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The Gods Envy

by Max Sharam

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As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
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Freud is Dead. The law is broken. Friends won’t lend you a bed Overnight accommodation is done - it’s said No-one’s amused. Friends feel used. Last night U showed no sign of surrender You got out on bail, you signed a bill of sale U gave your Armani to the Salvation Army U couldn't careless, you`ve changed your address. Hysteria, Hysteria did you catch that old disease? (they say) you’ve gone bananas, got lost in Bahamas. Hysteria. The bell has rung. Anon has spoken. There’s no peace in the world when my baby’s away no peach in my cheeks & my hair turns grey - the grass is always green. For hedonistic tendencies – they`re making you pay You’re never gonna get to see the light of the day It`s head splitting. Hysteria, hysteria Did they catch you kissing Eve? Rip up your bible - they can’t hold your liable, the Gods envy The War is won. The door swings open. There’s no peace in the world and my baby’s away no peach in my cheeks & my hair turns grey - the grass is always greener. For hedonistic tendencies they`re making you pay You`re never going to get to wear that negligee It`s not fitting. Hysteria, hysteria A little Hysterectomy maybe help? Detect their disorders then lock up your daughters The Gods envy. Hysteria, hysteria You are everything you need Throw away your cigarettes, you’re the new suffragettes The God`s Envy You and Me
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She was such a pretty child Weaved magic with her curling wand She really had a sense of style though her stockings had a lengthy run. I hear she cried a lot, was she a happy child or not? A lonely wild and only child it’s such a pity She was so pretty. She could have had her pick of men. Little Lady Debutante in your mother’s wedding dress though you’re acting nonchalant, though you’re acting unimpressed you’re about to drop that bomb and have your baby at the prom You never got to graduate it’s such a pity She was so pretty. She could have been the President. When you hit the dance floor Your hair goes everywhere, you don’t care you know that you’re adored, they all stare you can dance like Fred Astaire Don`t call me pretty I want to be beautiful Don`t call me pretty I want to be the Belle of the Ball Don’t call me pretty. (Oh she looks pretty in lace and frill oh she looks pretty in pink) All the boys in line in single file (Too short. Too thick. Too thin. Too fat.) Waiting for a single kiss (Too smart for my own good. Too this. Too that) Baby doll your porcelain smile is sourly, scowerly, sourly missed Don`t call me pretty, I want to be beautiful Don`t call me pretty I want to be Belle of the Ball Don`t call me pretty, Look at me hanging from the Chandelier Watch me *Sparkle* watch me fall Look out! Look up. I'm a mirror ball.
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One dream I have always seems to be the same Flying. Without wings or on a cloud no engine to make a sound just gliding loosely sliding through the air not a sound not a care unaware not even knowing where I am going flying No buzzing wings, no airbus, no concorde, no fame, no fuss. Just flying. No season sale, no spinning cup Can take me to a space like that So I’ll keep dreaming from right up here in the clouds So I’ll keep dreaming - dreaming That I’m flying
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Songs inspired by tabloid stories of adolescent girls and the tensions between rebellion and criminality and the conflict between conformity and emotional authenticity.

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released August 10, 2014

All songs written and performed by Max Sharam.
Poem by T. S. Eliot
Produced by Malcolm Burn and Max Sharam in New York and Australia
Strings recorded by Daniel Denholm.
Guitar: Mark Axiak and Stephen Griesgraber
Upright Bass: Linda Oh.
Drums: Tom Pollard. Keyboard: Malcolm Burn.
Strings: Virginia Comerford & Michelle Kelly.
Spoken word: Hektor Munoz
Photography: Brooke Shaden.
Mixed by David Nicholas.
Design & layout: Max Sharam
Thank you to Nico Mansy & Andrew Sully.

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