ALLEDGEDLY

Allegedly Funny word Heavy little bugger Carries a lot of weight For something that ends in ly Allegedly Huh Ahh A ledge Edge Ly I was sitting at the table Coffee getting cold Reading yesterday's secrets Being passed around as gold One fellow swore it happened Another swore it didn't A third one changed his story Halfway through the sitting I smiled into my coffee Watched the arguments unfold Funny what gets louder When the evidence gets old Allegedly Huh Ahh A ledge Edge Ly A place where people stand When they're scared of being wrong A place where questions linger Long after facts are gone A brick upon a brick Upon another brick again A curious little structure Appearing now and then Now I'm not an architect Nor engineer by trade But walls have certain habits No matter how they're made They rise a little slowly Then suddenly they're tall And everybody notices But nobody says wall Allegedly *ALLEGEDLY* A smoky lounge tale for anyone who's ever watched the story change while the facts stayed put. Part jazz club, part late-night coffee conversation, Allegedly doesn't point fingers or claim answers. Instead, it pulls up a chair, raises an eyebrow, and quietly examines the curious little word that appears whenever certainty becomes uncomfortable. Built on walking bass, brushed drums, cheeky saxophone, and a husky Kiwi storyteller vocal, the song wanders through bricks, files, statements, rumours, investigations, and contradictions. Not as accusations, but as observations. One brick might be nothing. A thousand bricks? Well... That's where things get interesting. With its memorable refrain: *"Allegedly... Huh? Ahh... A ledge. Edge. Ly..."* the song explores the strange space between what people believe, what they know, what they suspect, and what can actually be proven. Not judge. Not jury. Just another soul noticing things. Over coffee. Allegedly. LYRICS- ________________ Huh Ahh A ledge Edge Ly Everybody sees it Everybody knows Everybody whispers Nobody quite goes A file in a drawer A drawer in a room A room behind a doorway That nobody assumes A grant upon a paper A paper with a name A signature and date stamp Then everybody plays the game One says black One says white One says trust us We'll be right One says nothing One says wait One says maybe Let's investigate Allegedly Huh Ahh A ledge Edge Ly Stand on the ledge Look over the edge See where the story goes Nobody knows Now I don't claim certainty That's above my pay grade I'm just the bloke observing The game that's being played Not judge Not jury Not prophet Not king Just another soul Noticing things Allegedly That's the word Polite enough for company Sharp enough to hurt Allegedly That's the dance One foot in the evidence One foot in circumstance So stack your bricks And stack them high Tell your stories Tell your lies Time has funny habits Truth has patient ways And somewhere in the distance Tomorrow sharpens blades Allegedly Huh Ahh A ledge Edge Ly Funny little word Funny little world Allegedly