The Empty Hall
from Almost at the Ivory by James Parry
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lyrics
It’s one for all when you get in the hall
You've got to hold yourself right
Dressed in red; plastic horns on your head
You’ll drown in poison tonight
Choice of words, in the crudest of terms
Can determine your place
Watch your friends taken under their wings
You’ll see less of their face
The pride you felt in your chest as you walked inside
The sharp decline in your faith: it’s all lies
You’re wrapped up in the call of a brothers’ pact
But no one’s got your back
When you’re drunk and your finding it hard
Put your foot through the old balustrade
A fist through a fire alarm
They lie to your face when you’re in their arms
So hollow in comfort, their words now redundant
On the cusp of it all
There’s this farce that beats in its joke of a heart
It’s where the chanting will start
A rivulet, more like a sewer, underground
We’re in a backwards, old town
And we’ve all got our kerosene lit up, on a cloth, on a stick in the night
Getting high off the smell
And the thought of us brothers in arms, yelling psalms of misogyny, now makes me sick
We were getting high off that as well
You've got to hold yourself right
Dressed in red; plastic horns on your head
You’ll drown in poison tonight
Choice of words, in the crudest of terms
Can determine your place
Watch your friends taken under their wings
You’ll see less of their face
The pride you felt in your chest as you walked inside
The sharp decline in your faith: it’s all lies
You’re wrapped up in the call of a brothers’ pact
But no one’s got your back
When you’re drunk and your finding it hard
Put your foot through the old balustrade
A fist through a fire alarm
They lie to your face when you’re in their arms
So hollow in comfort, their words now redundant
On the cusp of it all
There’s this farce that beats in its joke of a heart
It’s where the chanting will start
A rivulet, more like a sewer, underground
We’re in a backwards, old town
And we’ve all got our kerosene lit up, on a cloth, on a stick in the night
Getting high off the smell
And the thought of us brothers in arms, yelling psalms of misogyny, now makes me sick
We were getting high off that as well
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from Almost at the Ivory,
released April 15, 2011
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James Parry Melbourne, Australia
James Parry lives in Melbourne, Australia and writes independent pop songs.
Originally from
Tasmania, James has performed at premier Tasmanian festivals including Falls, Taste of Tasmania, Party in the Paddock and Cygnet Folk Festival and supported such quality Australian acts as Alex Lloyd and The Gin Club.
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Apr 2011 -
Jul 2008