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Song of Stings
05:21
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Song of Stings
I know your doorman hates me, I can see it in his smile
He bares his teeth to greet me just like a crocodile
Your father recognized me when we passed in the club
But when I tried to shake his hand he grabbed his hat and gloves
Yeah we must destroy our lives to prove that we're alive
So we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive
Under the pianoforte in your parents’ living room
The wooden Indian observed my fingers make you swoon
Your boyfriend introduced us on East End Avenue
His shirts all cost a fortune but he never had a clue
Cause we must destroy our lives to prove that we're alive
So we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive
We were so very naughty down on the marble floor
We broke the crystal bottle to watch the honey pour
You wanted so to try it, I let you have your way
You didn’t seem disappointed, I really have to say
Your red shoes were for dancing, for dress-up and pretend
But now the time has come for our conspiracy to end
Your sister’s next door waiting for lesson number three
I doubt that you’ll be seeing too much more of me
Cause we must destroy our lives to prove that we're alive
So we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive
Yeah we must destroy our lives to prove that we're alive
So we dance the song of stings to show the way out of the hive
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Waiting for You
04:28
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Waiting for You
Look, there's the pair of fuzzy dice I gave you
Hanging from the rear view mirror of your car
I swore after the last time I'd forget you
But I'm so embarrassed cause, well, here we are
I staked out your old red brownstone
Yeah I'm back and I'm all alone
Cause I lack the next chapter
I'm waiting for you
Thunder's balling up like a fist in the gut of the afternoon
My plastic sunglasses are practically melting in my hair
A photo of his stupid face is pasted on your dashboard
Do you really think I care
Your fire escape is starting to shine
As the rain weaves a cape so fine
For you
Waiting for you
Chewing on ice cubes staring at a wall of water
It's a constant struggle not to struggle
Not to strangle the moment to make it mine
To not really care if you will come up the steps
If you got my message, if you care
Not to care if you care, not to care if you care
To keep looking at the leaves
To hold fast but not grip too hard
To let go but still play my part
I suppose that's why I don't say
Just what I want to say
I'm waiting for you
Waiting for you
I'm waiting for you
Why am I waiting for you
I'm waiting for you
Why am I waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
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Anton Sword Brooklyn, New York
NYC-based songwriter Anton Sword leads an indie synth/ dance/ new wave project with a shifting band lineup. Sword has toured the Eastern USA twice and Europe 10 times, playing for a small but loyal following. One of his ambient compositions runs in a loop on permanent display in NYC's American Museum of Natural History, scoring the ‘Astro Bulletin’ in the lobby of the Rose Space Center. ... more
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