A Way Away
By orangedrink on June 14, 2020 9:52 pm
I played drums, baritone guitar, electric guitar, tambourine, and also sang on this piece. One mic on the drum kit using kevanatkins' "Crotch Mic" technique 
Tried to go back to punk roots on this one. I spent a lot of time on the lyrics and am particularly proud of the line, "In my free time I'm learning to pray" as the song presents an idea of being murdered, and I like the idea of someone bleeding to death in a ditch cheerfully saying, "In my free time I'm learning to pray! "
I referenced philosopher George Berkeley (I feel like this is not the first time) - his "immaterialism" argument is that the only things that exist are minds and ideas. This is a take off of Descartes' "I think, therefore I am". So my reference is that if you are being murdered for what you believe in, the idea of what you believe in, can't be killed. So, in this story, I wrote this song, and then I got murdered, but the song will still exist after my death, and the ideas that are in the piece, thereby representing me, will still exist and will also never die. So killing me to suppress my spirit is a futile effort. Music/Art is my "way away" to transcend not only the material world, but also arguably the worst of human nature - violence, hate, etc.
"Minds and ideas can't be covered in blood"
UH - we've gone this far, let me just write what I think about all the lines then "Left for dead with a self-destruct button" is kind of like a take on disingenuous attempts to help someone. Trapped in a well? Here's a 50 pound brick to help you get out.
"Drinking my blood and then I'm spitting it out" is an idea that insecurity and self-hate can beget unkindness towards others. Drink your own poison, and then try to poison others. But it could also be refusing to believe the poison, and trying to get rid of it.
"If they never stop talking you forgot what you had to say" and "A loss for words only in my mouth" is about being silenced. You know how you feel, you just don't know how to say it, and then you've not been listened to for so long, you forgot how to speak/what to say.
OK thanks for letting me share in many ways! I love you all 
I FORGOT TO POST THE FULL LYRICS:
Here we are again isn’t it something
Left for dead with a self-destruct button
A loss for words only in my mouth
Drinking my blood and then I’m spitting it out
In my free time I’m learning to pray
If they never stop talking
You forgot what you had to say
Carry on, I will,
A way away
I’ll rot away but not for nothing
If you’re reading these words then I guess that’s something
I’m buried in dirt and I’m stuck in the mud
Minds and ideas can’t be covered in blood
In my free time I’m learning to pray
If they never stop talking
You forgot what you had to say
Carry on, I will,
A way away
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