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Featuring 6 songs from the debut full-length, A Gentleman's Agreement

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released January 1, 2010

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The Art of Attraction New Jersey

Experimental rock band from New Jersey (formerly Boston, MA). Check out our debut full-length, A Gentleman's Agreement.

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Track Name: The Gentlemen's Club
The night is young, and so are you. Take off your jackets and relish the view. There's always an empty seat, so bring all your friends. Come on down and enjoy it! Women dance on tables as if it's their job. Well, maybe it is, but maybe it's not. Scantily clad and willing to show for any amount the men opt to throw. Men all act like animals, staring at the pretty girls and begging them to take off their clothes, just a little faster. Please show a little more skin! Anything it takes to get their after-hours fix. Business is closed, but the clubs are wide open, just like the women, so come in, state your business. The ringmaster leads, pouring drink after drink to the thunderous applause of tonight's audience; clapping and cheering as liquor is poured from the bottle to the glass to the lips to the floor. Men all act like animals, staring at the pretty girls and reaching down into their clothes, like animals, throwing money in the air, drinking what's left in their cups. But it's never quite enough to cleanse them of their dirty hands and the sins they've committed in shedding their pants. Men all act like animals, staring at the pretty girls and reaching down into their clothes, just a little faster. Please show a little more skin! Anything it takes to get their after-hours fix. Business is closed, but the clubs are wide open, just like the women, so come in, state your business. Business is closed, but the clubs are wide open, just like the women, so come in, escape the Misses. Business is closed, but the clubs are wide open, just like the women, so come in and take a mistress.
Track Name: Speakeasy
Follow, feet. Do not flee the scene. Shed the lead and lightly tread. Heel, toe, to the shadows. Tip-toe home. Make haste by city light. Dodge passersby. Take flight to the shelter of your throne, in your kingdom all alone; tucked off in the countryside where your weary feet reside, content to be the lords upon the loam they call their court, their swarth. Though slightly cold, these limbs are bold. Pardon me, if I'm too forward. I know your legs were ill-prepared for this confession, but I lack sober discretion, so listen; even though you wear it well, that ring on your finger is a sin, for false pretenses were the grounds upon which it was given to you. You and I were made in match. We are kindred souls. We're meant to be. I couldn't hold my breath; couldn't bite my tongue anymore. A hand's romance. Fingers feel their way until they lovingly embrace their mates and lay softly interlaced. Star-crossed lover adorned, these hands are crowns of thorns. What misery they'll reap. With famine they will seed the soil. But hark! What light on yonder window breaks? 'Tis but the sun. And it comes to beckon me away. Parting is such sweet sorrow. I won't forget the way I felt when we first met. I wish I'd said it first. Please don't do this. I'll second guess the words I said to him. On bended knee, he asked of me my hand and I gave it. I'll be honest that when we kiss, I pretend it's your lips. Wherefore art thou? How could I vow myself to someone else? This suitor doesn't suit her. He hides behind his countenance. It's such a shame this lovely dame is haltered to the altar.
Track Name: Neptune
The tide will turn, swallow the earth, to purge the land of sins of man. Let fall these arms from arms. We'll walk tall arms in arms. Stand down, all, disengage. Surrender to lovers, two lovers, embrace.
Track Name: The Swiftness of Divine Retribution
This heart still has a steady pulse and these lungs, though numb, were never breathless. These eyes still show signs of life. Stick to the plan. Don't let your hands show any signs of weakness. For months you have planned, despite being damned to endure this treatment. A seed that was sewn has patiently grown, deep inside this prison. Its roots have dug deep, under cover they creep, until this tree has arisen. Its branches will reach out, with conviction, to seek out the flaws in these tall walls. These bars could never hold. I'll shatter this metal; break all the welds. You'll never take me alive. I'll never fall victim. I'll never give in to these demons. Call all your forces. Signal the troops. Sound the alarm. Battalions and galleons of soldiers and foes could never halt my escape. The world is an awful place, and nothing will be the same. When war is the answer, then whatever was the question wasn't worth it. The world is an awful place, and no one will be the same. When hatred consumes us, our children exhume us. We hope that they'll learn from our mistakes. I'm a fatal force to be reckoned with. A fury, a fire, burns within. Strap on your armor, lads, wrought heavy iron-clad. I'll put you in the ground. Ash to ash, dust to dust. The world is an awful place, and nothing will be the same. When war is the answer, then whatever was the question wasn't worth it. The world is an awful place, and no one will be the same. When hatred consumes us, our children entomb us in hopes that they'll quarantine our fate.
Track Name: The Consummation
Two crows, disguised as doves, sailed across the open water to the shores above Madrid and hid. Two criminals, they flee their painful history of blasphemy and lackadaisical decrees to appease expectations of engagement, matrimonial arrangements, no matter how extensive, they could never fill the void. Well disguised with lies contrived to fool the unwary lot, but no degree of treachery could mask a murder amidst the flock. Sultry skin, wrapped tightly in red satin. Vivacious curves, they twist and turn and tempt his nerves to act out on lusty impulses. He convulses to the touch of her lips, what a hot heavy kiss, as she struts her stuff in high heeled pumps and risque lingerie. What a scene! Would the bartender please pass a glass of confidence to the bride's groom. It's what he needs to continue the consummation of his engagement. Right away, it's obvious that he's not the man he thought that he could be. Linen slips from the shoulders down to the hips, as shaky hands trace ancient maps to learn her curves, despite having worked up a cold sweat, he stands erect, from the tips of his toes to the tip of his nose. Oh, he's trembling while she's pretending, how polite of her to fake it! Watch as Miss Innocent sheds her old skin; gives up a life full of virtue for sin. The alcohol flows through her veins like a catalyst, numbing her senses and conquering abstinence. What a scene! Would the bartender please pass a glass of obstinence to the bride soon. It's what she needs to continue the obligations of her engagement. Right away, it's obvious that he's not the man she thought he'd grow to be. It's amazing what a drink can do when it slips into the bloodstream. It's amazing what this drink can do when it slips into their bloodstreams.
Track Name: The Martyr of the Harbour
The undertow is gripping me. I'm kicking and screaming. The current is carrying me deeper, deeper into the sea. Oh no. The current reclaims me as the evening tide recedes, retreating from the beach with the empty hull of me. Oceanic Miss Atlantic calls us with her song. Under fathoms, we all gather, in spite of bursting lungs to learn the secret she's been keeping from each of us for years, 'til one by one, our lungs succumb. We surface, surface from the deep. Oceanic Miss Atlantic calls us with her song. The water's crushing me with its pressure at these depths. I try to breathe in, but I can't move my chest. In seconds, this vessel is surely to keel. Round up a crew to organize a rescue. This ship is my tomb, this water my grave. Oh no.