Song from a Bowery Opera House

from by Building Rockets

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lyrics

I’m dreaming of the days when you tread upon the stage
And your voice tore through the hall like the screaming of an angel trapped in wire
Remember how the sweat clogged the pores upon your neck
And the boards’ creak down beneath your feet rose to meet the organ player’s tune
Oh, Eliza, how I wept at your curtain call
And the way the people spat your name upon that dusty floor
You must have felt the sting as the blackness of the ink
Was drawn up through your veins into the hardened muscles of your heart
And the brown tobacco haze on the window that you raised
Held impressions of your fingertips that faded with the coming of the fall
Oh, Eliza, how I wept at your curtain call
And the way the people spat your name upon that dusty floor

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from Forever and Ever Amen, released October 5, 2013
Sam Heath – vocals, guitars, keyboards; Chris Johnston – drums; Paco – bass, backing vocals

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Building Rockets Austin, Texas

Building Rockets is occasionally a band and occasionally a bedroom recording project.

It sounds a little like The Pixies and Wilco covering Fountains of Wayne songs while “Abbey Road” plays in the background.

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