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Ballroom Spies

by Ballroom Spies

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1.
At Bay 03:16
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
2.
Noir 03:47
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.
3.
Charts 03:54
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
4.
Illinois 03:35
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
5.
By George 03:47
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
6.
The Mines 03:45
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
Parade Day 03:00
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
10.
What If 03:22
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.

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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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