As a child, looking out the window offered my imagination room to expand. ‘Permanent joviality’ means fake happiness. The streets are wet, but inside I feel safe. There seems to be so much strife. And even in my home, the pressure is building. Standing on a table makes me larger than life. As a youth I stored up my anger. Once I realized this, I figured I could use that anger to season my music. With all the events I saw playing out in the world, I wondered if others saw it too. The people who came before me held the torch of the future. I will pass it on when it is my time to go. Sometimes being enlivened makes people nervous. They fight for every dollar. It is not a productive method. Average people believe they will be rewarded for their work. The love of war is something most people do. These are worthless practices. They look down at anyone who does not share their love for such ways. They speak about sacrifice and yet they exempt themselves. Looking out my window offers me nothing new. So, I decide to leave. That way I could perhaps start something. I thought it would be a musical movement, but the industry doesn’t care much for protest. Once I understood that, it was easy for me to quit the industry.
lyrics
Outside it's raining, a permanent joviality.
The streets glazed with moisture offer pathways for the blind.
Though inside it's solace, compared with that madness.
The room starts to decay the deepest inner dreams.
I look out my window. I stand on the table.
I'm storing my anger to be let out all in one.
It ensures me possibilities of breaking present fashions.
And the norms that tail behind them, leading on majority.
How can this happen?
Do others not have a window?
Through which they can clearly view the doings on the street.
For me it's plain to see that the panes on my window,
Have been polished by the faces,
Of pressed foreheads that leave a streak.
I look out my window; I stare dumbly at nothing.
Because nothing is what is out there,
And everyone fights to meet it first.
This retarded mentality consumes the individual,
And leads them into thinking they'll be rewarded for their work.
Over a number, a perforated paper.
They tear the very life force straight out through your heart.
They romanticize their losses and try you if you're different.
They believe in bearing crosses.
Only if the other ones wear the thorns.
I look out my window; I see nothing new there.
So, I turn and leave the building and walk out to the street.
I plan on making movements and stirring up the doldrums.
Creating whole new fashions for people behind windows.
credits
from Undead in King City,
released April 16, 2021
Dave Tate: electric guitar, vocals.
Ion Newport: bass guitar.
John Christian: electric guitar, vocals.
Richard Menich: drums.
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