Alazon In The Quiet Room Album

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Chandelier In A Rowboat

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

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

Lyrics - Carrie Beehan

Music - Carrie Beehan, Roger Thoreson, David Patterson, Robert L. Smith

BNS Sessions/Cargo Records UK

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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

BNS Sessions/Cargo Records UK

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...
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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

BNS Sessions/Cargo Records UK

CARRIE BEEHAN

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