Post by BMIB Admin on May 8, 2007 18:27:22 GMT -5
You're not in this alone
Let me break this awkward silence
Let me go
Go on record
Be the first to say I'm sorry
And hear me out
And if you take me down
Would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better
Let's give them one more reason now
Seven bands have just been signed, and before tour they are having a Battle of the Bands contest between them. All are new bands, ones most people have never heard of -unless you came from the same area that the bands originated in. All wanting to make it big. The winner of the contest will be headlining the tour, Calypso Passing, but all the bands will go on tour.
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
I lied, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
I lied, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Everyone is trying to make their band the best. Some of these kids should still be in highschool, some are out of college. Some people have secrets, ones they only let out in song, that is, if you can find the secret hidden in the lyrics.
It's the tearing sound of love-notes
Casting out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down
I'll photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now, I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does
Casting out the gray stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down
I'll photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now, I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does
They are staying at Harrah’s Hotel Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, where the Battle of the Bands is being held. It’s a nice hotel and casino, with lots of things to do. That is, if you have enough time to do anything. You might be too swamped with practicing, that is, if you want to win.
Back home, off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?
Everyone has their own reasons for playing. Own reasons to be here. Some of the reasons are hidden, and they don’t want anyone to know. Some people are trying to escape their past. Others, just live for music. But not all bands are going to get the fame. Will yours?