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Hella Solo

by The Sam Chase

everybody wants to live forever Nobody really wants to die They say that when you're gone Your soul will carry on. I don't much believe that but I'll try Everybody wants to make money We all work all our lives for that dime At a job that we hate Until the day that we get paid It sounds like an enormous waste of time. But God knows I'll still try Everybody wants to be famous Everybody wants their name in lights i am no exception I crave that recognition I hope that I get it before I die I hope I get it before I die
When we were young Our minds could move mountains Our bodies were strong to carry the world But we witnessed destruction and we lived through a war Our future was longer than our past ever was We saw purpose where we hadn't before. So we lit a fire so the world could see our eyes from the wreckage We wore the ashes like scars buried deep in our hands. We lit it as a sign to the ones left behind of a future We had no idea what we were doing and we didn't care At least we were there. In a life that is long Hearts will be broken Things will be lost and lies will be told fights will be fought What you own will be stolen Your body will slow and soon you'll grow old But we still believe that the moments we live are forever and we try not to think there's a moment when it all will end. There are lines that have formed that were not there before to remind me Even temples will crumble it's only a matter of when. ...a matter of when.... Every brick that's placed will be torn down and all of its worth is returned to the Earth and the sea. and all you say will be forgotten someday But I'll sit here and listen to enjoy how the story is told. It's really all such a laugh what we do for a good epitaph All I'll leave in my will is a few pictures and bills the rest do with what you want But my headstone will read "Here lies a beloved guitar, buried with it's hands which belonged to a man who could play it like a god damned machine" You can dress me in clothes that I'd never have worn to address you. as you give me away to that freshly dug grave of my own. and you can say I'll live on in the hearts of the ones who'll remember. As I'm nestled away in my coffin the color of bone... ...the color of bone...
Dead Meat 03:11
Floats 02:46
Where do I begin? I'll start with myself I still hold this skin and these bones But I've been reborn. So long ago I used to be a saint in a previous life but now I am only a man a man with a gun. I guess that's just as powerful Why does the rain flow down to the sea? Why do these tears still remind me of the waves that will crash upon the shore? The water and land Always at war. I drive and pass familiar faces Their eyes are all empty. To them I'm a stranger along this road that I have driven on so many times. These old familiar road sings pointing the way to this place I was told I could rest This place of my birth But never my home. Why does the rain flow down to the sea? Why do these tears still remind me of the waves that will crash upon the shore? The water and land Always at war. I'll always remember Walking through the door The overwhelming flies That old familiar smell I've never been so sure That I've been here before. A feeling that's so strong. A feeling that's so pure. I could be a storm cloud I could be a rain song sung from this ground that I stand on. I'd open up the skies and let the rain fall freely to the land, Oh I could do that. But I am nothing more than what I was when I was born. I wish I was more.
Melody 02:03
Up 02:22
Dear Friend 07:02
Walk 02:20


19 tracks written and recorded over 6 or so years. Many of which had never seen the light of day.


released January 1, 2009


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