Army of Words

by Zoe Rose

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Executive Producer Steve Miller
Executive Producer Amy Sherman-Palladino
Executive Producer Daniel Palladino
Produced by Kent Hertz and Zoe Rose

Painting by Matthew Palladino
matthewpalladino.com

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released 22 February 2013
Recorded and mixed by Kent Hertz at Hz Productions.
Mastered by Ryan Kojan.
Viola on "Spiders" by Thomas Lea.
Cello on "Spiders" by Claire Courchene.
Drums on "Enterprise" by Alan Luster.
Bell tree, laughter, clapter, whistling, and male voices on "Cute Trend" by Kent Hertz.
Whistling and other laughter and clapter on "Cute Trend" by Zoe Rose.
Male vocals on "Rosebuds" by Kent Hertz.
All other vocals, guitar, bass, piano, snare, percussion, baritone ukulele, synth, and vibraslap by Zoe Rose.
All songs written and arranged by Zoe Rose.

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These are the especially for you secrets of the heart, thoughts of the unspoken, sometimes dark, sometimes bright, but always honest songs of Zoe Rose.

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Track Name: The Wrong Song
This is the wrong song,
This is the wrong army of words,
Aiming to fight for a meaning,
The wallowing end and the smiling beginning.
Tomorrow is worth twenty four hours,
What are you going to do?
I wait for you to catch a glance
From the other side of the room.

One thousand upcomings,
Compelled by the question of "What if?"
I'm gonna bathe in it
With you if you'd like,
That'd be my pick.
'Cause outside the tub,
It's really quite cold,
If I could I would take your hand.
Your love is bleeding
With heart for life,
And your posture's a music stand.

Thinking, thinking back to our days,
Waiting, waiting for you to come home again.

This is the wrong song,
'Cause we should be rubbing our shoulders.
This is the final departure,
'Cause we are two mice,
And time is a vulture.
Tomorrow is worth sun up and sun down,
And when are we going to rise?
I hope when you recieve the package I've sent,
It's a pleasant surprise.

Thinking, thinking back to our days.
Waiting, waiting for you to come home again.

It's getting foggy!
But I like that grey kind of weather.
The bus hasn't come yet.
It's tempting to see people sucking on cigarettes!
It's hard to ignore the thoughts in my head,
I wish they weren't mostly of you.
The ringing song of the train bell sounds,
And it makes me feel slightly less blue.

Thinking, thinking back to our days.
Waiting, waiting for you to come home again,
Come home again,
Come home oh,
Lalala lalala lalala

This is the wrong song.
Track Name: Cute Trend
I don't really need to know
What your eyes already show,
I ask if you feel low you say,
"Only of course!"
You give me these great looks,
Like the ones you get from books,
You think everybody's crooks
But you show no remorse!

I'm not having any fun anymore!
You won't screw me, or talk to me,
So...what am I here for?!
From me to you,
From me again,
Looks like the start, but it's the end!
We were such a cute trend!

At first you said take it slow.
In my head I was thinking, "No!"
Should I stay or should I go
Or will you make the choice?

You call me a young kid,
I use my hand to shut your lid,
And all that music you did,
Well I do I like your voice!

But I'm not having any fun anymore!
You won't screw me, or talk to me,
So...what am I here for?!
From me to you,
From me again,
Looks like the start, but it's the end,
We were such a cute trend!

I've never met anybody as troubled as you!
(And that's true)
And I've met a lot of bodies, too!


But I'm not having any fun anymore!
You won't screw me, or talk to me,
So...what am I here for?!
From me to you,
From me again,
Looks like the start, but it's the end,
We were such a cute trend!
We were such a cute trend!
We were such a cute trend!
Track Name: Enterprise
I walked around all day until the night was on my skin and eyes.
I took a bus seat many times,
That was my enterprise.

He's sliding up and down the avenues,
His eyes are blues, he's twenty-two.
Thousands of words, they don't mean much,
Means much more in bed in the morning.

I had a dream my death was mine,
Pinned it down to the date and time.
When my death had almost arrived,
An earthquake hit,
Everyone went running.
Track Name: Rosebuds
Streets ablaze,
My toes are stuffy in my shoes,
I want to be
Faithful to my earth and you.
The nutrients
Of love and hate feed into my blood,
And make me blush,
Red like a rosebud.

And temptation steels my control,
My eyes can see and my wheels do roll.
Trees sway and grow old,
And then there's passion
And then there's temptation.

My hands shake,
But discomfort motivates me to keep
Going on and on until I find what I seek.
I'm in a sea of wonder and I feel doubt and fear,
And my mask has worn down so much, it's clear.

And temptation steels my control,
My eyes can see and my wheels do roll.
Trees sway and grow old,
And then there's passion
And then there's temptation.

Streets ablaze,
My toes are stuffy in my shoes,
I want to be
Faithful to my earth and you.
The nutrients
Of love and hate feed into my blood,
And make me blush,
Red like a rosebud.
Track Name: My Hanky's All Wet
My hanky's all wet.
Remember how we first met?
I took you across the room,
We kissed,
But now my hanky's all wet.
And no one's around
Everyone is out of town,
And there's nothing I can do,
Sit here and cry about loving you!
I sit here and cry about loving you.

Loving you, loving you, loving you.

It's gettin' real late.
Remember our very first date?
You took me across town,
We shared.
But now my hanky's all wet.
And I'm alone in the house.
And you're at a friend's house!
You're doing alright!
I've been crying every night!
Crying about loving you!
Crying about loving you.

Loving you, loving you, loving you.

My hanky's all wet.
Remember how we first met?
I took you across the room,
We kissed.
Track Name: Spiders
Spider
Above my bed,
Upon my wall,
I gave him to death.

Don't get me wrong, though!
I did feel so guilty!
But it was him, or me.
And it was he...

Next night,
Whilst in bed,
I felt tickles upon my neck.
Jumping,
I flicked the light,
I saw two spiders scuddle out of sight!

I heard them whisper,
"That's her! That's her!
That's the one!"

I stayed up for hours,
Waiting for spiders
To reappear.
Raining,
I fell asleep,
Dreaming of spiders
Speaking to me...

"Don't be afraid of me!
My bite is nothing compared to a bee sting!
Don't be afraid of me!
If you were me, you'd understand...
Stand...
Stand...
Stand..."

Gently, I awoke,
Crawled out of bed,
And through the crack on the wall...
Track Name: One More Straw
One more straw,
One more straw and I'll break,
I'll just break.

One more day,
One more day and I'll break,
I'll just break.

And I won't be here to take.
And I won't be scared to break.

I could turn,
I could turn right off
If I want.
I could run,
I could run so far
And be gone.

And I won't be here to take!
And I won't be scared to break!

Goin' away so I can be
In my own sweet company!
I can't fly,
But I'll try.

And I won't be here to take,
And I won't be scared to break.

One more straw,
One more straw,
One more straw,
And I'll BREAK!

One more straw...
One more straw and I'll break,
One more.
And I won't be here to take,
And I won't be here to break,
And I won't.
Be scared.
To break.
Track Name: Nicaragua
In Nicaragua,
My grandpa read my hand,
I sang a little song,
They didn't understand.

Managua, Nicaragua,
We went into a cave,
Next to a volcano,
Intrigued, but afraid.

Oooo

En Nicaragua,
We hit the shooting range,
We shot off some guns!
It felt very strange...

Managua Nicaragua,
I met my family,
Nena, and Walter,
And little Izzie.
Oh, little Izzie.