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You’re lost, little girl
You shouldn’t have come here
And I sure ain’t in the mood
To make new friends
Go home, little girl
The shadow’s drawing near
And you all alone
We both know how this ends
Let’s see how far she bends
We all know how this ends
Thanks for the welcome
It's my first time here
You’ve made your feelings for me crystal clear
You play your show
I’ll just go grab a beer
Didn’t come here to quarrel with you
Love what you’ve done here
This place comes up well
You’ve nailed the theme
It really feels like Hell
Guess you’re not looking for new clientele
Just as well
That’s a five-star review
Let’s try the easy way
Hear what I have to say
They get younger every year
Little bigshots that drift through here
Think they’re bringing something new through the door
And you’ve heard it
A thousand times before
Honey I’ve heard it
A thousand times before
Honey I’ve heard it
A thousand times
Your hosting skills could use a bit more pluck
About as subtle as a garbage truck
Thanks all for coming but your next guest sucks
Lacks something, don’t you think?
Is there nothing she can’t do?
She’s a half-ass standup comic too
On the lookout for some cheap points to score
Oh honey, we’ve heard it
A thousand times before (Honey, we’ve heard it)
Honey we’ve heard it (A thousand times before)
A thousand times
Okay, she’s seen it all and she’s not sold
But there’s what, a hundred people here, all told
Anybody else here who’s a billion years old?
Does she speak for you?
Don’t you have any idea what you’re dealing with, child?
Surprise! Surprise!
Coins on your eyes!
Give them to the ferryman
Get it in your little head
You’re spitting at the Queen
Of the Dead
You’re not my queen, P, I’m alive
You got a real-life muse in this basement dive
You could use a boost, should I play a gig?
Hey, word of mouth works, P, it’ll be big!
They get dumber every year (I’m a flower that you’re picking, not a stick on the ground)
Little big shots (But come hither and consider that we shiver while you whither as you dither around)
No idea what they’re all headed for (Uh oh! Uh oh!)
A black river
Bleached bones along the shore (Let’s end this pointless little sham)
Let’s show her something (You want to see who I am)
She’s never seen before
A choir of the dead?
That’s it? Oh dear
Old dog, old tricks, ghosts appear
I got a real live choir right here, want to hear?
Oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Now that’s what I call a show!
Every single one of them a star
Hey! Maybe it’s you who doesn’t know
Who they are
Who they are
Every night they come in here (Dance and stamp your feet!)
Spend their money on your beer (As your skin rots off in sheets)
Are they even in the frame? (You’ll be back at my door)
Do you know a single name? (Deep below the floor)
They just come here to forget
How it ends!
You got a bed in that office? Need a lie down?
Crawl into your coffin deep underground?
What’s got into you? They’re hating your thing
Old lady winter, we want a new spring!
Say my name! (Grace!)
Say my name! (Grace!)
Say my name! (Grace!)
It’s the same schtick every year
All that blame and bitterness and fear
You forgot what they’re crazy hungry for
Something they haven’t seen (A thousand times before)
A thousand times before (Someone new)
Someone they haven’t seen (A thousand times before)
A thousand times before
credits
from Stray Gods,
released August 10, 2023
Cowritten by Austin Wintory & Tripod
Produced by Austin Wintory & Joris Hoogsteder
This trombone quartet, composed by my dear friend Jeremy Howard Back, won the ASCAP Morton Gould Young Composer Award and couldn't be more deserving. This is a piece of RAW POWER. Just get it ... Austin Wintory
Glowing melodic synth sequences meet jagged noise and other industrial textures on this new LP by soundtrack composer René G. Boscio. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2020
