An Awkward Time with The Debutante Hour

by The Debutante Hour

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The second full-length album by The Debutante Hour, released March 15, 2012.

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released 15 March 2012
The Debutante Hour is:
Susan Hwang (vocals, drums, piano, accordion)
Mia Pixley (vocals, cello, zazz)
Maria Sonevytsky (vocals, accordion, baritone ukulele, piano, drums)

Featuring the amazing Peter Hess and his menagerie of instruments: baritone, tenor and C melody saxophones; bass clarinet, flugelhorn, organ, wine & whiskey bottles, kleen canteen, cymbals, tambourine, shaker, and other percussion.
With the additional talents of: Justin Mullens, French horn and flugelhorn on “Please Come Home; Karen Leblanc, saw on “Parking.”

Produced by Peter Hess
Mixed by James Frazee
Engineered by James Frazee at Hobo Sound, NJ; assisted by Frank Lopez
Tracks 6 (“Spy”) and 8 (“M. Bovary”) produced by Franz Nicolay and Major Matt Mason at Olive Juice Studios, NYC
Mastered by Warren Russell-Smith at The Magic Shop, NYC
Design by Diana Schoenbrun. Photographs by Charles Lavoie.

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Track Name: Doo Wop Girl
I’m going to outer space on Saturday
On Saturday I’ll be in space
I'm not sure! (She's not sure.)
I’m not sure about when I will get back to earth
Ill be sure, I’ll be sure
I’ll be sure to make it back to be your doo wop girl

Doo wop girl, your doo wop girl
I’ll be sure to make it back to be your doo wop girl
To sing Doo wop...

My heart goes mambo jambo in the Congo
In the Congo mambo jambo

Came here to get away, get away
And all I can do is think about you every day
And I’m not sure how long I’ll stay
Heart goes mambo jambo in the Congo and it sounds this way

And you can get at me by telepathy
Telepathy is how you get at me
I’m also taking messages cosmically
And I’ll hit you back astrologically
Astrologically, cosmically
Telepathy is how you get at me...

Well I’m in town and you’re around (She's around and you're in town.)
I’m ready to go, but you’ve changed the show
You don’t need me as your doo-wop lady anymore
Anymore, anymore
You don’t need as your doo-wop lady, any more
To sing Doo Wop...
Track Name: Parking
Hydrant, too small (too small, too small)
Driveway, alley (driveway alley, driveway alley)
Too small, too small (too small, too small)
Wrong side; I need a Tuesday/Friday

Hydrant, walkway
If Pennsylvania had moved up.
Funeral home, church, bad block—you’ll get broken into
Do you think I can fit there?

Do you think I can fit there?...
I think I see something…
Is that something up there?

No, it’s a
Hydrant, too small (too small, too small)
Driveway, alley (driveway alley, driveway alley)
Too small, too small (too small, too small)
Wrong side; I need a Tuesday/Friday.

Hydrant, walkway
If Pennsylvania had moved up.
Funeral home, church, bad block—you’ll get broken into
Do you think I can..

How many gods must I appease today.
How many gods did I offend.
In the city, there seem so many more than in the midwest.

They say you just have to want it without wanting it, but
That takes more cool than I’ve got—
I wasn’t born with a lot.
So now I’m stuck wanting the things that I want and wondering
Do do do do do
Do you think I’ll fit?
Track Name: Milestone
I hit a landmark
it was an ugly wreck
in a small town
I lay my head down down
on the pavement
in that small town

I hit a milestone
but no one noticed
in that small town
I blew out candles
and then an eyelash
in that small town

Milestones they come and go and you don’t know need to tell me so
this one I destroyed I confess
cause I saw that it was coming but I couldn’t stop from making a mess

It always seems that there will be light at the end of the tunnel
but the end always snakes off in the dark
and the light that shines off on the horizon
is just another pair of headlights, coming on strong

Do you ever get angry at the weather
in this big town
Just kick a cloud’s ass
that’s what my friend says
in this big town

Just show no mercy
no sign of weakness
in this big town
I get so tired,
I lay my head down
in this big town

Milestones they come and go and you don’t know need to tell me so
this one I destroyed I confess
cause I saw that it was coming but I couldn’t stop from making a mess
Track Name: Please Come Home
I can’t treat you any different from how it’s always been.
I don’t know how to make anything better; I never did.
And I wonder how my life would have been if the cards were shuffled just one more minute,
But that never happened; now it feels wrong, without you in it.

Please come home.

You can hate me as much as you used to.
You can blame me for anything you want.
What I wouldn’t give to walk into a room and find you in it.

Please come home.

I can’t say, I’ll ever understand you.
I’ll most likely always get you wrong.
What I wouldn’t give to sit next to you with all those problems you never let anyone solve.

Please come home.
Track Name: Sexy Sister
This is a story about my sister
How she surprised us all
Quiet melancholic and awkward
When she was small
She wore flannel shirts and umbros
Sambas and dickies
But magic things can happen
Thanks to puberty

Cuz she’s my sexy sister
My super sexy sister
You can see her in men’s magazines
Cuz she’s my sexy sister
She takes all the sexy pictures
Sister can you save some sexy for me

Some like big butts and they cant lie
Other brothers cant deny
Her physique is pretty flashy
Have you seen her in her panties
Black lingerie page forty five

Cuz she’s my sexy sister
My super sexy sister
You can see her in men’s magazines
Cuz she’s my sexy sister
She takes all the sexy pictures
Sister can you save some sexy for me

It’s an awkward sensation
Sexy sister pics across the nation
Are those really her breasts
Or did they photoshop her chest

Pho-to-shop

Cuz she’s my sexy sister
My super sexy sister
You can see her in men’s magazines
Cuz she’s my sexy sister
She takes all the sexy pictures
Sister can you save some sexy for me

Seeeeeeexy Siiiiiister
You can see her in men’s magazines
Well Imma take my own sexy pictures
Just like my sister And photo-shop the shit outta me.
Track Name: Everybody Thinks I'm a Spy (But I'm Not)
Everybody thinks I’m a spy, but I’m not
They think that every word I say is a lie, but it’s not
The pen with which I write down some notes is just a pen that I bought - not a mic
There is no camera taping you from my hat, not during the day not during the night

Oh, the humanity
I’m not a spy, just a curious guest from a foreign country
If your housecat isn’t sitting at home, he isn’t with me, held for questioning
If the kitchen isn’t just so, it wasn’t my fault, I just needed some salt
Didn’t mean to spill my wine on the floor, it wasn't to distract you from anything more
There is no camera taping you from my hat, I just like this hat and it’s cold
That’s what hats are made for

Oh, the humanity
it's not a pose
I'm really a student of ethnomusicology...
Track Name: Illusions (Madame Bovary's)
Money is for spending
why bother pretending
your body’s not for feeling.
give it something good.

Bon bons are for eating
As long as he is treating.
Satisfaction is too fleeting
to do what you should.

I’ve got illusions.
I’m gonna lose them (use them)
That’s what they’re there for.

So the way out of naivete’s not always respectable.
I’ve got to be here all flesh and blood and three-dimensional.
I found the way out my mama’s belly without pretention (just like you….)
So gimme gimme gimme gimme the best of these dimensions.

Wild oats are for sowing.
Secrets are for knowing.
Just climb into a cab, and tell the man to drive.

Life is for the living.
Rules are for the breaking.
Your heart will do the same no matter how you try.

I’ve got illusions...
Track Name: M. Bovary
I want so many things.
I want you to adore me.
I believed in everything
the storybooks told me.

I don’t understand why people are born
Only to want what will never be yours.

I want so many things.
Other girls have them.
How do you get from A to B.
How does anything happen.

I’ve never been good at being happy.
I’d learn how if I could, but I just keep on wanting everything.

Can you blame me?
Track Name: Lima
Forecast for rain, in Lima on their wedding day
Don’t be sorry for rain in Lima on their wedding day

Because the rain felt like kisses
Everyone gets kisses
The rain felt like kisses in Lima

Juan met a Maria in Lima on their wedding day

And to them the rain felt like kisses
Everyone gets kisses
The rain felt like kisses in Lima

She used her eyes made him think that she’s his prize; I do
They both arrived alone neither wanted to come and be reminded of their solitude which they ran from
In spite of their wishes they felt rain and kisses

And to them the rain felt like kisses
Everyone gets kisses
The rain felt like kisses in Lima
Track Name: A Book You'll Never Read
I wouldn’t call it a labor of love
I wouldn’t say that I loved you very much
I didn’t know when I got to that place
That seven years is a long time to waste

I wouldn’t say that I ever really cared
I wouldn’t swear by the words that we shared
I didn’t know when I started down this road
That these last 7 years would leave me oh so cold

It took Phoenician architects seven years / to build a temple for King Solomon
And Michelangelo possessed by God or greed took seven years to paint the Sistine Chapel (“it was actually five”)

7 Wonders of the World, 7 boys for 7 girls,
7 angels to condemn our deadly sins,
7 steps to fully grieve, 7 Delphic prophecies
and in 7 years I wrote a book you’ll never read

Oh—A Book You’ll Never Read