Alazon In The Quiet Room
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Chandelier In A Rowboat - Lyrics Mean mean, what does it mean, to live above your means Mean mean, what does it mean, to live above your means And who was that man again, he went down five years for his fraud and deception Inflated your rates, bled you dry until every house you built went… Mean mean, what does it mean, to live above your means Mean mean, what does it mean, Daddy always lived above his means His vision was gold, shot with bullet holes of great expectations Original thought, but a briefcase full of obligations Chorus Start again Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off to sea Read your daddy’s books and dine on white sugar Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off to sea Read your daddy’s books and dine on white sugar And I will even give you some juniper berries So I suggest you put your… A tailor of class, he cut a cloth befitt of his eloquent stanzas The houses he built with love fell into the sea with every inflated loan That he tried to cover up with all the Guns of Navarone But some punk at a bedside bankrupted his wife And her last tears of dignity slipped down on a hospice floor Chorus Start again Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off to sea Read your daddy’s books and dine on white sugar Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off to sea Read your daddy’s books and dine on white sugar He carved out more years, he plugged those bullet holes with oilcloth and sandpaper The tailoring tools he used were all still plugged in ‘coz he didn’t win That financial war beating down his door And in his last days of dignity on his deathbed he serenely looked at me and said “My dear, no tears”, But I suggest you Chorus Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off to sea Read your daddy’s books and dine on white sugar Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off to sea Read your daddy’s books and dine on white sugar And I will even give you some juniper berries So I suggest you Put your chandelier in a rowboat and push off And push off And push off And push off And push off Lyrics - Carrie Beehan Music - Carrie Beehan, Roger Thoreson, David Patterson, Robert L. Smith Copyright: Carrie Beehan aka Trystette & THL BNS Sessions/Cargo Records UK
Ass In The MIddle - Lyrics Lo behold, the dream is old, the music sounds familiar March between men of dreams, their shoulders strong and linear. And I remain the ass in the middle And I remain the last link to sleep-timed riddles Gutted and rotted at home with the squatter Who copied the keys Extensions on storeys and last minute floors For the home it once would be The carpenter of seas, his whiskey and sweet teas It holds on to me And when it’s gone, the watermark slaps hard Slaps hard against my thinking Bathroom bare and beds nowhere This island life is sinking And I remain the ass in the middle And I remain the last link to sleep-timed riddles The boats don’t go there anymore Dreamboats won’t row there anymore The boats don’t go there anymore The last link to sleep-timed riddles Gutted and rotted at home with the squatter Who copied the keys Extensions on storeys and last minute floors For the home it once would be The carpenter of seas, his whiskey and sweet teas It holds on to me And when it’s gone, the watermark slaps hard Slaps hard against my thinking Written, Performed & Recorded by Carrie Beehan In New York Piano, Strings, Synths, Guitar, Synth horns & Vocals: Carrie Beehan Bass & Soft Synths: David Patterson Mixed & Mastered by Robert L. Smith, Defy Recordings NYC Producers: Carrie Beehan & Robert L. Smith Copyright: Carrie Beehan aka Trystette & THL BNS Sessions/Cargo Records UK
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Chandelier In A Rowboat
Mysteriously - Lyrics A Russian Spy died today, mysteriously at 50 He defected in a desert in New Mexico, some time roughly 18 years ago When you run it's sometimes harder to believe That the place you left could offer some reprieve In all in spite of everything that's right We seek out danger stage our hunger well And in the fight to sanctify the plight We stumble into our own private hell A Russian spy died that way An Englishman died today, mysteriously at 30 In his bathroom with the door locked in a vodka pool Now they cry his mind was heaven's tool Yet his brilliance still craved all the basic needs, he was controlled by men of lesser mind and steed He tried to fight and leave those foreign sights They left him there too long and let him bleed In all in spite of everything that's right We seek out danger stage our hunger well An Englishman died this way A friend of mine passed away, mysteriously while driving I witnessed heat and flies and vodka and a well-paid priest Singing up Bulgarian reprieve While the loaded anger, weapons and the wine, mixed with the traitors', lovers', wives' and mother's cries In all in spite of everything that's right We seek out danger stage defiance well And in the fight to justify out plight We often face the devil in ourselves I'm sure I will die this way... - Written, Performed & Recorded by Carrie Beehan In New York Piano, Strings & Vocals: Carrie Beehan Guitars & Soft Synths: David Patterson. Recorded in Gustavia, St Barth's Mixed & Mastered by Robert L. Smith, Defy Recordings NYC Producers: Carrie Beehan & Robert L. Smith Copyright: Carrie Beehan aka Trystette & THL BNS Sessions/Cargo Records UK