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Sometimes thing are great. And then they're not. It's all going along so seemingly well and then it ends badly. Turns out the frustration and discomfort has been building toward a tragic denouement, and you find yourself in some sort of slow motion explosion. But if you're lucky you get a decent song out of it. And maybe even some wisdom to boot. Musically I was thinking Neil Young, who I was more or less weaned on. My first band was a Neil Young cover band. My barely-past-adolescent voice had just the right amount of off-key whine back then. I almost miss it. |
There Isn't Any More
Standing and looking
At the busted door
Ache in the knuckles
White paint chips on the floor
That's all there is, there isn't any more
Bridges in flames
I'm cold to the core
It all adds up to nothing
When we start keeping score
That's all there is, there isn't any more
Isn't it shameful
No one left to blame
No one is innocent
No one is sane
Sweep up the paint chips
White paint for the door
Sweep up the paint chips
White paint for the door
That's all there is, there isn't any more
That's all there is, there isn't any more
Standing and looking
At the busted door
Ache in the knuckles
White paint chips on the floor
That's all there is, there isn't any more
Bridges in flames
I'm cold to the core
It all adds up to nothing
When we start keeping score
That's all there is, there isn't any more
Isn't it shameful
No one left to blame
No one is innocent
No one is sane
Sweep up the paint chips
White paint for the door
Sweep up the paint chips
White paint for the door
That's all there is, there isn't any more
That's all there is, there isn't any more