The Gods Envy

by Max Sharam



Songs inspired by tabloid stories of adolescent girls and the tensions between rebellion and criminality and the conflict between conformity and emotional authenticity.


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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Track Name: T.S. Eliot - Hysteria
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.
Track Name: Hysteria (The Gods Envy)
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.

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
Track Name: Belle Of The Ball
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.
Track Name: Keep Dreaming
One dream I have always seems to be the same
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
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