On the road to the release of our 2-Cent Show album, we presented this intermission album back in December 2011 that captures the fun of our live shows.

Utilizing live recordings from our film "The Quest For The Eternal Harp of Golden Dreams" in Summer 2011, we've added a faux audience to create a show that never was!

All your favorite Album One songs are present, along with some songs from the 2-Cent Show. And like our performances on stage, the album features bits with the robot characters and their zany shtick.

"Steam Powered Giraffe: Live at the Globe of Yesterday's Tomorrow" showcases the evolution of the group since the release of Album One in 2009. It serves as a bridge from Album One to The 2-Cent Show and is an essential you'll want to add to your collection and share again and again with friends and family.

Live at the Globe of Yesterday's Tomorrow

Captain Albert Alexander (Live)

16 How Lucky You Are

13 Amayzing Gertrude (Pt. 2)

11 The One Feather Tail Of Miss Gertrude McFuzz/Amayzing Mayzie

10 Alone In The Universe

09 It's Possible (Pt. 2)

04 Biggest Blame Playoff/Gertrude McFuzz

03 Biggest Blame Fool

02 Horton Hears A Who

01 Oh, The Thinks You Can Think!

Buy the soundtrack here: https://nhsynthonicorchestra.bandcamp.com/album/dialtown-phone-dating-sim-original-soundtrack

Dialtown: Phone Dating Sim (Original Soundtrack)

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The days hum, hum and drone,
like the kettle left on when you're out, alone.
Ffenestri blink, pretending to see,
another Tuesday when I look at me.
World’s a waxwork, looks right, feels wrong,
plastic trees, plastic smile, plastic song.

"Life’s for the living," they say with a pint,
"Crack on, son," with a clink and a wink.
Your name, little star, lost on the shelf,
no one dares whisper it, not even to myself.
How are you today, silver script,
"Alright yeah, you?", cups half-sipped.

Maybe you knew her?
Or don't want to at all.
"That's alright" stumble and stall.
Better off, maybe, line of salt.
Chipped and cracked in nooks and fault.

So let me come home, love,
maybe not today, push come to shove.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week,
when the buzz of the streets doesn’t sound so bleak.

SSRI solutions on sale down the aisle,
cheers mate, chuck me a proper smile.
Pat me down with a word or two,
stitch up the cracks with a "mustn’t dwell, you."
Their kids grow up while yours stays small,
in a pocket stitched somewhere behind it all.
And I grin at their birthdays, their football games,
holding the echoes of unheard names.

Hug me, love, where the sky turns thin,
twinkle twinkle, let me in.
It's all a bit mad, isn't it?
Dancing the same two-step round the pit.
Grit in the lungs, smile on the face,
chippy tea, blue eyed, keeping pace.

So let me come home, love,
maybe not today, push come to shove.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week,
when the buzz of the streets doesn’t sound so bleak.

Hug me close when I lose the thread,
wrap me in the linen of the dead.
Your mam waits by the oaken door,
and Nain and Taid, and all before.
Through the silent halls of here I roam,
asking only,
can I come home?

04 Biggest Blame Playoff/Gertrude McFuzz

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