"Sound the Alarm" genre: Psychedelic
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	Reminiscent of the style of "Eleanor Rigby" (Beatles) this is an early '60's tune
	MP3.com CD: The Face of Time - buy it! Credits: Words & Music:Orville Santa D&L Music Publications
	Story Behind the Song Orville wrote this song in the early '60's and once again it was a ploy to sound like an English group as they were really happening at the time. I don't believe Orville continued on in music but it's really too bad if you consider the words in this song and if he had continued to write. This was also recorded in Gary Paxtons studio in Hollywood, California and produced by Don Grashey and Chuck Williams Lyrics Fire, somebody get help the building is burning Fire, somebody sound the alarm, the alarm, the alarm, the alarm, the alarm... Sister Sidwell on the top floor And she's minding her brother and the building is burning Who's gonna be a hero go up and save them All the people turn away and wait for the firemen Patrick Sleery, 72 bottom floor, room 102 Recalls memories of his sweet Elaine (sweet Elaine) Puts his hands deep down in his pocket Though she's dead ten years he still has her locket More scotch & rye, how he wishes that he could die (he could die) Just one special reason why (reason why) Mr. Cinders a composer on the second floor And he's playing his harpsicord Doesn't smell the smoke that's surely burning there A composer's mind while working wonders elsewhere And the landlord screams, "I've lost more money". Don't you worry Mr. Blackwell it's all covered for you in the insurance Somebody get help the building is burning Fire, somebody sound the alarm, the alarm, the alarm, the alarm, the alarm... But it's too late, it's all over, all that remains A building, insurance and the news reels Sister Sidwell and her brother were found scorched like the sun Holding a picture of mom, do you understand? Patrick Sleery and his locket, Mr. Cinder and his harpsicord Clutching works he will play no more, lovely harpsicord Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, fire..... Words & Music: Orville Santa

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