Adultery was released in 2006 through Rotten Records, as their 6th studio album (5th, if you don't include the extremely limited release of Erotic Massage and their live album, The City is Alive Tonight). Baltimoreβs Dog Fashion Disco call it βMovie Metalβ and have not only outdone themselves, but have created a concept record to fold, spindle, and mutilate all of the aural senses. Adultery delves into the life of an ordinary suburban family man and walks you through his folding to his own dark demons. Lock Quentin Tarantino, Charles Bukowski and Humphrey Bogart in a room with guitars, drums and a few bottles of Absinthe and what you would find closely resembles the genius of Adultery.
Dog Fashion Disco released a statement on their myspace on the 5th Of December 2006, stating that they were calling the end of their run. Their "final" show was played on January 13, 2007, although since then they have "reunited" on multiple occasions for Polkadot Cadaver shows to play some songs.
Todd Smith, Jasan Stepp and John Ensminger of Dog Fashion Disco moved onto their project Polkadot Cadaver, and have released one album and have another one in the works thus far. The style of Polkadot Cadaver is similar to DFD in many ways.
In 2014, DFD decided that being broken up was dumb, and started an Indiegogo campaign to raise money for a new album. The fans ponied up in a big way, and the band raised just over $85,000. With that amount of money being raised, DFD are able to record 2 albums, make a big budget video, and do a small tour of the U.K., for the first time in a long while. The new album, Sweet Nothings, is being released July 22nd, 2014 via Rotten Records.
Their latest album is 'Experiments in Embryos', released July 7th, 2018, through RazorToWrist is available through the Apple music, Spotify, Amazon, and iTunes.
Castaway
Dog Fashion Disco Lyrics
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The waves crash and echo inside my head
Approaching out in the distance
A ship of slaves to bury the dead
This island is a pirson
Of futile desparation
From hunger and calamity
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
Under the moon out in the sea
What could be out there waiting for me
I swirl the current it pulls me under
I feel the water filling my lungs
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
Shades below pluto
Floating in limbo
Orcus and father of phlegethon
The fury and fire
Anointing the worms
Writhing in semen and blood
Visions of heavenly celestial beings in love
Illusion crucified a witness below so above
Lost are the souls that wade in a molten sea
Beg for forgiveness from a supreme deity
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
The first few lines of Dog Fashion Disco's "Castaway" take us to a desolate island where a person is stranded. Sitting on the shore, listening to the waves crashing and echoing in their head, the singer sees a ship approaching. At first, it seems like a possible rescue, but as the ship comes closer, the realization hits that it's not a rescue but rather a ship of slaves to bury the dead. The island becomes a prison of desperation, with the hope of rescue getting more and more distant. The singer slips into dreams from hunger and desperation.
In the second verse, the years have passed, and the person has become a relic of suicide. The island has become a tomb waiting for something to wash up. They feel lost under the moon out in the sea, wondering what could be waiting for them. The current pulls them under, and they feel water filling their lungs. The lines "The years became mummified, waiting for what may wash up in the tide" show a sense of stagnation and loss of hope.
In the third verse, there's a sudden shift in the lyrics' tone. Shades below Pluto, floating in limbo, Orcus, and father of Phlegethon, and imagery of floating worms and celestial beings in love, make the lyrics feel almost surreal. The lyrics are cryptic and full of metaphors, leaving room for individual interpretation. The mood of the song turns darker, as the singer talks about lost souls begging for forgiveness from a supreme deity. The chorus of the song repeats itself, emphasizing the desperation of the singer's situation.
Line by Line Meaning
Sitting upon the shore
I am stranded on an island and sitting by the beach
The waves crash and echo inside my head
The sound of the waves is loud and repetitive, filling my thoughts
Approaching out in the distance
I can see something coming towards me from afar
A ship of slaves to bury the dead
A vessel filled with captives tasked to dispose of corpses
This island is a prison
My surroundings are a confinement from which I cannot escape
Of futile desperation
The struggles I face here are hopeless and senseless
From hunger and calamity
The lack of food and other disasters brought me to this state
I slip into dreams
I retreat to a world of imagination and illusions to escape reality
The years became mummified
The passage of time has left me stagnant and unchanging
A relic of suicide
I am a remnant of my own self-destruction
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
I wait for something unexpected to appear and change my fate
Under the moon out in the sea
I am outside, beneath the moon and on the ocean
What could be out there waiting for me
I wonder what possibilities exist beyond my current situation
I swirl the current, it pulls me under
I am caught in a current that drags me down
I feel the water filling my lungs
I am drowning and losing my ability to breathe
Shades below pluto
The underworld realm below the planet Pluto
Floating in limbo
Suspended in a state of uncertainty and indecision
Orcus and father of phlegethon
References to mythological figures of the underworld
The fury and fire
Intense anger and flames
Anointing the worms
Covering the bodies of the deceased with oils or liquids
Writhing in semen and blood
The dead bodies are in a state of violent and grotesque decay
Visions of heavenly celestial beings in love
I have illusions of divine lovers in a higher realm
Illusion crucified a witness below so above
The dream or illusion is hauntingly present and tangible
Lost are the souls that wade in a molten sea
Those who are condemned to this fiery sea are beyond saving or redemption
Beg for forgiveness from a supreme deity
They plead for mercy and pardon from a divine authority
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
Despite being lost and uncertain, I still hold onto hope for a better outcome
Lyrics Β© EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MURRAY WILLIAM BURNS, PAUL STEPHEN DUNNINGHAM, STEPHEN ANTHONY GILPIN, BARRY BRUCE STANTON
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C0pperSc0rpi0n
Sitting upon the shore
The waves crash and echo inside my head
Approaching out in the distance
A ship of slaves to bury the dead
This island is a pirson
Of futile desparation
From hunger and calamity
I slip into dreams
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
Under the moon out in the sea
What could be out there waiting for me
I swirl the current it pulls me under
I feel the water filling my lungs
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
Shades below pluto
Floating in limbo
Orcus and father of phlegethon
The fury and fire
Anointing the worms
Writhing in semen and blood
Visions of heavenly celestial beings in love
Illusion crucified a witness below so above
Lost are the souls that wade in a molten sea
Beg for forgiveness from a supreme deity
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
C0pperSc0rpi0n
Sitting upon the shore
The waves crash and echo inside my head
Approaching out in the distance
A ship of slaves to bury the dead
This island is a pirson
Of futile desparation
From hunger and calamity
I slip into dreams
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
Under the moon out in the sea
What could be out there waiting for me
I swirl the current it pulls me under
I feel the water filling my lungs
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
Shades below pluto
Floating in limbo
Orcus and father of phlegethon
The fury and fire
Anointing the worms
Writhing in semen and blood
Visions of heavenly celestial beings in love
Illusion crucified a witness below so above
Lost are the souls that wade in a molten sea
Beg for forgiveness from a supreme deity
The years became mummified
A relic of suicide
The years became mummified
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
What may wash up in the tide
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
I'm lost though hopeful I'll find a way
Let It Be Known
Dog Fashion Disco makes me feel funny in my Fruit Of The Looms!!!π
Percifax
I fucking love this song and I love my cat bro
Levana
Dude good for you and your cat
Terrortory Cadaver
Love it still
Mr. Cego
SΓ³ tenho pena q se conseguissemos q viessem a uma reuniΓ£o a Portugal eramos sΓ³ prai 20 a ir ve-los..
Sev
E fazia-se um festΓ£o do caralho na mesma
Kyle Horvat
I want your opinion I have this song on my Halloween playlist no it's not Halloween song but it does fit
Hastur Unknowable
Years became mummified!
Nunya McBusiness
A relic of suicide