Combining the elements of punk, metal, and broadway, The Sinators are a female-fronted 5-piece band that write fast, melodic songs often concerning the social i
Hello. We are The Sinators.
Story behind the song
This song was originally written for a friend of mine who lost someone very dear to them in an automobile accident, but like many Sinators songs, its meaning changed as the pen hit the paper.
During my junior year at USC, I began to notice how busy daily life seemed to be. Strangers rushed by me in the streets, seemingly possesed by a force compelling them to hurry to some unknown destination. Then, I noticed that I, too, was unable to call my mom or write my little sister because of my hectic schedule. I remembered how alone I felt many years ago in my life, when "friends" were too busy to return my calls, and so I wrote "The Child" with hopes that our lives (especially mine) would never be too busy to make time for freinds and loved ones. Today, I try to keep in close contact with all of my friends and family, and I hope they all know the significance they have in my life.
Lyrics
Today I see a child, drowning in sedation,
Drowning in the pace of our strictly scheduled lives.
Like a soldier on the front, like a lamb to the slaughter,
We reconcile the loss and we justify the fight
But will we find someone to trust among the betrayed and forsaken?
Will we find someone to share in this strange, confusing life?
Will we ever feel the warmth that love brings to the colder?
Will we ever truly see what's important in our lives?
Overwhelmed by routine, our humanity left vacant.
The habit we've become takes us from the child.
Eventually we'll see that we're nothing but a shadow
Chained to a life that we detest and despise
But will we find someone to trust among the betrayed and forsaken?
Will we find someone to share in this strange, confusing life?
Will we ever feel the warmth that love brings to the colder?
Will we ever truly see what's important in our lives?
To take the child we must learn from our mistakes and
Somehow find the strength to resist our way of life
Some people only learn the pains of growing older,
Some people stop and see the smile of the child.
Lyrics: September 99
Music: December 98
