STATEMENTS/LYRICS

Dark humor, tempered anger, wide-eyed joy, rank disappointment and all emotions in between: these characterize EDP's sharp lyrical modus operandi.  New York City is the best fodder for songwriting, and the common man gets his say herein.  Below are lyrics to several EDP songs.  All lyrics written by Carl Carrara and copyright 2007 by EDP.

It Should Have Been

Before you throw it over
Why don’t you start it over
It’s been so complicated
You are so frustrated
With the boys behind dark sunglasses
Handing out those backstage passes
To the uneducated masses

Think of all the time you’re wasting
Hanging around, procrastinating
Wondering when you’ll stumble upon it
You cut your finger on it
Probing around the sharpened edges
Contemplating just what measures
Need to be taken to alleviate the pressures

I heard them whispering a warning
Something about a second coming
Must have missed it the first time around
Now everybody’s got their ears to the ground

Do you dare to ask the question?
There are secrets too terrible to mention
You stumbled around the answer
Like some drunken back room dancer

Found out you were so mistaken
She already had been taken
Now you feel so forsaken

I heard them shouting out a warning
Didn’t even see it coming
Wished I’d missed it this time around
Hope somebody turns my soul in at the lost and found

There were those who underrated
The debris that was created
As you swerved between love and hatred

Who waited on her for hours?
Only to end up with a stain on their new trousers

Simple minds are so easily amused
And true believers so easily fooled

You watched your ship sail out to sea
As you made a toast and drank your tea
And whispered quietly
“It should have been me”

Love You To Death

I love you
And although you don’t show it
You want me too
Deep down inside I just know it
Although you walk away
Won’t even give me the time of day
I know you love me to death

On my wall
Every picture is of you
And I know that you know
No one can ever love you like I do
The subtle way you ignore me
When you make believe you don’t know me
Just makes me love you to death

If you see someone lurking in the corner don’t worry
It’s only me
If someone phones and just hangs up it’s OK
It’s only me
I’m kind of funny that way

The way you talk
I hang on every word
The way that that you walk
The meaning of my life is assured
I’d do anything for you
Even commit mass murder for you
It’s only because I love you to death

If you see someone lurking in the corner don’t worry
It’s only me
If you receive anonymous letters in the mail it’s OK
I’m kind of funny that way

Although you walk away
Won’t even give me the time of day
I know you love me to death
I just want to love you to death
I know I could love you to death

Only Twenty One (Poor Baby)

She tried suicide
When she was just nineteen
The Jaguar her daddy bought for her
Did nothing for her low self- esteem.
She was so disappointed when
She woke up alive the next day
Oh what a drag it is
To grow up in the lap of luxury
Poor baby

Chorus:

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, she don’t trust anyone
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, she’s desperate for some fun
Yeah., Yeah, Yeah, she’s only twenty-one
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

She once had a fiance’
His mom did not approve
He agreed and he went away
So she hates him, his mom and hers too
Now she has lots of men she calls friends
Sits in bars, drinks alcohol
Then to allay her insecurities
Has chats with them in toilet stalls
Poor baby

(Chorus)

Between reality and fantasy
Between the truth and the lie
She can’t tell which from which
As the cracks in her life multiply
She is only twenty-one
She doesn’t know what to
And things are only looking bleaker now
That she’s turning twenty-two
Poor baby

(Chorus)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, how did it come to this?
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, she’s really full of shit
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, she’s only twenty-one
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Take It Away

You sit there waiting by the phone
You prefer being pathetic
To being alone
But that tender moment
Is just an illusion
It’s only the fever
That causes the confusion
It’s got to break now
‘Cause you

Chorus:

Can’t go on this way
Miserable everyday
I know that you can make it
You have the power to take it away

You’ve convinced yourself
That you need her
But you’re suffering from
Selective amnesia
For the love you’re building
Is a façade
And the part you’re playing
Is a charade
Bring down the curtain
‘Cause you

(Chorus)

You count yourself as one of the afflicted
When all your wounds are self- inflicted

So stop your sobbing
Dry your tears
I know you’ve been hurting
For so many years
But you can end this
Stop feeding the pain
Your forecast’s always cloudy
With a chance of rain
It’s got to clear up
‘Cause you

(Chorus)

You’ve got to wake up
‘Cause you

(Chorus)

So Shall We?

If every picture tells a story
Do you think this one’s worth a look?
Are we on the same page?
Are we even reading the same book?
No not rapists, opportunists
So shall we end this,
With an embrace and a kiss
With an embrace and a kiss
With an embrace and a kiss
Shall we end this,
With an embrace and a kiss
With an embrace and a
GLASGOW KISS

So now you’re not around
You’ve gone to ground and
I can plainly see
You’re shut down like a sea side resort town
In January
No not sadists, only realists
So is it worth while,
To say good-bye with a wink and a smile
With a wink and a smile
With a wink and a smile
Is it worth while,
With a wink and a smile
Say goodbye with a
CHELSEA SMILE

You are sleeping
I can’t come near you
You are weeping
I don’t believe it now
I’ve heard this sad story before
And I don’t want to hear it anymore.

And don’t you agree?
We both knew this would end needlessly
And don’t you agree?

Falling

So this is what it’s like, falling through the cracks
Neither here nor there, break your momma’s back
“Oh yes, I realize it’s me and not you”
And everything you say hurts, because it’s true
The accusations are appalling
I think I’m falling.

Polite conversation, can you read between the lines
You leave me hung over like maliciously cheap wine
“Oh no, it’s OK I do understand”
And sometimes deep down inside, I think I almost can
The innuendoes are galling
I think I’m falling

Each day dawns just like the day before and the one before that
Until the weeks and the months seem to repeat themselves like a needle across
A record that’s scratched

It’s unwise to criticize something you know nothing about
I cry Sisyphus over dark English stout
Are you so clever as to ascertain what’s to blame?
I just can’t make that scene nor play that game
I hear the sirens calling
I think I’m falling

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