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Constance:
It’s a dance in the city with the dames dolled up all pretty
And they’re feeling fine and frisky tonight
And the beaus in their clothes with boots and tuxes, ties and bows
Getting flirty, smiling dirty all right

It’s a high class soiree, a hint of culture, tint of gay
The refined are lined to come out and play
With a fella on my arm i’m up to do a little harm
He’s my mark i’m out to charm and get paid

Mark:
Well aren't you the cat’s meow.

C:
You're quite light on your feet yourself.

Mark:
Would you care for a Papaver cigarette?

C:
No, handsome, let's just dance.

It’s the forefront of fashion, they’re sashaying at this bash and
All the trends are getting set left and right
All the wheeling and dealing, drinks and handshakes all are sealing
All the trysts and twists of business ignite

It’s the thrill of romancing all the belles are out a prancing
And i’m dancing like a devil tonight
It’s the science of flirtation all the wily games you’re playing
And you both think you’re the cat with the mice

It’s the partay, at the soiree come alive inside and rave away and play
It’s so risqué, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today

Mark:
Say, you don’t suppose i could i ask your father for permission to court you?

C: My father is gone. Probably dead.

Mark:
Oh dear r

C: And i 'd rather not...

Mark:
Well They say if you journey to the underworld you can raise the dead, or at least see them i suppose... what's that Greek myth...

C: You're a better dancer than a conversationalist, darling.

It’s a dance in the city while the rich are sitting pretty
There’s a thief and she’s a sneaking in sight
While his eyes and hands are roaming i’m just eyeing up his coat
Where the little case i’m chasing lies

There’s a moment that’s growing where i’m going all for broke and
I just know it’s gonna show itself soon
With a dip and a touch and with some luck a clumsy bump
And then i’m done and gonna run to the moon

It’s the partay, at the soiree come alive inside and rave away and play
It’s so risqué, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today

At the partay, at the soiree come alive inside and rave away and play
It’s so risqué, where the rich play come inside come alive come and wine and dine and hustle today
Don’t be dismayed don’t you sit or stay clear cause all the action happens here
It’s a fact that these soirees are where decisions are made
And behind all the smiles there’s a beast here all the while
It’s a deadly affair, it’s ferocious in its glare
It’s a glamour a test it’ll go straight to your head
It’s the silent deadly brawl it’s the writing on the wall where you stand when the card fall

It’s a dance in the city all the wild and the witty
Getting giddy geared up pretty to play
It’s the body’s reaction to the musical attraction
It’s relaxing and it’s starting to sway

A sensation, a dip, the right rotation of the hips
A quick elation you maintain all the night
You can lose yourself in motion or commit something felonious
As a bonus cause you know it’s all right
credits
from The New Albion Radio Hour, A Dieselpunk Opera, released 20 May 2013
Featuring Lauren Osborn
tags
tags: rock art rock concept album musical steampunk theater New York

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