girl in the magazine has it all.
    I’m sorry if this is mean: won’t miss you all.
    We wish you all the luck on your journey.
    Have a nice day.

  8. Brand New Crush

    I got a brand new crush
    An exciting new conquest
    I got a brand new crush
    A man who reads his Hermann Hesse
    While sipping tea to X-Ray Spex.

    I got a brand new crush
    He’s completely erudite
    I creep the colors on his lips
    for a fix when the thought of him inflicts
    I emulate his finger tips
    and dream he’ll be my little bitch someday

    I got a brand new crush!
    I know I’ve said it all before
    You leggy girls are all the same
    Pretty tame, your pretty makeup’s pretty lame
    I’m a rabid walking fantasy
    I came to kill before I leave.
    I shaved my legs for this.

    Throw him around like a little doll
    in a clash of dress up gender roles
    He can be my beauty queen
    Never heard but always seen
    Never heard but just obscene

    I got a brand new crush
    I’m gonna check him out
    Riding shotgun in a stare
    Like a deer, love sux if he’s not here
    There’s eye candy everywhere
    but honestly I just don’t care because

    I got a brand new crush!
    The feeling keeps me up at night
    You bitchy girls are all the same
    Pretty tame, your pretty makeup’s pretty lame
    I’m a rabid walking fantasy
    I came to kill before I leave.
    I shaved my legs for this.

    Throw him around like a little doll
    in a clash of dress up gender roles
    He can be my beauty queen
    Never heard but always seen
    Never heard but just obscene

    I got a brand new crush
    I got a brand new crush
    I got a brand new crush
    I got a brand new crush
    I’m dangerous, I’m assertive, I will cut you, let me tell you, let me tell you all about my my my my my brand new crush!

  9. Chase Scene

    Motorcycle helmet
    Number 7 on each side
    Bullets hitting hand rails
    Drifting through red lights
    The villain’s got an eye patch
    A skull for the clutch
    Overused tropes give away the scene
    as they smash through some glass carried across the street.
    But I am not your cliche.

    Technicolor menace
    Ramming like a porno
    Detour through the market
    Punch the goon through the window
    Break through the gate to the flood canal
    Make the escape when the plot’s run out
    Why do you hear these scenes and then
    assume the roles are played by men?
    Because that is the real cliche.

  10. The Mission is Failing

Vs. Galore

  1. Somebody Call a Doctor

    The words on your tongue make a heartbeat run amok
    and every single night I'm fighting from inside a shadow
    that’s moving like a ghost down in between your walls and alleys
    and tapering at the end the moment's gone gone gone.

    You're angry because this isn't what you want.
    The boring city people are a haunt.
    How many more lives have you got?
    I can't say I know.

    A bitter stream of thoughts are pouring out like leaky memories
    in undulating hemorrhages of friendship miscarriages
    or a giant big hand from the closet of the damned
    that pulls you back pulls you back into a bad dream.

  2. Girl on Fire

    Girl on fire make my heart skip beats just like a stone
    Girl on fire make my heart skip beats just like a stone
    Obedient to chaos scared to pieces at the thought of left alone
    Girl on fire like an old friend that's lost and gone for good
    Girl on fire like a fantasy that's lost and gone for good

    Girl made of metal, made of makeup, made of norms
    Slip out the back door (somehow), girl confused and tangled like a storm
    You see it now, you see it now, and then it's gone for good
    You see her now, you see her now, and then she's gone for good
    But the look, the feel— the girl was never really there at all.

  3. Vengeance is Fun

    Our heroine on the brink of revenge
    The dust in her brow, landscape in her eyes
    I’m not your toy, don't throw me around
    Hand on her hips, still as the sun, menace stares at his gun

    Bang bang bang not bad for a slut
    Bang bang bang it's that time of the month
    Bang bang bang girl keep your head up
    Dance fucker dance because enough is enough

    The man is a cat wearing blacker than black
    Insidious words that are wearing a hat
    Under your thumb, stuck in a trap
    Bird's eye view, establishing shot, hand on her hips, the men are shocked

  4. Sounds Like Bruce!

  5. I'm Tired of Pretty Girls

    I'm tired of pretty girls around my man.
    Pulling out her hair like I'm pulling up the weeds.
    Wedding ring or not, wedding ring or not.
    Let this be a warning to you all.

    I'm tired of pretty girls around my man.
    Don't think I don't know what you all are doing.
    Another glass of wine, another glass of wine.
    Don't think I don't know what you all are doing.
    Your subtlety is rank, you pretentious little skanks
    Let this be a lesson to you all.

    I'm tired of pretty girls around my man.
    Ich hab genug von schönen Mädls um meinen Mann.

  6. Schatzi

    Ich hab ein Mädl dem man gut gefallen kann.
    Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut necken kann.
    Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut lecken kann.
    Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut schmecken kann.
    Ich kenn ein Mädl das man frühstücken kann.
    Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut verstecken kann.
    Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut bekleckern kann.

    Das ist nicht möglich!
    Du musst ein Ausländer sein!

    Warum siehst du so gelangweilt aus?
    Sicherheit schläft sanft dort zuhaus.

  7. Explain Yourself to a Bat

    It's like a talking bat
    An ominous sensation
    Voices in the night
    That bring me information
    It's like a talking bat

    Stare into its eyes and see exactly what is lurking in your soul.

    It’s like an angry brick
    Flying through the air
    From the corner of your eye
    Puts the windshield in your hair
    It’s like a talking bat

    Stare into these eyes girl
    Tell us what you see
    Take a good hard look, girl
    Tell us what you see
    It's like a talking bat

    It's a little like a bomb
    A feeling in your chest
    A wild pack of dogs
    Driving the U6
    It's exactly like a bomb

    Stare into its eyes and see exactly what is lurking in your soul.

  8. Fashion Fascist

    Tight pants, cigarette hands, fashion faux show, contrapposto.
    I’ve got a million dollar magazine mind from Milano.
    I’ve got a million dollar magazine mind from Milano.

    I want wanton walking under a face like a bulldozer that won’t stop talking.
    I want to tell you something important but I really know nothing.
    I want to tell you something interesting but I think you’re boring.

    That bitch she stole my look.
    I worked to bring it back.
    I followed what I saw
    But I don’t look like the ad.
    Beauty is a deity I never can seem to please.

    Gimme your sex!
    Gimme your sex!
    No sign of sex despite the slutty dress, why not?
    I put the makeup on but my new identity is still shirking.
    I’m going through the motions but the magic is not working.

    Wear those clothes, break your back, give me looks.
    Bite your tongue, buy new face, all better now.
    Bin ich Frau? Bin ich Tier? Bin ich Biest?

    Diese Heels steckten mich in eine Box, aber ich glaube, dass ich es so mag.
    I'm having such a moment need to photograph myself on the sidewalk.
    I'm serious and I’m candid because it's life and I think my life’s a catwalk.

  9. Monkey No Dance For No One

  10. You Have a Future in Television

    Television says to be quiet and to wait wait wait
    Television says I'll be lonely if I do it my way
    Trying new things
    Wear the new clothes
    Sending signs, fireworks,
    Everything but bomb threats
    Heart bleeds so wet might need a tourniquet
    How is it possible he never ever gets it??

    Television says I'm not her and I'm probably to blame
    I don't wanna be alone so better play along with the game
    Dance with other girls
    Puts me in the grave
    Black eyes, true love
    I could be his number one
    Build myself up just to be let down
    Go to the mirror cry cry cry cry now
    Television says I'm not her and I'm probably to blame

    I want for you to ask me to dance
    I want for you to ask me to dance
    It kills to watch and sit on my hands
    I want for you to ask me to dance
    I wore this dress for you and you haven't noticed me
    I wore this dress for you and you haven't noticed me
    Something must be wrong
    Something must be wrong
    Something must be wrong
    Wrong wrong wrong wrong

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