Television City

by Liz Pappademas

All expenses paid Beach front luxury Wouldn’t that be great? Just once Just you and me Grand prize winners Factory direct Matching, solid oak I’d guard and protect these things we’d own as Grand prize winners Did you see it in the air? Like smoke is to a smoker. All these people’s dreams and prayers. Just the chance. Like… close, then that much closer To a little house in town Walking distance to a movie theater A kid running around Never asks us If we are Grand prize winners You still love to watch And I still love to watch you Getting caught Up in the thrill Proving I’m a grand prize winner
33:3 Part 2 04:30
Down Beverly, To Television City, In the back seat Of black-windowed limousine. Pass driveways - The mouths of caves. You left. You left. Behold. A transfiguration. In make up New paper collar You’ll make it up to them somehow New booth, new church: a prime time game show. Change lives! Cash prizes! Answer this and win it all! You are the light, their guide, their Idol And shaking, they will lean on you. What do you do? What do you do? The chorus was a shadow, a lie. You tried, so hard. Call unto me, and I will answer thee? Jeremiah 33:3 Shaking, they still lean on you. What do you do? What do you do? The chorus was a shadow, a lie. You tried, so hard. Call unto me, and I will answer thee? Jeremiah 33:3
Star Struck 03:27
Deer in the headlights Headlights a camera Black mouth opening Silently She made these t-shirts T-shirts for Hollywood California TV Star struck Star struck Our baby left us Star struck Star struck Stopped calling home. Home was the Jigsaw While U Wait Cutting keys And bragging to all her friends Her friends at the True Value About her big plans. Call, honey. Please. Star struck … Volleyball sunsets Sun sets on the corn fields Bend down Palm trees Accents and accidents Accident brake lights Lane closed Sawdust, grease Star struck …
I don’t want to go this year. It’ll be just like last year. Casseroles and mistletoe. Drunks with their arms out. Drunks with their arms out. I can’t believe you don’t think it’s funny when they ask me what I do. I can’t help but turn to you. What?! Do?! You?! Do?! all day And then I get it at the party. You don’t think that’s funny? I don’t want to go this year. It’ll be just like last year. Same Sinatra Christmas carols. I’m a Dean Martin man. I’m a Dean Martin man. And they’ll find me drinking in the den with the door closed “Nice to meet you!” “I thought this was the bathroom.” What?! Do?! You?! Do?! all day Then I get it at the party You don’t think that’s funny?
Won the tickets for your birthday. At least I told them it was your birthday. Your favorite game show. I give you the living tableau: The studio audience, Is wailing and waving their arms around. S.O.S. Save Our Souls! We're gonna drown! After church on Sunday - We go almost every Sunday. Spread the bills out on the table. Think of that prize money, and how I'd spend on the credit cards and the cable. And the kids next door, Are wailing and waving their arms around. I wish I could save more. Dear God and Hal Harvey, Why am I so poor? And why'd I go on that game show? Why do I sit in church every Sunday? I don't know. No one's gonna save me. And it's not about being lucky. It's about looking at you, And wailing and waving my arms around. A love so true, I'd go on National TV and pray to God, That we'll be happy and stay in love, Despite the money or even the Lord. Oh, baby, it isn't hard to love you. I Door Number One you. Thank God you are the one who I come home to.
(to be read while listening) Adam drove down the curving ramps of the garage, trying and trying not to look at the faces of the members of the studio audience returning to their cars. Would they recognize him? He wanted them to, and knew that after the show aired, he might be stopped on the street, spoken to at work! But remembering his endgame failure, he put his hand up to shield his face. Adam played well throughout the game, naming each of his opponents’ occupations with ease. His winnings were high for the program, and his prayers had been answered, but he froze on the ArboReal® Final Bonus “KNOCK! KNOCK!”, missing out on an additional fifty grand. There would be no after party with Hal Harvey and Goodie Williams champagne toasting his win. He was just another contestant. His mother and father and sister, who had flown in to watch, had gone back to their hotel. He followed the exit signs, and when he reached street level, the guard (who appeared as an angel) raised the gate (which was a flaming sword), and Adam drove off the lot into the bright sun, dazzled by the excess of light.
She never turns her back On a washer dryer Sails across her living room carpet Wearing a Vaseline smile She sits and thinks about angels And their maple blonde hair Trapped on earth just like she is Every day on the air The neighborhood on the set doesn’t look like hers. She can hear them in the upstairs apartment, Moving the furniture. What a simple life they lead, Turning their backs if they please, Taking all the attention she wants, By just watching TV. Free will’s gathering like a storm Behind the crowds as they clap But she keeps riding in on platforms And she never turns her back She is there to protect them Show them the way Careful that her jealous thoughts Don’t get her fired for betrayal The neighborhood on the set doesn’t look like hers … And if she ever left the spotlight No. She’s seen what happens. The ones who left lost their lives Became demons. No. She needs it. She needs it.
Theme 01:34
Winner Down 03:12
No one’s coming over. No one comes to this part of town. I’m gonna watch some TV. No one gets this winner down. Winner down! Every night, I beat all the contestants. God in heaven oh, Father! Are you watching these Americans? Who’s Your Neighbor? Who’s Your Neighbor- Private Drive. My neighbors’ me, God, Winning game shows without even trying. No one’s coming over … One by one, I feel them drift away. Year after year, They just have less and less to say. Plus I moved up, To this hideout in the hills. It’s better than any friend I’ve ever had and probably ever will So, no one’s coming over … Reigning Champion, The still small voice is my own. Yelling at the television, I remind myself I’m alone. Oh, the answers, The answers that I find. Solve the problems Or simply decline. I decline All the time.
Ha Ha Ha 03:12
After the taping, we’re at a bar It’s some girl’s birthday Look! Her shirt’s coming off Black bra All her friends are clapping Ha, ha, ha! Now she’s on the table Dancing in their drinks I feel as unstable As you Just barely touch my leg Ha, ha, ha! She wants those pictures taken Wants all of their attention Keep them talking for days You’re looking at me You’re looking at me You’re looking at me Check, please! Waiter! Waiter! It’s fine. I’m fine. I can be more like her So try And I will try, I will try, I will try to(o) Ha, ha, ha.
33: 3 Part 1 01:21
I loved you at the side of the bed. I loved you from the pulpit. Call unto me and I will answer thee? You’re not answering my love. You’re not answering, my love. So I packed the Pontiac, Took the love you won’t give back. There’s a different way to do this. Took the Grand Prix on the 10 West. I left because you left. I left because you left.
And for our parting guest, Eternal peace and rest.


Original Air Date: January 8, 1979 – 8 p.m. PST

Art Ballard, Executive Producer
Hal Harvey, Host



NOEL WHITE, ANNOUNCER (voice-over): Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to WHO’S YOUR NEIGHBOR, sponsored by ArboReal. ArboReal. Simplify. Green. Here’s your host: Hal Harvey!

HAL HARVEY, HOST: Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to WHO’S YOUR NEIGHBOR. We’ve asked this question many times before… Say it with me, ladies and gentlemen…


HARVEY: Indeed, indeed. WHO’S YOUR NEIGHBOR ladies and gentlemen? What do they do? What do YOU do? Let’s play.


"Pappademas' forceful piano accents frame the action stylishly on such sly, melodically rich pop gems as Your Favorite Game Show and Grand Prize Winners, while the album-closing Parting Guest is a trippy sound collage of mesmerizing echoes." - LA Weekly


released December 3, 2010

Liz Pappademas – piano, organs, vocals
Dave Relic – bass
Mike Corwin - guitar
Justin Polimeni – drums

Brian Walsh - bass clarinet
Charles DeCastro – trumpet
Joe Tepperman – bass trombone
Mike Ibarra - baritone saxophone

Jim Pappademas – the voice of ArboReal

Written and produced by Liz Pappademas

Recorded live May 27-June 1 and June 7th, 2009, at The Carriage House, Los Angeles, CA.

Recorded by Sheldon Gomberg
Assisted by Jeff Halbert

Mixed by Sheldon Gomberg, Liz Pappademas and Dave Relic at The Carriage House, Los Angeles, CA

Mastering by Gavin Lurssen at Lurssen Mastering, Los Angeles, CA

Design by Mariana Blanco with help from Carolyn Sams

Management by CCM, San Francisco, CA: Chris Campbell


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Liz Pappademas is a singer songwriter, pianist, and teacher in Los Angeles.

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