some kinda darkwave grunge blues metal
distorted acoustic rhythm guitars (flipped it on ya since last time), dueling electric solos (as per usuale, although i wish i could play faster), some double-bass drum action, and probably the absolute worst vocals i've ever set down. good thing the lyrics are sparse. this wicked flu made those high notes, uh, interesting. whatever.
this one's about what's going on now, i think, on a societal level, and a personal one, so here it is. it won't wait. i won't wait. read into it whatever you want. i'm not on an established side (my side, alone), in whatever the debate is that seems to be going on right now. healthcare on not? war or not? to be or not to be? welcome to the machine. tensions are running high, for truth and lies and the bs factor against our hopes and the dream of change. i'm also just in a super-foul mood right now. don't mind me.
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"On An -Ism"
it's hard to be a saint in a prison cell
so hard to be a saint
but ya do whatcha gotta do
whatever you want it'll be gone, gone, gone
but oh my eyes are strained to tears with those faraway lies
this present tense tension, idiotically polarized
status quo: abysmal
sarcastic and cynical
no thank you, i am full
it's hard to be a saint in a prison cell
so hard to be a saint
so hard
so tell me why, why, why?
you poor fool there is no why
my ears hear things that just ain't true
and it all leads back to you
but don't expect me to cry
when you get what's comin to you
status qo: absymal
sarcastic and cynical
anti-socio-political
fatalistic and fickle
to hell with the status quo
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