70's-ish rock ballad. an homage of sorts to my favorite band (City Boy).
prog
pop
rock
power
eclectic
sixties
seventies
eighties
Story behind the song
lyrics are about the frivolous, fleeting, disposable, fickle, youthful nature of modern popularity/fame (the fifteen minute variety...). How much of it is totally fabricated and all for show.
Lyrics
Beneath the prying eyes, waiting for the show
Jennifer is always sure to let the world know
She's got rhythm to spare, seems to have a flare
For taking teenage breath away and making old men stare
Lady Libertine is making the scene
Sealing a deal where nothing is real
And learning how to crawl, the happy living doll
An actress in the nude will take her cue
Paper Mache for the easy life
Paper Mache to the camera eye
Paper Mache, it's so long friends
Leaving home for the circus tent
Paper Mache in the house of style
Winning the game for a little while
Now Angel's lost horizon is hardly making sense
Found her dream in a magazine and lost her innocence
Now she fumbles through the day, another growing pain,
The idle matinee in a fashion throwaway
She caught the falling star on Sunset Blvd.
A promise in hand ain't worth a damn
It's Paper Mache for the chosen ones
Wearing it well 'til reality comes
Paper Mache on a gossamer wing
Shiny and new with a familiar ring
Paper Mache for the inner child
Selling it's youth for a little while
