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http://sweetsoubrette.com "Charlatan," a song about a storefront psychic from Sweet Soubrette's 2014 album Burning City, was inspired by the short story "Written" by Manuel Gonzales (http://whatstheworth.com/post/24689427544/written), which was inspired by Emily Raw's cover photo for Sweet Soubrette's What's My Desire EP, which was inspired by the writings of Anais Nin.

Some press about this collaboration: http://bookriot.com/2013/01/30/the-way-book-events-should-be/

Download the track: http://sweetsoubrette.bandcamp.com/track/charlatan

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Video by Emily Raw

Audio track engineered, produced & mixed by Don Godwin at Phantom Center, Brooklyn, NY, mastered by Stefan Heger at Fisheye Studios, Cologne, Germany. Featuring: Ellia Bisker (lead vocals & ukulele), Heather Cole (violin), Don Godwin (drums), Stacy Rock (backing vocals & piano), Erin Rogers (saxophone), Cecil Scheib trombone), Bob Smith (bass), & John Waters (trumpet). Written & composed by Ellia Bisker. Horn arrangement by Erin Rogers. (c) 2013 Sweet Soubrette Songs (ASCAP).

Lyrics:

Here is how it works
Her brother brings them in
She doesn't know where it comes from
She doesn't care if it is true
She doesn't know where it comes from
She doesn't care
If it is true

Pale was too pale when she put the powder on
The marks suspected
People think she traffics in banalities
She keeps collected
Is the kid who's selling Coca-Cola
In her spiderweb
Or is she blowing smoke
Are her predictions just a joke

Before they even step inside
She starts to write
She doesn't know what it all means
She reads it to them anyway
She doesn't know what it all means
She reads it to
Them anyway

She knows who they want to hear from
What they long for her to tell
Is she getting secret signals
Are they suckers for the sell
All her tales of fame and fortune
Of tragedy and pain
How does she does she do it
It's a fascinating game

They think it's a scam
But she's no charlatan
She writes until there's nothing left
She cannot stop till she is done
She writes until there's nothing left
She cannot stop
Till she is done
She cannot stop
Till she is done