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“The Wild Party” at Norwood, NYC. August 2011

The Wild Party

from The Wild Party by Roma!

I think it was about midnight, yeah That’s when the party got hotter Women’s voices grew shriller And the men’s faces got redder The room was hung with streamers of smoke That billowed and curled, making everyone choke Eyes flashed Sparkled and glistened Everyone talked No one listened Oh look, there’s Jackie Perfectly formed of face Slim, full of grace Men and women were both his thing Whichever was closer would feel his sting He had two cars He’d been behind bars For theft and attempted escape Oh then there was that other time The time he got busted for rape It was a wild party Oh yeah A wild, wild party We outta ice?

Don’t worry about it Over there, that’s Dolores Sad-eyed, tall Wrapped in some kind of Mexican shawl She’s pretty, with a body built to please And a hotbed of venereal disease To the bathroom she made frequent trips Coke fell from her nose in expensive drips She was always between apartments, didn’t have a phone And never left a party alone

Behold the twin brothers Oscar and Phil They sang, played piano Together with skill They were powdered, rouged With slicked-back hair And always wore matching underwear And while they both sure loved to cruise A man they never chose to choose They preferred each other, and couldn’t bear To not make love a family affair Yeah, it was a wild party I mean seriously Wild, wild party Need a drinK? I do, too Kate made the scene with her Hamptons tan And left Black’s side to fuck Queenie’s man Queenie saw her go, and stopped the Vic To put on a record, so blue it was sick She moved forward swiftly, stood before Black “Hey, dance with me ‘Til Kate comes back?”

And ever so shyly she smiled He nodded, completely beguiled The rest were simply repetitions Of the more notorious – slim editions Less practiced, less hardened Less vicious, less strong Just a bunch of strangers Trying to get along I mean, this was seriously a wild party Oh yeah A wild, wild party Sunday’s the new Friday Oh my God I just walked in– You’ll never believe who I walked in on!

Yeah! Pants around his ankles!

He just smiled at me!

I think he wanted me to watch!

“The Wild Party” at Norwood, NYC. August 2011

Katana: Guitar Beretta: Bass Armada: Drums Calavera: Keyboards Stiletto: Vocals Aryn Cole: Vocals Catie Lazarus: Vocals Produced and arranged by Mr. David Barratt at The Abattoir Of Good Taste and The Mobile Abattoir.

Written by Phillips/Barratt

Photography: Nico Malvaldi Styling: Katharine Polk

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