"Last Row" genre: Brit Pop
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	A vain attempt at seducing an amateur poetess after her open-mike nightmare.
	MP3.com CD: Slider Game - buy it! CD: Slider Game   Label: Fat Guy Rock Credits: Inebriated spoken word by Nathan Graziano, appearing courtesy of the Green Bean Press.
	Lyrics All the clowns are restless tonight, As the brittle moonlight wanes a proud banality. Another voice stands up, The crowd sits poised to take her down, Her hands sweat, her voice breaks, And the wounding laugh rings out. Hey sick grace, you sounded great tonight. I loved the way you sought to hide your eyes in your chin. And if you'd let me in, then you and I could walk away. Slip, soft, warm and dark away. Her voice hung taught like memory, As she scanned the crowd for some sign of recognition, Someone who had listened. And I sat, loaded, cocked and harmless, Afraid to meet her eyes because, who was I? Hey sick grace you sounded great tonight. I loved the way you turned calm, collected, and cried. And once you've learned that they don't mean anything at all, They haven't got the time. Then you and I can walk away. Were I a finer fool, I'd learn to keep my insight mine. It's the same sad golden rule, Your silence is a virtue. And I'd swallow my distaste, But it's so hard to keep it down. It's hard to keep it down. The first row wants the knowing grin, The third row wants free beer. The last row's halfway through the door. The last row's halfway home.

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