A metaphorical take on what's happening now. An appeal to people to pay attention.
Lyrics
Parlour Games
by Samantha Elin
Samantha Elin — Vocals
Bob Gothar — Guitars, Bass, Arrangement
Shawn Nourse — Drums
Jeremy Goldsmith — Keyboards
Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and recorded and mixed by Shawn Nourse at Nourse by Northwest, Los Angeles
Mastered by Matt Forger
Sitting in a pretty parlor
Playing silly parlor games
While the world crashes around you
But you smile just the same
Courtesans bow deeply
Their noses to the floor
As ladies float by
In the lace crinolines they adore
Chorus:
Open your eyes
Let the light filter in
Free up your mind
For the facts to move in
Throw wide the windows
And tear through the doors
Raise up the roof
And lift up the floors
In the room the couples come and go
Laughing ‘bout peasants on the streets below
The curtains tightly drawn
Your innocence their pawn
The mountains dry and crumble
The oceans drowning in themselves
While the ladies kiss into the air
And the men build gilded shelves
Open your eyes
Let the light filter in
Free up your mind
For the facts to move in
Throw wide the windows
And tear through the doors
Raise up the roof
And lift up the floors
Break down all your walls
Break down all your walls
Ignorance comes on slowly
It creeps from town to town
You just shut your eyes tight and dance
And let him spin you round and round
And when the printing press goes silent
And not a single voice is heard
You’ll warm your hands at the hearth
Your wings clipped like a bird
Open your eyes
Let the light filter in
Free up your mind
For the facts to move in
Throw wide the windows
And tear through the doors
Raise up the roof
And lift up the floors
Sitting in a pretty parlor
Playing silly parlor games
While the world crashes around you
But you smile just the same