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From The Parapet
02:02
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Could you spare a dime for some old fashioned so-and-so?
Do you have the time for a casualty of rock and roll?
It seemed so fun to try it
But if you break it then you buy it
It's just the way it goes
You were just a little girl before a funhouse mirror
Trying to make sense of the war before the smoke had even cleared
Are you sorry yet?
Shout it from the parapet
So everybody knows
With no delay, 'cause it's the way that it goes
And like a work of art, all the suitors for your heart
Have finally come to blows
So don't try to stay
It's just the way that it goes
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Gracie
02:48
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The first thing you should know is this song's not about you
Never was about you
And yes it shares some similarities to things we went through
But it's not about you
It was just some words to say, probably swap them anyway
For something more morose
It wasn't meant to be some unflattering diary
Entry to expose
Are you better off in bed? Are you halfway to the floor?
Is there motion to explore this tragicomedy?
Are you turning off the light? Shall I softly close the door?
You can sleep it off now
Say goodnight, Gracie
If I have some awkward questions, they're only for a friend
I'm just asking for a friend
It isn't something that matters much to me, you understand
It's only for a friend
It was just for conversation, for your kind consideration
In case it doesn't show
But now it's getting heated, I'll thank you not to repeat it
To anyone you know
(Chorus)
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Her Majesty's Garden
03:55
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Oh no, she hates to be alone
And a house is not a home for the lonely
She lives with stories never told
And the secrets that she holds are hers only
She never speaks of the lord of the manor, who's scarcely been seen
And she keeps to herself in the world she's created
And the guards are all anxious to be reinstated
Over the garden wall...
But the queen will never show
And no one may ever know
Why flowers never grow in her majesty's garden
And though there is no drought
The rumors are all about
What she's got buried out in her majesty's garden
She smiles but her lips will never part
She's the master of the art of deception
Aristocrats who travel to her door
Are just another for her collection
She always answers every question in a roundabout way
She fixes a tall one and tries to relax
From an afternoon out spent covering her tracks
(chorus)
I like to imagine her traveling the world
Weekends in Spain or Japan
Cocktail receptions and making connections
Trying to please her old man
(Has anyone seen the old man?)
(chorus)
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Ever Be (interlude)
01:21
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Will all the love in the world ever be enough for you?
Will the broken hearts be mended?
They tend to break so fast.
Will all the love in the world ever be enough for you?
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Alligator
02:43
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Baby, why's it seem you're stumbling down the ladder?
A mad hatter at the table, it's fine
What you're saying makes my heart go pitter patter
It's gonna shatter, it's gonna shatter
Alligator, would you let me in?
Your lizard skin is just the thing to hide inside
Alligator, open up your mouth
I'm lost without the shelter that your steel jaws provide
And I really don't mind if you bite my nails to the quick
You can drink me like wine until it's enough to make you sick
(chorus)
Alligator, would you be my friend?
Would you extend this simple act of courtesy?
Though it's often said your heart is cold
I'm not so bold as to overlook your mute diplomacy
I think it's unfair the way they talk of the beast that you've become
Like they don't even care about the wisdom dripping off your silver tongue
(chorus)
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Bits of words on yellow paper
Vanilla twist and cherry vapor
Postcards that you mailed to yourself
Buy real estate upon the shelf
It's ancient history that dinosaurs once walked the earth and died away
It's hard to believe but we wear their dirt upon our sleeve
And the cycle always goes that way
We're only here for a quick ride
But no one's taken up the wheel
We're only here for a quick ride
Feeling oh so precious and real
There's no need to analyze, no call for a compromise
Bang the door, rattle the locks, feels just like electric shocks
It's ancient history that kings and queens once lived like they had nothing to lose
But even gold will rust, they turned to dust and fill the cracks beneath our shoes
(chorus)
I don't really need to dissect every word
Or launch a formal study of attraction
To know this rhetoric will largely go unheard
Replace by irritation and a call to action
One day we'll shed impermanence and spend eternity up on display
'Cause time erodes and cracks, and soon we'll all be artifacts to gaze upon on holiday
Or catalog and put away
(chorus)
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Little Glass Soldiers
02:24
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Wrought out and numb and back on the mend
You're a little bitty princess with a castle to defend
Tattered and torn and frayed at the ends
You're a comfort to strangers but dead to your friends
Silk purses and handbags for every occasion
And if charity is dead then you'll take the donation
One's as good as another, it's just a vocation
'Til the tank runs dry and you take a vacation
Little glass soldiers laid by the door
Watchful and silent and ready for war
The maid's got her orders, whatever your wish is
She never bats an eye
She'll hide all the jewelry, the keepsakes and riches
Whenever a neighbor stops by
With a robust defense 'gainst their deft sales pitches
She never leaves any doubt
And she sends them away and goes back to the dishes
While upstairs you've barely dried out
(chorus)
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These Intangible Things
03:50
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You're like the alarm clock when I'm sleeping sound
You try to shut out the world around
You say it's only to keep out the glare
But I'd like just a window to stare out
While I'm pulling my hair out again
All these intangible things that wind out the day
But never get put away
Oh, the questions they bring
The never-ending saga of wonder and dismay
And all these intangible, highly unmanageable things in your mind
This boat is sinking, what were you thinking you would find?
After all, it isn't anything you'll recall
You only talk when you think I'm not here
And my car doesn't need four hands to steer
(chorus)
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Go Away
02:05
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I wanna know where you go
To the movies, to a show
If you could leave a little note, I wonder what it'd say
When you go...go away
I wanna see what you're seeing
I wanna know what you feel when you're feeling, oh yeah
'Cause your mother said she's worried
And she wonders where you'll stay
When you go...go away
Is this a mad race for love that's got you keeping on and on?
Anytime the words don't come out right, you can just sing along
I wanna know where you go
To the embassy, around the globe, yeah
'Cause we're stuck inside a powder keg, and the damn thing's gonna blow
When you go...go away
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Can't Make Up My Mind
03:14
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Girl, you know, when the sun hits you just right
You shimmer like reflections in the deep end
And when you disappear in monochrome veneer
You're just like every creepy girlfriend
I hear you calling but I can't make up my mind
It's a secondhand relation that I find
Brought back to life like a car crash in rewind
And I'm sorry but I can't make up my mind
Words that twist like licorice in your lips
And linger in the midst of contemplation
So sad your party line's been shut down for some time
Victim of overstimulation
(chorus)
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Mrs. Green
02:52
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Mrs. Green, the wealthy patroness of pauper poetry
She takes her gin and tonic in a minor key
And buys my writings for a song
It's plain to see, she and I could never go out publicly
I could never fit into her life of luxury
But that don't stop her coming on
And on any other day she rings the bell
Acting like her little life's so close to hell
And she says she hopes the wife and kids are well
On any other day...
Mrs. Green tells me I've no place in aristocracy
She hates it when I point out her hypocrisy
And hopes nobody will suspect
Mrs. Green keeps our little secret from the bourgeoisie
And helps entrust my silence with her bribery
And every Sunday signs a check
(chorus)
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More Important Things
03:20
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When I walked into the room
Overwhelmed by incense and cheap perfume
I stood before a woman that I did not recognize
And she told me in an hour of a man of wealth and power
Whose affections slowly soured into something to despise
Right before her eyes
And now that the old man is gone
She's picked up the pieces and moved on
With no one to answer to
It's a big world with more important things to do
And the look upon her face was not easily erased
When I think back on the grace that quickly faded in the moment
(chorus)
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Will all the love in the world ever be enough for you?
Will every heart ever be mended? They tend to break so fast.
Can all the love in the world ever be enough for you?
When everything's so finite, is nothing meant to last?
And like a work of art, something cracks and falls apart
Never to be reborn
And now she knows it comes and goes...
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Scott Radway Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Scott Radway is a songwriter and composer from Philadelphia, PA. A former writing and performing member of Polkadot Cadaver and El Creepo, he has provided scores for film, videogames, advertisements, and live performance. Previously he worked with the groups Tub Ring, Now Soon Nowhere, and Divided Sky. He has five pop-oriented solo albums, and two albums of soundtrack work. ... more
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