From the recording Party Girl
Party Girl is an energetic song played with a driving guitar groove (Rob Wigle), a riveting drumbeat (Jordi Comstock), an urgent accordion vibe (John Kyle Varley), and other mysterious guitar sound textures (Dale Murray). Through imagery and metaphor Party Girl examines three characters' relationship with the same old familiar friend that each needs to say goodbye to.... for the sake of a new beginning.
Liner Notes:
Songwriter: Rob Wigle
Producer: Dale Murray
Vocals: Rob Wigle
Acoustic Guitar: Rob Wigle
Drums: Jordi Comstock
Bass: Dale Murray
Accordion: John Kyle Varley
Electric Guitar and Textures: Dale Murray
Mandolin: Rob Wigle
Lyrics
Party Girl
By Rob Wigle
Verse
She reaches for the bourbon
‘cause she drank all the wine
she plays that old record
to the end every time
She’s the life of the party
She drinks and she smokes
She’s everybody’s party girl
She’s everybody’s joke
She looks a movie star
in her party dress
Why she hits the bottle hard
Is anybody’s guess?
Chorus
12 faces in the jury
12 ounces in your glass
12 hours until midnight
How the time flies past
A dozen faded roses
A dozen broken hearts
A dozen times you’ve told yourself
“I need a brand new start”
Verse
He gathers all his buddies
On a Friday night
He’s got a pocket full of money
He will spend it all tonight
He’s a master of the party
He’s a wizard with his wit
He’ll, he’ll dance, he’ll take a chance
Tomorrow he’ll forget
and when he’s working
the women on the floor
He’s a little bold, he’s getting old
He thinks they all want more
Chorus
12 faces in the jury
12 ounces in your glass
12 hours until midnight
How the time flies past
A dozen faded roses
A dozen broken hearts
A dozen times you’ve told yourself
“I need a brand new start”
Verse
She was pushed around in high school
She won’t forget that soon
She’s found a way to deal with that
She plays that record too
She’s as pretty as picture
With those big brown eyes
She takes a drink, and before she thinks
And then she’s telling lies
It doesn’t seem to matter
What day it is at all
She’ll put that record on
She’s got to play it all
Chorus
12 faces in the jury
12 ounces in your glass
12 hours until midnight
How the time flies past
A dozen faded roses
A dozen broken hearts
A dozen times you’ve told yourself
“I need a brand new start”
A dozen faded roses
A dozen broken hearts
A dozen times you’ve told yourself
“I need a brand new start”
Dartmouth
January 21, 2016