"The Dance At Delmonico's" genre: Power Pop
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	CD: demo Credits: recorded by David Leventhal
	Lyrics The night reeks of disdain: foiled plans and stolen bottles of champagne. Reunion dance at Delmonico's and a broken leg. A misled riot; two soldiers with nothing better. Now, one's lying dead and the other pours over the gutter. Mr. In and Mr. Out are sloshing around the streets, while, Gordon quietly kills himself. A fist of money woes - that damned dance at Delmonico's. He's been sick - you have to understand - but now Edith wants another man. She says, "Of course I'll leave with you," as she slips out to the avenue alone, quite disgusted with her fantasies of Gordon Sterret romantically. This is my vacation and I won't let you drag me down with your cheap sob story and that plastered on frown. You can't expect me to give handouts to my ancient friends. After all, this is my vacation. [She's a jewel, a regular diamond, Gordon, can't you see? She'd ward away anyone for you, if only you would stay. She's a jewel, a regular diamond, Gordon, but who are we to decide? Maybe you wanted to die desperately.] The streets reek of disdain, while In and Out share breakfast and champagne. Jewel wakes up to a half-filled bed (empty bottles on display). They've reached the top, but they demand another floor now. We've reached the top, but we all want another more now. [Take us to heaven.]

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