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A song about our final destination!
classic rock
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We play classic to modern rock, and several of our originals.
Welcome the Soundclick Home of "The Third Half", Findlay's Best Rock! The Third Half is a very talented, entertaining, high energy Rock Band that performs Classic to Modern Rock, along with several originals. The Third Half is composed of four of the areas most talented, young musicians, who have performed with some of the most highly touted musical ensembles in the area. The members of The Third Half; Matt, Shane, Steve, and Michael, have experience with: State award winning “Shockwave”; the Findlay Middle School Drumline Chicago Heritage Festival Gold Medalists “Voices in Perfection” (VIP); the Findlay High Freshman Show Choir Critically acclaimed Steel Drum Band; “Pantasia” Findlay High School Marching Band Findlay High School Orchestra And starting next school year Award Winning Findlay High School Show Choir; “Findlay First Edition” (FFE). Experience the energy, talent, and showmanship of The Third Half for yourself. The Third Half is available for private parties, fundraisers, concerts, or any other event that requires live music. Visit their website at thethirdhalf.us for more information, or call 419-424-3665. Look for The Third Half’s EP/Demo CD "Fractions", recorded at Workhorse Records in June.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #1,070
Peak in subgenre #225
Author
Matt/Matt
Rights
Woody Slimes Music
Uploaded
March 17, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:48
Lyrics
We can see the altar, The Father of the bride, The children sitting in pews, The families on the opposite side. The wedding of the century, The bond that has been birthed, The uniting between the two parties, Heaven and the Earth, The service was going in progress, It was all going as planned, The priest asked for objections, And up stood an old man. He said it’s not the answer it isn’t meant to be, Then the man suddenly disappeared, and left everyone staring at me. CHORUS: Set aside a place, A place that we call home, A place that no one’s ever seen, It’s the place that we belong. Then the ceiling rumbled, And the floor started to crack, The priest’s eyes opened widely, As he fled into the back. I followed right behind him, As he exited the mass, He said there’s not much time, The end is coming fast. And I asked him, “What do you mean by that?”, He said I’ll show you the way, I think we’ll be alright, I think, I hope, I pray. We’ll make it to the safe house, Where the other’s sit and wait, We’ll see Peter standing there, Watching over Heaven’s gate. The priest led me across the road, Home (cont.) Into a forest of chrome, In the middle stood a shack, The shack was our new home. CHORUS.
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