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The Reluctant Socialite

Ross Crean
2013-05-10
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

 

My Parade
Nevermind the moans,
It's just my useless clone
Locked in his room.
He won't come out to play.
He used to hold the reigns
And, in his evil ways,
He made my life a constant barricade.
...but a desparate man will break it all away.
Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Give me one good reason
Why I should decide
To let him out
And ruin my life.
It's his way to slowly
Creep back into frame
So he can bring the lull back into light,
But I'm having too much fun to step aside.
Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Oh, don't believe
That he's a better me;
You can't make due with something past its prime,
So let's hang on this roller coaster ride.
Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray the old me doesn't show his face.
He wants to rain on my parade.
Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.
He wants to rain on my parade.

My Parade

 

Nevermind the moans,

It's just my useless clone

Locked in his room.

He won't come out to play.

 

He used to hold the reigns

And, in his evil ways,

He made my life a constant barricade.

...but a desparate man will break it all away.

 

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.

He wants to rain on my parade.

Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.

He wants to rain on my parade.

 

Give me one good reason

Why I should decide

To let him out

And ruin my life.

 

It's his way to slowly

Creep back into frame

So he can bring the lull back into light,

But I'm having too much fun to step aside.

 

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.

He wants to rain on my parade.

Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.

He wants to rain on my parade.

 

Oh, don't believe

That he's a better me;

You can't make due with something past its prime,

So let's hang on this roller coaster ride.

 

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.

He wants to rain on my parade.

Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.

He wants to rain on my parade.

 

Pray the old me doesn't show his face.

He wants to rain on my parade.

Pray that I can keep his boredom hounds at bay.

He wants to rain on my parade.

 

 

Ross Crean
2013-05-10
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

Yours Only

 

I've got a secret to tell,

And I think I know you well

Enough to say it openly.

You see, I think we've grown

From being friends to even more,

So I hope you'll humor me.

 

Well, you say that all of the days

You hoped to ever smile...

Have all gone away.

I just want to be your source

Of joyful noise.

It's a shame,

 

Cos my heart is yours only

And it's not for blood only.

Oh my heart is yours only

And it's not for blood only.

 

I can hear the sounds

Of confusion breaking down

To a white-hot yearning.

Well, I can give you love,

And it may not be enough,

But it's a lesson worth learning.

 

If you'd dare to give me a chance,

We could find romance

Down in Barkley Square.

Where every day could be

A song and dance

We could share.

 

Oh my heart is yours only

And it's not for blood only.

Oh my heart is yours only

And it's not for blood only

It's for you.

Ross Crean
2013-05-10
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

Daniel

 

Daniel, you're safe

The hiding can stop

Once you put your heart back in.

 

Daniel, why the sundered state?

Please don't think of us

As the singer and his prey,

Cos I wouldn't want things to carry on this way.

Just know...

 

There is no war

Between you and I.

It's a fight neither of us could win.

Your walls are high,

And though I've been inside,

I think I need to give up trying.

I swear to god I only want to know why

You lost your mind.

 

Daniel, refrain.

I'm begging you

Stop playing these charades.

Daniel, I know you're scared.

I can still recall your attempts to let me in,

Just to shut the door once I get too close again.

Just know...

 

There is no war

Between you and I.

It's a fight neither of us could win.

Your walls are high,

And though I've been inside,

I think I need to give up trying.

I swear to god I only want to know why

You lost your mind.

 

Daniel, it's okay.

You go live your life

And in time, you'll get things straight.

It's then you'll know...

That it's too late.

Just know...

 

There's no damn war

Between you and I.

It's a fight neither of us could win.

Your walls are high,

And though I've been inside,

I think I need to give up trying.

I swear to god I only want to know why

You lost your mind.

 

You're safe.

The hiding can stop

Once you put your heart back in.

Ross Crean
2013-05-10
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music. All Rights Reserved.

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Tilda

 

Tilda, why would you ever give yourself to one man?

Sit with me for tea. We'll discuss this like women.

You may have me on board for your revolution,

But I warn you, my dear, I'm a stubborn romantic.

 

You know, in your milieu, I can almost see your shade

Of the old avant-garde; must be reveling with brilliance,

For it bore a noble girl who'd become a renegade,

And this freaky little boy can relate to your reason.

 

But these are stranger days

And hearts just can't be changed

And while these delusions I've made refuse to fade,

I just can't join in your crusade.

 

Tilda, I doubt we'd ever try to go "common man".

The arthouse deplored any need for convention,

And while the bourgeois ideal makes for so-called Philistines,

Their policies on love run amok in my belfry.

 

The fairytale remains

Their only one cliche.

And while I hold out for the day

I'm lead astray, and I find peace

In my mistake...?

 

Tilda, there's still a chance my mind could change.

Tilda, there's still a chance my mind could change.

 

Ross Crean
2013-05-10
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

 

Let You Down
Hey, could you kindly let me out
Before you turn this car around?
And these tenacities to keep me round?
Well, how mighty is your army now?
I hate to say it,
But it's time you face the truth
That though you see me walk away,
I'm never giving up on you.
These stones are piled up on these fragile bones,
And I know that it's killing you,
But there's not a thing that I could do.
Just know that while I'm far away from home,
You'll never have to be alone.
And I'd rather die than let you down.
And I'd rather die than let you down.
I can't wait until the day that I show to you
How well I've made it through,
But all the same, I don't think one of my dreams
Has meant a thing to you.
Hey, you know I love you, don't you now?
So don't you go and tear my heart out.
I hate to say it,
But it's time you face the truth
That though you see me walk away,
I'm never giving up on you.
On you...
On you...
I'm never giving up on you.
On you...

Let You Down

 

Hey, could you kindly let me out

Before you turn this car around?

And these tenacities to keep me round?

Well, how mighty is your army now?

 

I hate to say it,

But it's time you face the truth

That though you see me walk away,

I'm never giving up on you.

 

These stones are piled up on these fragile bones,

And I know that it's killing you,

But there's not a thing that I could do.

Just know that while I'm far away from home,

You'll never have to be alone.

 

And I'd rather die than let you down.

And I'd rather die than let you down.

I can't wait until the day that I show to you

How well I've made it through,

But all the same, I don't think one of my dreams

Has meant a thing to you.

 

Hey, you know I love you, don't you now?

So don't you go and tear my heart out.

 

I hate to say it,

But it's time you face the truth

That though you see me walk away,

I'm never giving up on you.

On you...

On you...

I'm never giving up on you.

On you...

 

Ross Crean
2013-05-10
Copyright 2013 Ross Crean/Knight & Thorne Music. All Rights Reserved.

Lyrics

The Buddhist Ballet

 

Oh life, what have you dropped me into now?

I guess in truth, I asked for this.

I dreamed of living well beyond my means,

A farther cry from younger years

When I begged, and sometimes, stole my daily bread.

Never told a soul til now:

I'd kill to have those days again.

 

There's times I broke my back for what I have,

But day to day, it's never changed.

Still lie each night on filthy hotel beds,

Except for now, I have a name.

And now, from town to town, a masquerade

Where they think I have it made,

But in the end it's still the same.

 

The one single light that was keeping me going,

A strange little girl named Saoirse McQueen.

She witnessed each messed up defect in her uncle,

And still didn't care, cos she swore he was the bee's knees.

 

...But the good lord saw fit to take her away.

 

Just like a cruel father,

Just when the good gets going,

You long to take it away.

Just like a broken record

Keeps moving round in circles,

I've danced your Buddhist Ballet.

If man should not be lonely,

Why do you take them from me?

I hope you've made your last play.

 

To those who love to see me surrender and cry,

I swear, you'll never see me beaten down.

For every punch that you throw,

Just know that I'll return stronger each time.

That's why you really should fear for your life.

You really should fear for your life.

 

Lonely boy in London town,

Lonely boy in Amsterdam,

Lonely boy in good ol' U. S. of A.

 

Oh life, what have you dropped me into now?

I guess in truth, I asked for this.

Oh life, what have you dropped me into now?

I guess in truth, I asked for this.

Oh life, though you may wound me every time,

I won't give up without a fight.