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it is indeed a song
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acustic, punk influenced folk, experimental rock, not very good
HazardsforHeadlights is one man with a guitar and way to much time on his hands. basicly influenced by folk,indie rock, and stupidity. its rock n' roll. plain and simple. i am occasionaly joined on stage by by Bryan "the Bo Jackson of Guitar" Simpson. and sometimes i have underage girls go-go dance on stage with me, just to keep the crowds attention. although the lot of the material is origonal, if you catch me live, covers will be played. be it Crucifucks, Dead Kennedys, Dramarama, or even Blind Melon (and no, i dont play No Rain) so shake your funky ass to my goddamn shit.
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Experimental
Charts
Peak #240
Peak in subgenre #56
Author
Almighty Seancore
Rights
2005 Warner Sisters Records
Uploaded
February 22, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
a poem i wrote about the death of my mother, put to music
Lyrics
street signs blur thru my parifory like a swarm of arrows from a fraid bow oil and exhaust enter my nostrals and proceed to burrow their way onto my tounge i rase my glass to the world around me hoping i will drink it, the way i drink my wine and burry it inside me like the casket of a lover, or a mother memories entombed in dirt with nothing but a stone to signify them and photographs that wind up in shoeboxes or the floor infront of your refrigerator insted of looking back we always try to forget its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved right? bullshit burning my heart like a wick attached to a barrel of gunpowder and when it gets to short you better run like the old song goes you dont know what youve got till its gone well thats true in many diffrent forms death is like a game of red rover remember that? hands clinched, confodent that between the two of you you can stop whatever comes your way attempting to destroy you but almost everytime they break thru your defences and your hands fall to your side, and you walk off to the sidelines to watch the others clame their victory park the car, turn off your lights and leave.
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