Since you dont seem to be able to read them on the player...
Curtain Call............
Well today’s events they were a bleak affair (these times are yours, take back your life!) seeing as the reason you ended here was down to you and no one else, the ones you loved they watched you burn out.
“We’ll you know two people once told me something true,
Sometimes you gotta chin up and power fucking through.”
I just can’t imagine what it’s like to look back on a life, hinged with doubt and fighting for height.
But with hope not home to hold, you never quite grasped the code to ‘live, love and let go’ you only got down the first two.
Yeah it was strange back then but it is stranger now. Addiction, I guess affects us all somehow.
It all got me thinking to just what this means, why I grit my teeth, I hold back beliefs that inside, we are responsible for our own choices, but we’re never alone.Calendar............
Hospital wait seemed like an hour. I sit and wait for spring, it never brings the fury I understood and hoped it would.
I hope you're happy now, because I am.
Forget this car crash evening, forget my face even just forget everything.
Forget everything. To me it couldn’t mean less, fuck you and fuck all of your friends.
The sound of us all, the sound of a symphony.
Don’t hold back.
Those times you made out you were falling, I’m stoked to make it out alive.
But when you wake up Monday morning, you’ll have that feeling a lot like guilt.
But it stops quick as it starts and whose gunna question what’s in your heart?
Another pathetic episode.
All those records I lent to you are where I’ve been hiding ever since; they were the ones you never did quite get.
You’ve changed your mind and bought all their cds, I’ve no where left to hide;
you’ve ruined them for me.
Tony and the Gang............
After the lights went out on you on your last show, we all went out for one last time, to the only club we knew. Because that was closing too. Departure in the air.
Was it just your band that split, or the way we lived for the past 2 years?
But where do you go and what do you say, when all you know is drifting astray?
To us those times were sure worth their weight.
I shuffled to the station in a nostalgic state.
It’s funny how the smallest things can just break you, I thought I was unbreakable.
When things didn’t pick up, I picked up a pen and scrawled on my train ticket this requiem;
“So if this is the last time that we sing together, know that I don’t regret a single line, I meant every word”.