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Produced by Ric Albano
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Perfect Light Written: June 23, 2004 Running Time: 4:26 |
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Lyrics You march down your narrow street To the rhythmic drums that your master beats With pretension that this tune Is one that you authored Quickly stroll past the water rats Who gave you comfort when the Krins attacked And deserve acknowledgement now But you just can't be bothered It's alright, it's alright The beautiful people will all be there tonight To toss and fish for praise that is not deserved It's alright, it's alright The burdens of fame that tend to make you uptight Will nicely fuse into indigenous curves Indigenous curves With no more stress on your nerves Bellowing out your new verbs Your smile was painted on too thin And has slowly dissolved into a stressed-out grin Because deep down you know That you want and need more Covertly detour to your private suite Garnished with fresh orchids & fine imported meat But all that you desire is within that cabinet drawer It's alright, it's alright The Hollywood press will provide cover tonight And will dutifully drench you in the perfect light It's alright, it's alright You surely won't be bothered By the phantoms of life So you can preach left and still be so right Alright! (You are so correct, sir) So right You're so right, so right So right, so right, so right You can never be wrong! |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Paul Smith Recorded starting on May 9, 2005 at Saturation Acres Studio, Danville, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Vocals Bret Alexander - Guitars Ron Simasek - Drums Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 2004 All Rights Reserved. |
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Hooray for Hollywood! | |||||||||
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