| Goodnight, Fair Lady | |
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| Appears On | The Afterman: Ascension |
| Track | 5 |
| Length | 3:23 |
| Written By | Claudio Sanchez |
| Produced By | Coheed And Cambria Michael Birnbaum Chris Bittner |
| Preceded By | Mothers Of Men |
| Followed By | Key Entity Extraction II: Holly Wood The Cracked |
Goodnight, Fair Lady is the fifth song on the 2012 album The Afterman: Ascension.
Lyrics[]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
I have a story to tell you
Of one slow decline
Where a girl yanked on the strings
To break this man's heart
Oh lord, I think I deserve a little better than this
I think I've earned it
So I'll just keep humming this song and hope you follow.
Turn me over, roll me 'round
To find the truth that I don't want found
Oh, don't believe everything you hear
I'm the snake waiting for you, dear
And eventually you'll come to me
I know you will.
Oh, I know you will.
You're lipstick crazy, I make my pass
The drink turns over, the glass smashed
And with the kindness and my smarts,
I replace your pleasure with a friend at the bottom
Turn me over, roll me 'round
To find the truth that I don't want found
Oh, don't believe everything you hear
I'm the snake waiting for you, dear
And eventually you'll come to me
I know you will.
Oh, it's my fate to be your biggest mistake
Oh, I'll tell you all you want to hear until you sleep
I know you will...
Oh, goodnight
Oh, Goodnight, Fair Lady.
Turn me over, roll me 'round
To find the truth that I don't want found
Oh, don't believe everything you hear
I'm the snake waiting for you, dear
And eventually you'll come to me
I know you will.
And eventually you'll come to me
And eventually you'll come to me
We can agree to disagree
Well maybe that was you then, and now this is me
Eventually you'll come to me, baby
I know you will.
All Mother: "Caution, second entity identified."
Meaning[]
In the coffee-table book published with some of the Special Editions, Claudio gave insight into how he came up with each track on the album. For this track, he wrote:
"I was at a restaurant with my wife, and this incredibly creepy gentleman was sitting at the end of the bar. There was something about him that was so uncomfortable and out of place—like a predator lying in wait. My imagination got away from me and all of a sudden, I couldn't stop thinking about the bar turning into a Broadway musical: The lights blazing toward this guy as he would jump out of his seat and start performing a full theatrical production of his sinister intentions."