Model View Controller

Track Listing & Lyrics

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

Recording Credits

Produced by Ryan White.

Recorded at Listencareful Studios in early June, 2016. Additional recording took place at Fraurauh Studios and the Musikschule in Treiskirchen from June to August, 2016. Mixed and mastered by Alexander Lausch at Listencareful Studios, Vienna, Austria.

All words and music written by Ryan Stark White (BMI).
Album cover design by Ryan White.

Chick Quest are:
Ryan White: vocals, guitars, keyboards & synths, percussion, effects
Iris Rauh: drums
Magdalena Kraev: bass
Marcus Racz: trumpet, keyboards & synths, piano, percussion

Additional help:
Tristan Bath: effects, keyboards

Special Thanks to:
Alexander Lausch, John Silver, Tristan Bath

More information can be found at www.chickquest.com.

Thank you for listening. Trust no one.