Magpie Alarm

by The Scene Is Now

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Released on CD by Tongue Master Records, London, UK
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released February 14, 2011

The Scene Is Now: Philip Dray, Steven Levi, Chris Nelson, Greg Peterson
Honky Ass Punks: Robert Dennis (drums), Sue Garner (bass and vocals)

All songs by The Scene is Now, except "Always At the Back" by Greg Peterson; "Last Call" by Lester and The Scene Is Now.
Recorded in Brooklyn, NY at Coyote Recording Studios (engineer - Michael Caiati), and The Mule Yard (engineer - Sue Garner) mixed at The Mule Yard by Sue Garner and The Scene Is Now. Production assistance - Neill C. Furio.
Songs (C) and (P) 2011 The Scene is Now

Photography by Anne Gilbert. Design by Matt Dorman.
CD Package (C) 2011 Tongue Master Records

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Track Name: Cities Are Over
Cities
Cities are over you said
F Train
And we’re off to Houston and Ludlow
Tonic
Do you follow sounds of jazz today?

New York twilight time
You got a way with a shadow

Taxi
Taxi and we’re on our way crosstown
Liquid
Fills your eyes like a shop window
Novel
Is it really new, your newest style?

New York twilight time
You got a way with a shadow
Live your life alone
Disappear
Whistling
Whistling the standard tunes

Sample
Many songs are now fragments rearranged
Caution
Maybe this was the scene of the crime

New York twilight time
You got away in the shadows
Live your life alone
In the shadows
Disappear
Whistling whistling

I do believe that cities are beautiful
So many millions of stories they hold
And all of this town is mine for the taking now
Shadows and monuments, stories as well
Track Name: April (Half the Battle)
No sound
Call the powder up
Sound
That’s half the battle there

No sound
Put a rhythm down
Sound
That’s the half battle there

No sound
Bring the flank around
That’s the half battle there

Horns filled with water
April in the branches
She pulled off her boots


In the flying clouds
Laces dangling down
Track Name: Fresno
Shifty, pale and anxious
Sundown hungry in a six-badge town
You got fare to the fish fry?
Big dipper in dungarees

Get up on the wagon
I will follow you
All the way to Fresno
Clean to San Berdoo
Out from Kalamazoo

We’ll dress in linen
Straw brim hides your mug so pale
All the brass in Cleveland
They will bear the sheaves away?

Scrambling armadillos
Oxen low in fear
Funnels tore through Kansas
Took anything that crawled

Boy’s I’ll tell you something
Ain’t worth forty-five
Jawbone on the mantle
Sure they’ll take him cold
I’d rather catch him live

We’ll dress in linen
Straw brim hides your mug so pale
All the brass in Cleveland
Round the gallows, praise his name

Fresno
Track Name: Always at the Back
(by Greg Peterson)

There are things I’d love to do
But I don’t think I’ll ever get to do them
Places I would love to go
See them when it snows

Growing old is always at the back of my mind
Growing old is always at the back of my mind

Earlier I said to you
All my dreams are coming unglued but
That’s not really true
They’re just overdue

Growing old is always at the back of my mind
Growing old is always at the back of my mind
Track Name: Pedestrian
Notice how the skyline changes each and every day
Landmarks that you once relied on, simply gone away
I know I've got a lot to learn, baby
But I don't have much time

We were both pedestrians on that fateful day
You took my arm to guide me, then got lost along the way
It might be time to say goodbye
Here, on the avenue
Track Name: Finito
Then in shock, she threw the contents
From the balcony
Howling out above the northern wind
“From this moment on
I will never pray”

Hobbling by, the wizened arbiter
Nabbed a bouncing coin
Never one to doubt in providence
He muttered as he fled
“Praise the angels kind”

Trim the fat and sear the hog flesh
We’ll feast tonight
Celebrate the maiden’s discomfiture
Wanton, she was damned
By an impish hand
Track Name: Skulduggery
The man who knew too much
Died in Cheshire
A poisoned apple
But no Wicked Queen

A hint of dry vermouth
Caresses tender
He was no machine
Enjoyed strawberries and cream

Observe the squares each in turn
Keine Zusätze zum Vorbericht

Where’s a prince to wake you?
Looks like he’s been and gone
A cipher like Enigma
Taste the apple from my hand
I’ll be the fairest in the land

A lad from Paddington
Broke the tender peel
Reset the rotor wheels
Enjoyed strawberries and cream

Observe the squares each in turn
Keine Zusätze zum Vorbericht

Where’s a prince to wake you?
Looks like he’s been and gone
A cipher like Enigma
Taste the apple from my hand
A message from the unseen world
Track Name: The Cold
Sometimes this world is a brutal place
Dark, cruel and cold
And evil thrives on the innocent
God rest their souls
No map or direction to show the way
When death and shadows enfold
All you martyrs who aim for paradise
May go to hell

All the stories as told and the images graven
Of blessed lives of sacrifice are craven lies by charlatans
And everybody knows

We'll go on down to the riverbank
And look once more
Through the mist, see what's left of the factory
On the other shore
The wind tastes of salt, of the harbor and
the sea which stretches beyond
Do you wonder if this is paradise?
Sometimes I do

All the stories I've told and the lies you've forgiven
Are in the salt and mist and sea, the harbor and the factory
And everybody knows

Sometimes this world is a brutal place
Dark, cruel and cold
And evil thrives on the innocent
God rest their souls
The wind tastes of salt, of the harbor and
The sea which stretches beyond
If you leave me in search of paradise
I bid you well
Track Name: Last Call
Seventeen dead whites
Mud river ivories
Flat brown Barbary Street
Beautiful long fingers
Put me down in a minor key

High heel music stole my baby
Champagne, play that "Acre o Sod"

Where did it go?
Let's ask Rarefly, she might know

Shut down the cakewalk
Perfume and red rouge
So long Barbary Street
Upright's been swept away
Like a cork on the rapids

High heel music stole my baby
Once more, for that "Acre o Sod"

Where did it go?
Don't ask Rarefly, she don't know

Last call
A fluid will save you
Alcohol
Track Name: Natalie
There’s a girl I think you know
Her name is Natalie
You’ve seen her down on Brighton’s beach
Tossing stones into the sea

Lonely, she’d left the North behind
Postcard of sunny Brighton in her hand

It was grey that afternoon

When evening sets the pier alight
She disappears from view
You’ve searched the lanes and cinemas
Along the arches too

Laughing we rode the Crazy Mouse
Reeling we ended tumbling to the ground

It was grey that afternoon
High above the dark Atlantic

In my reverie, she is here with me
But a daydream disappears

She’s a mystery, won’t you tell me please
If you’ve seen my Natalie

She’s never at the Hanbury
Or even Queensbury Mews
If I don’t find that Natalie
I’ll never shake these blues
Track Name: The Jailer's Perspective
He swears he’s innocent
Maybe it’s true
Don’t mean much to me
Got a job to do
Lock him in that
Cell each night
He gets no blanket
Just the one light

He got 15 to life
Time enough, I would say

Sometimes he shoots off
in the yard
I toss him in the hole
Nah it ain’t hard
Sure I see
the worst in men
But my place ain’t far away
I’m home in 10

He got 15 to life
Time enough, I would say

I like the sound
Of steel on steel
Hard boots on tile
A bird who’ll squeal
He got nailed for
Murder two
Me I just got
A job to do

Got me a job for life
Time enough, I would say
Track Name: Turnstile Blues
Turnstiles recommend a crossing through
On each curtain's rise the stage Is new
A single song can hold an ocean's worth of blue

Bye bye diddle eye bye
Diddle eye diddle eye day
There's another mule
Tell her I'm asleep
Blue right here to keep me
At the edge of the deep