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Party Song, Circa 1998
As you turn to shake the hand
of yet another bland pretender
you’re reminded that there’s nothing worse
than a heartache with an agenda

There’s nothing worse
until there is
you watch your life pass by like a marionette
watches the machinations of showbiz

Tell me your name
it’s all the same to me whether we meet or not
whether we fall in love like the song time forgot
in all relationships there’s strife and difficulty
so would you like to go through all that stupid bullshit with me


It’s a crime that such engagements
like being tossed into a blender
of intricate social estrangement
and contradictory agendas

It will get worse
it’s guaranteed
so come and hide with me, we'll build a nest
in the cuff of your work-pants, in the pocket of my vest

We’ll change our names
it’s all the same to me, whether we live or die
we could be buried together or at least we could try
in all relationships there’s strife and difficulty
so would you like to go through all that stupid bullshit with me
Guitare et voix: Jacob Wren
Enregistrement studio: Radwan Ghazi Moumneh (hotel2tango)