Death of the Party by Keene Brothers
Death of the Party by Keene Brothers

Death of the Party

Keene Brothers * Track #2 On Blues and Boogie Shoes

Death of the Party Lyrics

She used to be an American airline
Through hotels/parallels
Of the far-out moon

Still being watched by the pipe smoke contingent yeah
From creameries extremeries
And you won't leave soon

She drives like an exodus
Slow to the steeple
And her touch is sad
The cold room is clean
And it's distant from people
But the bugs are bad

She is alone never off to the races
She is pulled by lumbering dogs
Being chased by beasts

She drives like an exodus
Slow to the steeple
And her touch is sad
The cold room is clean
And it's distant from people
But the bugs are bad

For the foodstuff of dreams
Clay rails melting
Like an earthman equator
Blobs of light
Ripped from spiraled ceilings
And now there's no place to climb
Not a place

Tear it alive
I am always inventor
And I cry so suddenly
And I laugh so loud

And the cry is small
And the cry is small
And the cry is small
And I laugh so loud

Death of the Party Q&A

Who wrote Death of the Party's ?

Death of the Party was written by Robert Pollard.

When did Keene Brothers release Death of the Party?

Keene Brothers released Death of the Party on Tue May 02 2006.

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