Hostile Legacy

Recording-wise, this is the best recording I’ve done far and away. The sound quality is much better than all of my other stuff (somehow I feel like I say that every time, but this time you can actually tell a difference, at least I can). This was kind of funny. While I was writing it, when you get to the guitar solo in the middle (which, as Josh pointed out, is a bit too long), I was originally going to go into distorted guitar after that. But after I had recorded a little, I was just like "Man this just sounds stupid." So I stuck with mellow. I don’t think I can quite pull off rock lyrics yet… and I definitely don’t have drum-recording capabilites at this point. So I’ll stick to just snare or no drums at all for a while.

A word on the lyrics… I was feeling sad. So I wrote a sad song. You can attach whatever meaning you like to the lyrics. But they rhyme. And they sound cool. For anyone out there who’s ever felt oppressed, and who knows that it’s always our fault. It’s never anyone else’s fault.

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I’m sitting in the ashes
Of what was a life
Before it burned up I thought I was alright

But now it’s all dust
And I tried to save us
But I just couldn’t muster the strength

The deadly sweet taste
Of the trust so misplaced
In myself is now bitter regret
When it went up in flames
And left me with the blame
Oh the pain I will never forget

But now it’s all dust
And I tried to save us
But I just couldn’t muster the strength
To myself I lied
Told myself that I’d tried
That ever would I fight to the end.

The blood on my back
I deserve worse than that
And I hardly have strength left to stand
Now the ashes are blown
Scattered where I don’t know
I don’t care anymore no I won’t

Softly sinking as I grope
I am slowly slipping down the slope
Of the foolish lies that I have told
That are now too slippery to hold

Tell myself I cannot change
What I am but somehow all the same
I still know I am the one to blame
Will my efforts always be in vain?

Oh I burned up my life
With my eyes shut up tight
Now it feels like a knife in my back
And what’s left of now
I really don’t know how
I can pick up the pieces again

Ashes and dust
As I’m lying here crushed
It’s all slipping away through my fingers

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