Ballroom Spies

by Ballroom Spies

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released December 27, 2012

All songs written by Elissa Sapp and Bhauraw Avhad
Except 'Illinois' written by Elissa Sapp, Chris Mario and Bhauraw Avhad

Produced by Bhauraw Avhad
Mastered by Alan Douches and Mike Piacentini at West West Side Music

Artwork by Alissa Laughlin

2012 Makannix Music Productions LLC
www.BallroomSpies.com

Members:
Elissa Sapp - Vocals
Bhauraw Avhad - Guitar
Jace Miller - Guitar/Backup Vocals
Steve Slaughter - Drums

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Ballroom Spies Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Ballroom Spies is a alt rock act with a veteran roster hailing from Philadelphia. An appreciation for all genres of music hold the band together, though the end result is something all their own. The band met on account of their love of live performance since a multitude of their previous projects crossed paths in the past. Ballroom Spies released their debut album in December of 2012. ... more

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Track Name: At Bay
At Bay
Testify, the truth shall set you free
But trust and obey this is the only way,
We're unequipped to see
What is there, what is real what is just beyond your fingertips
So just relax and slow your breath we'll set it like an anesthetic drip

Pray for his swift return
When he will prey and burn and segregate the herd

All you minions
With your bold opinions
What have you seen what have you heard with your own ears
All you people
Cower below white steeples
Will those turrets keep your fearsome god away
Keep him at bay

Justify, letting logic go
Blind faith, exchange, deranged, inflicted fear
For your immortal soul

Pray for his swift return
When he will prey and burn and segregate the herd

All you minions
With your bold opinions
What have you seen what have you heard with your own ears
All you people
Cower below white steeples
Will those turrets keep your fearsome god away
Keep him at bay
Track Name: Noir
In a dark dark room
There's a bright light shining in my eyes
Sticking to my story
But I got no alibi
Where were you the night of the crime
I've questions too so you can just wait in line

She blows in like a summer breeze
Doe eyed she begs me to solve this mystery
But the one she wants is me

Ringing her hands the dame demands
Justice for the one who gunned down her man
And shortened his life span

Dredge my soul
Leave the bodies skyward all along the banks
Search their faces for some suggestion
Loyal mobsters
They are each a tight-lipped copycat
Of his neighbor each a stranger

I'm gunna kill him, I'm gunna kill him myself
I'm gunna kill him, I'm gunna kill him myself
I'm gunna kill him, I'm gunna kill him myself
I'm gunna kill him, I killed him myself

She drops dirt on the coffin lid
but when she looked my way i turned tail and hid
Unsure of what I did

Dredge my soul
Leave the bodies skyward all along the banks
Search their faces for some suggestion
Loyal mobsters
They are each a tight-lipped copycat
Of his neighbor each a stranger

And for all my coxing I cannot recollect how
They came to such an end

Spotlight
Streetlight
Gunfight
Searchlight
My plight

Dredge my soul
Leave the bodies skyward all along the banks
Search their faces for some suggestion
Loyal mobsters
They are each a tight-lipped copycat
Of his neighbor each a stranger

And for all my coxing I cannot recollect how
They came to such an end,such an end. . .
The end.
Track Name: Charts
Charts

Pull me apart piece by piece
The least you could do is conclude this facade
Ain't it odd?
I fly off the handle you demand all my time and attention

Did I mention this smarts?
Shall I draw you a chart?

But-

I digress, this hurts all in the chest
Are we coming to fists? just a slap on the wrist
Correct this, reanimate perfect bliss
All right right right right all right

It's all copacetic good etiquette
Protects us from hurting things, blurting things
we should just hide, Right?


Skimming along serene ponds just beyond
All the monsters that lurk in the murk, open jaws
We're enthralled with the visions we see through the scope
roped to the mast plastered solid to cope

Shall I draw you a chart?
Did I mention this smarts?
Shall I draw you a chart?

It's all copacetic good etiquette
Protects us from hurting things, blurting things
We should just hide
Unsavory these loose lips, floodgates aren't they?
This ship is still floating promoting a viable farce, charts

My mind has a three month cycle
My soul is the Bermuda Triangle
My Mom said my mind has a three month cycle
Try as you might you will never be able
Despite all ven diagrams, graphs, charts and tables
Track Name: Illinois
Growing up in Illinois circa 1942
Were you seen and not heard, swallowing your thoughts until spoken to
And when they took your brother away
cuz he hit those nice folks with that motor car
Were you stoic as all those photographs black and white in that dusty drawer

Eleanor
Have you been here before, been here before
Have you been here before?

Leaving town on scholarship, were you proud to get out?
Folding full length skirts into your carpet bag never felt so good
And when they took your sister away
That letter came she had a rotten brain
You buckled down and hemmed those skirts and dropped into your faith

Eleanor
Have you been here before?
Is it hard to ignore now that it's two out of four?
Eleanor
And on your wedding day did you feel so sane
Surrendering your name?

He took the car and he left you
Staring at the wall with four children
Listening to your mother and Freud
Won't take you back to illinois
When we were warm
Running barefoot through the corn

Eleanor
Have you been here before?
Is it hard to ignore now that it's two out of four?
Eleanor
Bet you never dreamed
That you would be buried in Tennessee
Back in Illinois
Track Name: By George
By George

Folks in town got themselves riled up
It seems there's been an occupation
Damn kids don't know their station
they've been camped out at city hall
For all the rest of us with prior obligations

Tell the man I am
Kinda, sorta suportive
Tell the man I'm sorry I'll be missing lunch

By George, Dear George
I'm pretty sure i was born post 1984
Such a sin, this predicament begins
Holding a bake sale while the rats are creeping in

Lately there have been too many new holes
Punched in unsuspecting belts
I guess the masses felt that
They were privy to certain basic rights
The likes of which grow scarce now
In the shadow of dwindling wealth

Tell the man no I won't be watching "My Super Sweet Sixteen"
Tell the man I'm sorry I'll be missing lunch

By George, Dear George
I'm pretty sure i was born post 1984
Such a sin, this predicament begins
Holding a bake sale while the rats are creeping in

She punched in on time and tucked in her shirt,
Began doing what she does on every Tuesday
Every Wednesday

By George, Dear George
I'm pretty sure i was born post 1984
Such a sin, this predicament begins
Holding a bake sale while the rats are creeping in
Track Name: The Mines
The Mines

You've hacked this up so many ways
Sifting through the sludge to find out just what stays
Don't think well see eye to eye when
You're walking down the plank that's sticking out of mine-
Ing for this, pining distressed
Climbing shit lists searching for something authentic
Something authentic

Your pick axe
Swing it away
Refine me, come find me,
Blow me away

When your tone of voice and your eyes confess
that you can't go on even one more breath without medication
Down in the mines out of space and time I find your love and you find mine but something, something keeps it confined

I've been so proud watching you grow
Time moves so swiftly understanding comes so slow
Can't blame this all on something else like faulty genetics or unstable mental health

Your pick axe,
swing it away
This pride stings it's blinding
Blow it away

When . . .

I'm wrapped up in my guts
My fingers wrapped around your throat
Tin foil and gold
What do you know of these
When your eight years old
Track Name: 6 More Seconds
6 More seconds

Burning and simmering,
Drowning each piece of him
Could let it fly but I'm holding
Nesting so orderly
Taking control of me
Fighting , I'm fighting- I'm folding

So choke it out slowly
These thoughts are unholy
Give in and you'll only be prophesy
Self fulfilling you're deep throating

I dote and reminisce
Taking back every kiss
And every verse that I wrote you
Feign your own ignorance
Act like nothings amiss
I turn, you reach for the throat you, don't you. . .

Choke it out slowly
These thoughts are unholy
Give in and you'll only be prophesy
Self fulfilling you're deep throating

I'm convinced my first reaction
Isn't whole it's just a fraction
Of potential I could muster
6 more seconds I am getting closer

They say we have two halves
I'm not opposed to ask
Why I Id what I Id what I Id
When dissecting the past
Track Name: Welcome to Philadelphia
Welcome To Philadelphia

Recall when I had to try not to try and all
Apathy never came so naturally
As when my gumption hit the wall
So I wore myself down,
Diluted my concern
Resolved it was a bitter lesson better learned

People in the city
Come and go so quickly
Good-bye, Hello, Good-bye
i know you've got your lofty plans and I've got mine
We're vessels passing on the Rhine
Time after time

So I surmised a plan to abandoned house
Cause it was getting Stale
Getting out of my own head and drought
Was more like breaking jail

People in the city
Come and go so quickly
Good-bye, Hello, Good-bye
i know you've got your lofty plans and I've got mine
We're vessels passing on the Rhine
Time after time

Discovering new grates to crawl down
Every town is slowly draining
Sidewalks complaining
They're beaten to the bone
Every passerby's a tumor on his cell phone

People in the city
Come and go so quickly
Good-bye, Hello, Good-bye
i know you've got your lofty plans and I've got mine
We're vessels passing on the Rhine
Dispensable as I may seem
You'll never find another mind so genuine as mine
Track Name: Parade Day
Parade Day

My mind is just a minefield
Falling behind trying to cross it
Grenades finding their way down
I burn my hands up trying to toss it

And the birds make holes
As I quake at the taste of first blood
Now I'm raking at my reason
As the wind drags it into the (wood)

(Would) You drag me screaming out from beneath myself
Lurking below overshadowed by this parade day float
And the wind begins to blow

My body's just a stand in
I've been handing my surrogate
Fumbling at the glowing buttons
But my damned soul doesn't seem to fit

Lickity split
Captain we've taken a hit
We're going down
Flashing lights and the alarms the only (sound)

(Soundly) Drag me screaming out from beneath myself
Lurking below overshadowed by this parade day float
Now the wind begins to blow

I am the damsel
And the avenger
Caught in this stalemate
Distressed forever
I am the damsel
And the avenger
Caught in this stalemate
Insidious endevors

Would You drag me screaming out from beneath myself
Lurking below overshadowed by this
And the wind begins to blow
Track Name: What If
What If. . .

Can you see the blooms you grow outside the window Joe?
As the flames put to shame lace drapes, keepsakes and family photos
Oh oh oh I wanna know what's behind those eyes
As they're stinging from the smoke
At the end of your rope, seventy years old
Retired police did you make peace with all
The demons you put to sleep

What if all that's left of god's his hangnail in the night
And our bones are all we own when we're surrendered to our shrines

Open mic on Tuesday night
Did Mrs. Walker notice she was short a kitchen steak knife
Nineteen years with a morbid agenda
Forfeit decades for some memorandum
Stabbed himself to death
all he could say was, "I'm sorry for the mess"
Hold the phone when someone screamed
She noticed that's not fake blood
That's in her coffee

What if all that's left of god's his hangnail in the night
And our bones are all we own when we're surrendered to our shrines

Siphon me out from inside
I am ready to be alive
These atoms that compose me
Are more potent than Nagasaki

What if all that's left of god's his hangnail in the night
And our bones are all we own when we're surrendered to our shrines
We are as invincible as deities when we're fully alive.