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In a Bottle
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Oversimplified and sensational news makes for an angry planet - Perhaps it's just a bad dream?
bessire cacciotti henders
intelligence. agression. emotion.
Everything comes to an end. That time has arrived for the band Mr.Downstairs. After six years of pushing boundaries, buttons and physical limits, Mr.Downstairs came to an end in October 2003 with the departure of founding guitarist Anthony Cacciotti. Realizing that a new guitarist would mean the end of Mr.Downstairs in any case, remaining members Brian Bessire, Dan Henderson and new bassist Mike Foster also decided to move on. But the story doesn't end there. Before going their own ways, Brian, Dan and Mike decided to complete the songs that Mr.Downstairs was currently writing, and release them. Twelve songs, spanning a period of expansion and experimentation, were chosen. Some were already recorded. Others hadn't been started. Appropriately titled, "be all end all" is a glimpse of everything Mr.Downstairs might have been, had things turned out differently. In Anthony's unfortunate departure, the integrity of Mr.Downstairs had escaped unscathed. Instead of compromising their songs to fit the most marketable format, Mr.Downstairs was able to release all of the songs they felt were good enough to share with their fans and friends. They always gave their fans more credit than music industry executives, who seemed to believe that the average listener can only tolerate so much from one band. The members of Mr.Downstairs realized that their favorite bands were the ones that transcended trends and boundaries, forged their own direction and chose their own destiny. And in their last moments, Mr.Downstairs chose to do just that. Be all. End all.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #781
Peak in subgenre #85
Author
Mr.Downstairs
Rights
2002- 2004 Mr.Downstairs music
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June 14, 2004
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
If I could store all the world's heat in a bottle You'd believe it and more If I could store all the world's heat in a bottle You can't bleed anymore Let the crowds unite, and we'll pull our hair out with them Mother's coming to take us away Let her shout tonight, then wash your hands clean of it This is what we call 'having it all' Let our shouts ignite - infuriate Big Brother Father's coming to take us away So just paint it white. Maybe they won't think of it Another story is sold today White out what's left of the wasted time Right out and left in the friends of mine White out what's left of the wasted time
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