so we finished a new song at practice tonight. Basically, this song was changed a lot, but we kept writing and getting closer and closer to being done with it and it is perfect in our opinion. I was literally jumping up and down as we were figuring out new parts. We paid so much attention to detail because the song is pretty complex and it was amazing. When we were done with practice, Eddy commented that we all looked like we had just had the best sex ever. Brad said it was the best night of his life, after his wedding of course. This is our only song specifically about straight-edge and I think it's a different approach to it. Instead of asserting how strong we are for being straight-edge and how important it is to be edge, it is more of an explanation. The whole point is that being straight-edge is actually a way to show respect for people who have been hurt/killed by substances and promiscuous behavior, because we can learn from them and don't need to make those mistakes ourselves. Whenever I sing the first verse, I see people I know who have been hurt and the song becomes very real. here it is...
"Obergeist"
Let’s try not to abandon the dead and dying
They’re hanging, they’re swinging from branches
I keep walking, I keep stalking
among this endless supply
Of dripping throats
There’s gotta be something,
anything I can do.
If I could only find
The bastards who strung them up
But it’s obvious
They’re the only one’s to blame
And that’s so damn haunting
And I’ll be damned if I’ll make the same mistakes
Because it seems like these woods are hoping
I’ll stumble and lose myself
But that won’t be me that won’t be me
No empty trees around,
But there’s room for everyone
No empty trees around,
But there’s room for everyone
I only wanted to make it out alive,
But these woods (this world) makes you mean
sometimes the only way to stare ahead
Is remembering all you’ve seen
So this isn’t an apology
It’s a bloodless tribute, to mistakes made
And the chance to stay alive.
So this isn’t an apology
It’s a bloodless tribute, to mistakes made
And the chance to stay alive.
This isn’t an apology
This isn’t an apology...
mood:  cheerful music: ears ringing from practice |