This Is What We've Become

Yeah, the band's over. Well, Chris is sorta reforming them again but leaving me out of it, which I'm fine with. We're still all friends.

Anyways...

I felt like writing a poem-style type song. I heard the Black Angel's Death Song by The Velvet Underground and I wanted to do something like that. So I wrote this 7 minute epic of politics. It's definitely hands-down the most aggressive song I've ever written, with Brock-esque type yelling throughout most of it, me slamming on the piano almost nonsensically but rhythmically at the same time. And then there's this nice, calm ending.

Lyrics:

(quiet)
Well sometimes these kids need water to live
Sometimes they need a family to live
Sometimes they need friends to live
But this is all stuff that they'll never get
Got to go to work, be back at 5
Check the news to see if anyone's not alive
Eat all your food, and eat it all well
While the kids on the television live through imaginary hell.
They don't exist, existence in your mindset
You only seem to care about what you want next
A car, a TV, a million bucks,
And those kids can get run down by a school bus for all you care...
They're not there
For all you care
They're not there
Sometimes these kids need air to breathe

(LOUD!)
Temperature's rising, temperature's flaring
The media displays in red and neon grey
But you don't really care about tomorrow,
You only really care about today.
Oh and we sing...
Downwards.
Oh and I sing...
Uptown... the death machine roars, pumping out gases
While we watch the television and sit on our asses
Watch the pretty pictures, humor for the masses
While the death machine roars and pumps out its gases
For all you care
It's not there
For all you care
It's not there
Sometimes us kids need air to breathe

(Instrumental break)

War count's rising, war counts rising
And the number who want to go is slowly downsizing
President's in his lounge, slowly devising
His totalitarian plans while the war count's risin'
Those of us who care can only dream of better days!
Watch a homeless person get beat in the mall
Watch an old man get beat in the hall
Watch, watch, watch like it's nothing at all!
This is what we've become
This is what we've become
This is what we've become

(Coda)
Good god.
This is what we've become... good job.
This is what we've become... good job.
This is what we've become... good job.
Good god.
Good job.

It's a great song, but seeing as how loud and into it I can potentially get, I'll rarely be able to practice it at home. Whoo. Just re-typing that gets me pumped.