The Soiree

"The Soiree" is the third track of the second act of The New Albion Radio Hour, and the ninth track of the album overall.

## Lyrics

[CONSTANCE:]

It’s a dance in the city
With the dames dolled up all pretty
And I'm feeling fine and frisky tonight
And the beaus in their clothes
With boots and tuxes, ties and bows
Getting flirty, smiling dirty all right

It’s a high class soiree
A hint of culture, tint of gay
The refined are lined to come out and play
With a fella on my arm
I’m up to do a little harm
He’s my mark I’m out to charm and get paid

[MARK:] (spoken)

Well, aren't you the cat’s meow?

[CONSTANCE:] (spoken)

You're quite light on your feet yourself.

[MARK:] (spoken)

Would you care for a Papaver cigarette?

[CONSTANCE:] (spoken)

No, handsome, let's just dance.

[CONSTANCE:]

It’s the forefront of fashion
They’re sashaying at this bash and
All the trends are getting set left and right
All the wheeling and dealing
Drinks and handshakes all are sealing
All the trysts and twists of business ignite

It’s the thrill of romancing
All the belles are out a prancing
And I’m dancing like a devil tonight
It’s the science of flirtation
All the wily games you’re playing
And you both think you’re the cat with the mice

It’s the partay
At the soiree
Come alive inside
And rave away and play
It’s so risqué
Where the rich play
Come inside, come alive
Come and wine and dine and hustle today

[MARK:] (spoken)

Say, you don’t suppose I could I ask your father for permission to court you?

[CONSTANCE:] (spoken)

My father is gone. Probably dead.

[MARK:] (spoken)

Oh dear--

[CONSTANCE:] (spoken)

And I'd rather not--

[MARK:] (spoken)

Well, they say if you journey to the underworld, you can raise the dead. Or at least see them I suppose... what's that Greek myth?

[CONSTANCE:] (spoken)

You're a better dancer than a conversationalist, darling.

[CONSTANCE:]

It’s a dance in the city
While the rich are sitting pretty
There’s a thief and she’s a sneaking in sight
While his eyes and hands are roaming
I’m just eyeing up his coat
Where the little case I’m chasing a lies

There’s a moment that’s growing
Where i’m going all for broke and
I just know it’s gonna show itself soon
With a dip and a touch
And with some luck a clumsy bump
Then I’m done and gonna run to the moon

It’s the partay
At the soiree
Come alive inside
And rave away and play
It’s so risqué
Where the rich play
Come inside, come alive
Come and wine and dine and hustle today

At the partay
At the soiree
Come alive inside
And rave away and play
It’s so risqué
Where the rich play
Come inside, come alive
Come and wine and dine and hustle today

Don’t be dismayed
Don’t you sit or stay clear
'Cause all the action happens here
It’s a fact that these soirees are where decisions are made
And behind all the smiles
There’s a beast here all the while
It’s a deadly affair
It’s ferocious in its glare
It’s a glamour, a test
It’ll go straight to your head
It’s the silent deadly brawl
It’s the writing on the wall
Where you stand when the cards fall

It’s a dance in the city
All the wild, all the witty
Getting giddy, geared up, pretty to play
It’s the body’s reaction to the musical attraction
It’s relaxing and it’s starting to sway

A sensation, a dip, the right rotation of the hips
A quick elation you maintain all the night
You can lose yourself in motion or commit something felonious
As a bonus cause you know it’s all right