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The World Is Too Much With Us

by Showroom

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1.
You sir, you sir are a wicked man You broke the law and right withstand You will I defy Craven, craven wretch you've got to pay The debt you must repay today And blood's the currency You say you live by the sword Pause yet, for swords can be broken You say you live by the sword Pause yet, or you will be broken Mad dog, rabid, go on paw the ground You snarl fierce but no one's around It's just you and I I said heel bitch, listen to my lullaby Sleep is come into your eye As my blade sings goodbye You say you live by the sword Pause yet, for swords can be broken You say you live by the sword Pause yet, or you will be broken And upon you may a plague fall You say you live by the sword (You will fall, yes you will fall) Pause yet, for swords can be broken (You will fall. Yes, you will fall) You say you live by the sword (You will fall. Yes, you will fall) Pause yet, or you will be broken
2.
You've reached the residence of one named Ben I thank you for calling, but I'm presently not in And it's such a shame I would have loved to talk with you We could have passed the day right through But today I've gone away To a better place, my feet just itched to stray I had to flee my cagey blue-walled room For the radiator was leaking gloom And it's far too cold, but I'll call you soon Won't you leave a message at the tone? Please tell me your story, just speak it through the phone I'd really like to know Give your name and number, too I'll return your call, will do But today I've gone away To a better place, my feet just itched to stray I had to flee my cagey blue-walled room For the radiator was leaking gloom And it's far too cold, but I'll call you soon Laying on my bed I pondered loudly While the neon drone of the city oppressed my ear Looking out on the concrete vegetation Oh, why did I move down here? You've reached the residence of one named Ben Why haven't you called me, I've been checking quite often But no one has rung I really need to chat with you I'm so bored, if you only knew Don't forget me I'll be coming back home soon I had to get away, get away From this town and the humming streets I could no longer sleep My midget cell made me want to yell So I fled, went away, to where the voices don't dwell I gotta be where I am not lonely So if you'd be so kind as to come get me I'll be waiting at the station at noon
3.
Gentlemen shouldn't ever strain He who sweats doth himself arraign Vulgar types alone profess A taste for busyness While the idle sit and waste And the waspy buzz in haste So the best of men reflect And by God, they don't fret Gentlemen are a most rare breed Bloody few distinguish want from need Bliss sours when it's cheap Only piggies suckle pleasure's teat While the idle sit and waste And the waspy buzz in haste So the best of men reflect And by God, they don't fret Let's take a stroll Stroll 'til the bell tolls Leisure, leisure is a friend To those who will contend And virtue's name defend
4.
We are broke And we daily choke Suffer us. Will you help us cope? Feeling low Awful woe Told you so Foolish man, you gave far too much. You've no leg to stand They took it while you offered helping hand And maybe, maybe good was done But what is it worth if no crown is won We are broke And we hate our yoke Pity us. Will you lend us a rope? We are broke And we choke and choke Deliver us you misanthrope Feeling low Awful woe Told you so Foolish man, you gave far too much. You've no leg to stand They took it while you offered helping hand And maybe, maybe good was done But what is it worth if no crown is won Beggar flee and leper shun Their wanting eyes They pine and despise And wailing reprise They are all around They will run you aground Like wolves they will hound And bring you down, down, down They are all around They will run you aground Like wolves they will hound Until they bring you down God damn, God damn, we need you so Life's a little tough, or don't you know We've given it our all, got nothing to show But God damn we need you so
5.
There's simply no escape You can strut but remember drape Pray do not shed a tear Death is a boor and is nothing to fear Grim will reap what you have sown Just as you peak you will be mown Stay the struggle to the top Kiss the sun. Defy the chop Temptations everywhere It ain't easy being a square They will bend you out of form Sooner than not you're crooked and torn Grim will reap what you have sown Just as you peak you will be mown Stay the struggle to the top Kiss the sun. Defy the chop Longing for a soul That's lovely, perfect, whole Sublimating this muckrake prole For fate need not smart Salvation is a happy heart So kill the inner tart Ugliness must depart Living's a dying art Here in the box I lay It appears I have passed away But I'm not too upset The quick they die, the dead forget
6.
Valediction 03:29
Grey is the sound of the sea And blue the fading of mirth Whispering winds sing mysteries deep As sage-like winds preach peace Preach peace Emerald sky And cool shoal sands Good bye I'll see you again My time, it's been fine But this day's at an end Old forest path I traverse Home, many fathoms away Billowing oaks wave breezy farewell As obdurate geese they stay For another May Sparkling brook in eve'ns soft light Good bye I'll see you again My time, it's been fine But this day's at an end An end, an end, an end
7.
Lovers Lie 03:13
Some say truth is overrated And reason but a ploy Some things are better left unstated Words that faith destroy Tell me that you care That you'll be there You like my hair Even if it's just for show Tell me that I'm the man And that I can That you're a fan Even if you must be faux Some say honesty's misleading And candour is a crime Sometimes looks can be deceiving But leave the pretty grime Tell me that you care That you'll be there You like my hair Even if it's just for show Tell me that I'm the man And that I can That you're a fan Even if you must be faux Give me fairy tales And pleasing illusion Splendid delusion And beautiful misconstrusions Some veils are better not uplifted 'Cause horrors hide beneath Some sense they have been short-shrifted And so they gnash their teeth
8.
Clarity 03:24
I want to close my eyes and see The rise and stretch of dawn She comes to baptize me In the heat of her waking yawn Rain, sweet, it's been so long And drown me with your tender song Oh, I feel her. She's somewhere near Surround me. Embrace Her splendour, oh so chaste Don't leave me. It'll grieve me Why won't you stay? I am dust and yet believe The shades eternal prance The beauty she now weaves Whispers, no, 'tis not chance Speak soft, morning star, remain And may we never part again Oh, I feel her. She's somewhere near Surround me. Embrace Her splendour, oh so chaste Don't leave me. It'll grieve me Why won't you stay? I'm begging you, hold on, just hold on, just hold on And now she's gone Please know I'm waiting For you
9.
All the gods have flown away Now we idol common clay No more psalms of deep devotion Just the thrill of the pop-explosion And it's not the same No, it's not the same In fact it's pretty lame Sing the song of liberation Sing the song of masturbation Sing the song of mild abrasion Sing the song Damn it all. Everything's been done Nothing new underneath the sun Even triumph becomes rotten Ever deed is soon forgotten Christ, now what am I going to do? Should I eat, drink, sleep, or screw? No more happy ever after Just the cackle of tragic laughter And it's not the same No, it's not the same In fact it's pretty lame Sing the song of liberation Sing the song of masturbation Sing the song of mild abrasion Sing the song of mastication
10.
Where? Where do you say we are? This dreadful place ranges barren, wide, and far And I know that it's my fault I know that it's my fault Farewell bliss, au revoir What? What do you want from me? Have I not sought your pardon on contrite knee? 'Cause I know that it's my fault I know that it's my fault But your justice ain't a remedy No, no, no remedy I told you it's my fault I told you it's my fault I ask but for a full reprieve Give it! Don't be a tease Why does it have to be this way, this way? I don't understand it, no You saw how I was led astray Must I languish? Take pity on a poor man's soul A pauper-soul You laugh. What, you think me drole? How far we've come So far from where we had first begun This is no longer fun Those cords that bound have now been undone And what now? Shall I exit left? Take my bow? Bid you happiness? Hide a scowl? All my life regret? Ruefully knowing that I'll never forget... Your touch, smile, joy, wiles, and the song in your voice I've no choice I'm broke, lost, disconsolate, tossed By the thought of your loss. I said yeah I know that it's my fault, yeah I know that it's my fault, yeah I told you it's my fault, yeah Grant me the grace that I have earned Are you not at all concerned? Or is it that, cruel one, you'd rather see me burned?
11.
Lonely Crowd 03:38
Turn your face. Avert your eyes 'Cause they are watchin' Strangers bent to terrorize You'd best keep walkin' Lonely crowd Not so loud No one's home Mind your own There's no us And there's no we There's just you And there's just me Step in time, boy Wake up, last man wins Block them out 'cause they're not there It'll soon be over Vacant looks of calm despair All will soon be over Lonely crowd Not so loud No one's home Mind your own There's no us And there's no we There's just you And there's just me Step in time, boy Wake up, last man wins Off of the street Where life is discrete Safe in your room Where none may bother World's going mad It's really getting bad Keep to yourself And you'll never be sad Wake-up, fake-up, tight-lip, day is done. And in the morning Wake-up, fake-up, tight-lip, day is done. Every morning No, I don't want that No, I don't want that No, I don't want that No, no one wants that

credits

released May 27, 2005

SHOWROOM IS
Ben Hutchinson :: vocals
Rory Lindsay :: guitar, keyboards
Tristan Samuk :: bass
Tyler Dokis :: drums, percussion

Additional keyboards and percussion performed by Michael Chambers. Produced by Michael Chambers and Showroom. Recorded and mixed by moon:and:6, Toronto, Canada. Mastered by Zoë the Cat. Photography by Joe Fuda, www.joefuda.ca. Design concept by Rory Lindsay, Kathleen Farley and Michael Chambers.

THANK YOU
Kathleen Farley, Joe Fuda, Jacob King, the Chambers family, Cameron Gordon, Claire Harvey, Yvonne Matsell, Barrie Matte, Dan Reid, Sean Carter, Matthew MacLennan, Mike Audet, Ron and Bruce at Silverbirch… and most of all, The Arch Ham. Ben would like to thank his darling Natasha, Mum, Dad, Joel, Kitty and Zach, the Bollegala family, the Hutchinson brood, the McGee clan, and Westminster, Mother of all Parliaments. Rory would like to thank Yang, Mom, Glenn, Dad, Ela, Dawa, Dave, Amber, Oma, Opa, Uncle B, Uncle Rick, and Grandma Fisher. Tristan thanks Arial Martin-Smith, Mom, Dad, Kieran, Grandpa, Heidi, and Niffit. Tyler gives thanks to The Mystery, his Parents, Sisters, Brother, Jenn, family, Cory Lafond, and his close friends.

The Dying Art is dedicated to the living memory of Socrates.

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e-mail info@showroommusic.com

©&℗2005 Showroom. All rights written and arranged by Showroom. ©2005 Showroom (SOCAN), except tracks 2, 8 and 10 ©2004 Showroom (SOCAN).

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Showroom Toronto, Ontario

Showroom was a band. A good band. While Toronto is a city, Showroom was a band within that city, and received praise from music critics who themselves were human beings with feelings.

Showroom made music that made people want to dance, smile, reflect, run, walk, roll over, heel, and eat dinner. Their records were projected to sell over 1,000,000,000,000 copies. Outrageous? No. Just call it true.
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