TRibulations of creating much loud music during the 7 years of a death sentence from leukemia
July 24, 2016
Going Out With a Bang (Steve Lieberman-2016)
I’m going down with a bang bang bang.
I’m going out with a bang bang bang
My voice just dies and I still sang sang sang.
I hit my guitar and it rang rang rang
It sounded like the Battle of da-Nang Nang Nang
I’m going down with a bang.
Could have went out with a whimper
That would be much more simpler
But I take my left hand it goes quicker
Getting louder and louder as I get sicker and sicker.
I’m going down in a great Pit-Bash…
My marching band plays Punk, Metal and Thrash…
I summon in my Lower Brass…
And distortion comes in wildly as I play so fast…
Never believe this would happened
In the 1st Year of my disease
They had their fill of me
As I went on chemotherapy.
Got to sick to play
In years 2,3 and 4
Took me 18 months to wield my sword:
The story of the Cancer Ward.
I’m going all down the line
All my systems got fried…
I beat my guitar, it died : my Suicide.
Sounds just the Battle of Mei-Lei…
Mourn for me when it’s over
Mourn for me like Mount Gilboa:
A battle that challenges a nation
But always ends in salvation.
I played my farewell Tour…
They gave me part of the door…
I gave it back to the people I ain’t no whore…
Played til I passed out on the floor.
Couldn’t believe this would happen
In the 6th year of my disease
After decades of hating me
They grant me credibility.
But I never stopped playing
Til the last day of the 7th year.
I put down my last tracks
I couldn’t even hear
Going down with a bang
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