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A Song for the Metalheads

When you live in the past, there’s one thing that will last Is resentment that time won’t sit still

Press the tape recorder, let’s get this all down real fast.
Before the insignificant thought goes by.
There’s one more slow song left to write for the record.

Race Cars and Goth Rock

Race Cars and Goth Rock by Butch Walker

Maybe I could use a little break from the noise
Sick of all the screens, the machines, and the toys
I need to find a way to escape, But I can’t decide if it’s too late

All My Friends Inspired

It all started as it always did, with a return to your house where the charts were checked, and we began to piece it all together. The crowded room was a welcome challenge, promising a late night ahead. We laughed off concerns about the weather, knowing it was the wrong place to worry about such things. With the engine revved, we set our sights on an adventure, aiming straight for the heart of the sun, a testament to our defiance of age.

As the night wore on and the sun threatened to rise, we found ourselves reluctant to head home. Memories of better times and better people kept us going. The years had seen us trying to find our place, first in plans, then with friends, and finally, just trying to keep up. We spun through life at breakneck speed, the fatigue only adding to the pretense that made it all bearable. Our life unraveled like a poorly scripted film, but we held onto the chaos, cherishing every foolish decision over the monotony of caution.

The passage of time was marked by the quick succession of years and faces, each phase blending into the next with frenetic energy. The days spent in a blur across foreign lands, the countless nights wondering where everyone had gone. We faced the reality that each escapade could be the last, diving into the night with reckless abandon. Even if we faltered, there was always something to return to, a semblance of home amidst the chaos. In the end, we were left pondering our tired existence, questioning the whereabouts of our friends, and the meaning of our journeys.