Avalon (Alpharetta): The Curated Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The Alpharetta Country Club is just a ghost now.
A memory of rolling green they scraped away.
I remember the groundbreaking, 2012.
The smell of turned earth and pine, before the concrete came.
They drew you on a screen, every pixel placed with care.
A life designed by J. Michael Hogan.
October twenty-third, two thousand fourteen.
The grand opening under a clear sky.
You woke up, fully formed, pristine.

[Chorus]
And the music swells from speakers hidden in the hedges.
A gentle, upbeat loop that files down all the edges.
A curated life by North American Properties.
Their blueprint for a certain kind of happiness.
Everything in its right place on Avalon Boulevard.
Nothing left to chance.

[Verse 2]
We walk the pavers, not a single one is cracked.
The fire pits in 'The Living Room' burn without any smoke.
The children play on 'The Green,' a perfect square of emerald turf.
As if it always grew here.
This flawless town square, this public living room.
This quiet promise of community, for lease, for sale.
Every holiday has its decoration, perfectly installed.
Every moment has its approved, ambient soundtrack.

[Chorus]
And the music swells from speakers hidden in the hedges.
A gentle, upbeat loop that files down all the edges.
A curated life by North American Properties.
Their blueprint for a certain kind of happiness.
Everything in its right place on Avalon Boulevard.
Nothing left to chance.

[Bridge]
And if a package arrives, The Concierge will take it.
If a seam shows on your life, they will neatly remake it.
Personal shopping, package delivery.
A life with all the seams tucked in, invisible.
Who laid these bricks? I wonder.
Whose hands poured this smooth concrete?
Their names aren't on the blueprint.
Just the quiet hum of perfection.
A sound they never edited out.

[Outro]
Everything in its right place.
Nothing left to chance.