I was in the middle of working on another post when the news of Eddie Van Halen passing away jumped out at me as a notification on my computer screen. WTF?!?
As a guitar player, that kinda hits pretty hard. Mainly because he was one of the most influential guitarists in the history of guitar. It was common knowledge that he did have throat cancer, but last I had heard he had it beaten back. Apparently that really wasn’t the case, or maybe I misinterpreted the prior news when it was first announced he had gotten it and was dealing with it.
Whatever the case may be, the world of music has been smashed in the face yet again in 2020. I texted a friend immediately on seeing the news asking: can 2020 get any more fuckin worse? People are making “bingo” cards of all the crazy shit that could happen in 2020 – I’m guessing no-one had Eddie Van Halen dying on their playfield. I certainly didn’t.
In the grand scheme of the world, most people may never understand.
What makes it kinda crazy to me is that there was a point early on in my career where I had a parallel to Eddie. While attending music school a buddy of mine, Justin Sayne, wanted one of the pickups out of my first guitar, a Fender Squire Strat. We spent an afternoon in my apartment pulling the strings off, the pick guard off and then he took his drill out with a massive drill bit. See he wanted a fender single coil and was willing to give me a humbucker in exchange. We had to drill out the body of the guitar in order to fit the humbucker into the space where the single coil was previously ensconced.
It was true guitar hackery in its basest form. No measuring tools, no router, just pure human eyeballing of how deep and wide to drill into the wood each time as we removed wood. It looked absolutely awful when we got done. Then we had to hack the pickguard. Again, no router, no means of measuring other than placing the pickup on the pickguard and outlining where the intent was to melt it out with a soldering iron. Yeah, you read that right.
There we were in a studio apartment with a hot soldering iron trying to be delicate with staying on the line to punch out multiple holes to remove the excess plastic to fit the pickup in. It smelled awful and stunk up the place. Once we got done with melting it out, we had to sand it smooth so it didn’t look excessively stupid.
We got it all wried up and reassembled. That was my trial by fire to modify a guitar. Much like Eddie’s infamous frankentstein guitar. He built that from scrap parts and assembled it to be something that he wanted that wasn’t really on the market. Of course when we did this there were plenty of guitars on the market that were Fenders with two single coils and a humbucker. As a starving music student, you don’t have the option of picking up new guitars all the time. So it was born out of a trade of necessity.
Over the years I made additional modifications to the very same guitar.
After music school I opted to give it a custom paint job. This was an undertaking not unlike Eddie’s as well. He was notorious for stripping guitars and spray painting them with various colors. Mostly using tape and making bold shapes. My adventure was a tad different. Having a father that is known as one of the most influential graphic illustrators in art history, I had a bit more of a guided approach. Once I pulled the guitar apart, it took me days to remove the cherry red paint job that Fender had originally given the guitar. Days. Days of hard sanding. It felt like forever getting all the layers of that shit off. Once I got done with removing the paint I ended up thinking I wanted a single humbucker pickup instead of the 3 pickup guitar it was.
Next step was filling in the unneeded pickup holes. That took a few days as well. It took a lot of wood filler and time to dry. Despite taking my time, I still managed to screw it up. The wood filler shrank more after the paint was put on and if one looks closely at the body, the outline of the old pickup holes can be seen.
My dad tried to research what type of paint he should use for the images that were going on the guitar. We didn’t really have a direct line to any guitar manufacturers at that time, remember I was still learning how to play. Even though I knew this is what I wanted to do with my life, I was a total unknown from a small town. Eventually someone told him to use auto body paint for its durability. He bought some different colors that were needed for the paint job and started to make his stencils for the scene depicted on the guitar. Once he started painting with his airbrush, he got a bit agitated. What the problem was is, auto body paint is super thick, not very viscous. He clogged his super expensive airbrush meant for much more delicate work. It took time to clean it out and then figure out how to thin out the paint and stop it from clogging the apparatus.
He got the image done and we took it somewhere to put a clear coat on it. I’m guessing it was auto body clear coat. Not the kind of clear coat that guitars would normally get. Something in the clear coat process muffed up the image of the snake in a spot or two. My dad had to paint over it a bit more to fix it, then we sent it out for more clear coat. Again, something that you wouldn’t see from a distance but up close you can see a bit of the layers in the paint job, which kinda gives it a bit of 3D effect up close.
I call it my Desert Guitar. You can see why.
That wasn’t the end of the modifications. While Eddie eventually had multiple guitar makers fanning all over him to be his next guitar maker, I had my friend Justin. Eddie’s Frankenstein guitar got laser measured to be able to match the feel of his well worn neck. Modern tech allowed Ernie Ball to computer cut new guitars to feel like his monster. For me, I haven’t reached that point. However, at one point in an airport while hanging with the boys from The Boogie Knights, the guitar player John was playing on my Desert Guitar. He loved the feel then took one look at the headstock and said: That looks so 80’s metal.
I had a moment. A moment of like, fuck I don’t represent that and I don’t want my guitar to scream that either. I got on the phone with Justin as he was making guitars for a living (still does). The neck I had was a “Jackson” style Warmoth replacement neck for Fenders. I said, can we do something about the headstock to make it look less 80’s metal. Justin asked me to send the neck to him. Once home I whipped that neck off the guitar and shipped it out to Justin. He asked if I had any ideas and I said: just make it look not metal. I didn’t have a plan and modifying something like a headstock isn’t really the easiest thing. Justin did what he could and sent it back to me.
At first I was like WTF happened?!? Justin lopped off the pointy end and put some strange grooves in the front of it, which meant a need to put the machine head for the high E string somewhere else. I didn’t want to buy a new neck because much like Eddie’s main axe, I had this neck broken in to feel great when playing. So I had to learn to enjoy the new look. I also had to get used to the fact that the machine head for the high E operates backwards from how most bottom of the headstock machine heads work because it was originally on the top. I still use it this way now.
I’m not sure if Eddie ever loaned his guitars to friends. He probably did. Wolfie, Alex, Valerie, Ted, any of you know? Due to my living arrangements, meaning that I lived with Jeff Scott Soto, I had multiple musicians in my orbit and lot of them were awesome guitar players. Because I was the resident guitar player and had quite a few guitars in the condo, my axes would give picked up and played by more players than I. Lots of guitar players aren’t very good with this, but it never bothered me.
The Desert Guitar was always the one people tended to gravitate towards. I can think of a couple of reasons for this. One, the paint job. Two, the headstock. Three, the simplicity of it, it had a single humbucker and one volume knob. Four, it sounded really damn good. Whatever it was, guitarists that played always wanted to borrow it for recordings. I was happy to oblige if I wasn’t using it. Thus my Desert Guitar has been on even more recordings than I used it for.
The weird thing is, nothing about the guitar screams well built, accurate measure, etc. What I mean is, it should sound awful and feel like shit. The exact opposite is true. It feels great and sounds great. We all know Eddie’s guitars sounded great and people that buy the worn in versions from his template say they feel great too. Which goes to show, you don’t always need a perfect instrument to be a great player or to sound amazing.
Now that I’ve spewed all that out while listening to Van Halen for the past couple of hours. I’m going to leave you with this…
We’ll always have the legacy that Ed left, but its highly unlikely there will ever be a guitarist as mind-blowing as Ed was. He took the instrument places most people will never go. For that we should all be grateful. There are those of us who will really miss you Eddie Van Halen. Thank you for doing what you did and how you did it.
It’s been a over a decade now since the 9-11 event occurred. It’s amazing to think all that has happened in it’s aftermath. Right now it feels like certain parts of the world haven’t forgotten and other parts will never remember. Historians generally say that people will always remember where they were when a major world changing event occurred. I was woken by a phone call after a very late night while living in Southern California. The night before, or rather a few hours before, I had finished recording a demo for a song whose first line was: The end of the world has come and gone, we’re still standing imagine that. Bizarre.
Today, I intend to go on with my normal schedule with creating music, having meetings, etc. Cursory glances on social media shows that everywhere I turn people are posting about 9-11. Some posting remembrances of 9-11. Others posting that they’re upset that people aren’t taking stock about 9-11. It runs a wide range. This is own little piece of adding the social noise.
Actually, I’d rather have you listen to a very moving song by Sarah McLachlan called In The Arms Of The Angel. It’s extremely moving. Written prior to the 9-11 event, it is still very fitting. Watch the video I found on YouTube in tribute and figure out how you prefer to remember or forget what happened.
In The Arms Of The Angel 9-11
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
There’s one band in the world that taught us all to rock n roll all night and party every day. That would be the legendary band known as KISS. As it turns out I have in my possession a piece of artwork that was commissioned for their original drummer Peter Chris. As it’s told, their management wanted to give each member a very special gift. That gift was a custom piece of airbrushed art that was their face without the makeup and a miniature of their character in front of it. One of them was unhappy with the result and returned it. That was the drummer Peter Chris. I have no idea if Gene, Paul and Ace still have theirs, but…
How did I come to obtain or own the one of Peter Chris? Simple, my father was the one who was commissioned to do the artwork. When it was rejected it passed back to my father. In turn when I grew up a bit it was then given to me. So now I have it. It’s quite a conversation piece that’s for sure. Mostly because people always want to know how I came to have it. Plus it’s a tie to wanting to rock n roll with a legend.
Rock N Roll
You show us everything you’ve got You keep on dancin’ and the room gets hot You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy You say you wanna go for a spin The party’s just begun, we’ll let you in You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy You keep on shoutin’, you keep on shoutin’
(chorus) I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day
You keep on saying you’ll be mine for a while You’re lookin’ fancy and I like your style You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy You show us everything you’ve got Baby, baby that’s quite a lot And you drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy
(chorus) You keep on shoutin’, you keep on shoutin’ I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll all nite and party every day I wanna rock n roll!
The other night I heard Blaze of Glory while watching a Mark Wahlberg movie called Pain & Gain. I remember seeing the movie in the theater, but I decided I’d put it on in the background. It’s a crazy ass story, but there’s a point in the movie where Bon Jovi’s tune Blaze of Glory comes on during a botched safe break in. I started to laugh strictly for the fact that it’s starts the whole sequence of them going down in a blaze of glory.
After the movie ended I decided I had to hear the tune again. I recall seeing Young Guns and really enjoyed the “cowboy” rock style of the Bon Jovi. Mind you he did have a bigger hit with Dead Or Alive which is an 80’s power ballad that’s still a staple in bars across the country to this day. I felt it prudent to pass along the song here because it’s still a pretty rockin’ tune and has a great melody. So thanks to Michael Bay for Pain & Gain making use of the tune.
Blaze Of Glory by Bon Jovi
I wake up in the mornin’
And I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last night’s bed
I don’t know where I’m goin’
Only God knows where I’ve been
I’m a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind, yeah
You’re brought into this world
But they say you’re born in sin
Well at least they’ve given me something
I didn’t have to steal or have to win
Well, they tell me that I’m wanted
Yeah I’m a wanted man
I’m colt in your stable
I’m what Cain was to Able
Mister catch me if you can
I’m goin’ down in a blaze of glory
(Down)
Take me now but know the truth
I’m goin’ down in a blaze of glory
(Down)
Lord I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’m no one’s son
Call me young gun
You ask about my conscience
And I offer you my soul
You ask if I’ll grow to be a wise man
Well I ask if I’ll grow old
You ask me if I known love
And what it’s like to sing songs in the rain?
Well, I’ve seen love come
I’ve seen it shot down
I’ve seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory
(Down)
Take me now but know the truth
But I’m going down in a blaze of glory
(Down)
Lord, I never drew first
But I drew first blood
I’m a devil’s son
Call me young gun
Yeah
Each night I go to bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
No, I ain’t lookin’ for forgiveness
But before I’m six foot deep
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And I’ll hope you’ll understand
‘Cause I’ve lived life to the fullest
Let this boy die like a man
Starin’ down the bullet
Let me make my final stand
Shot down in a blaze of glory
(Down)
Take me now but know the truth
I’m going down in a blaze of glory
(Down)
Lord, I never drew first
But, I drew first blood
I’m no one’s son
Call me young gun
I’m the young gun
Young gun, yea eee yea
Young gun
In Love With My Car is probably my favorite tune about cars. I imagine it’s probably the favorite tune for many people that really like their cars. Why wouldn’t it be? It’s a cool rock song from one of the biggest bands in music history, Queen. I suppose I’m feeling a bit ready for this song today because I’m going through a period of needing to fix things in my car. I drive an Audi A4 Quattro. Little things are starting to fall apart, but I have a hard time parting with the car because it drives so well.
Yesterday the A/C decided it didn’t want to kick on. At least that’s what I thought it was. Instead in sussing out the situation, I discovered that the servo that controls the temperature wasn’t moving to change the temperature. Now it comes down to figuring out if it’s an issue with the control unit, or if there’s an electrical short. Mostly because I’ve been able to get the servo to move – thus it’s not bad. Ah the joys of cars. I’m gonna put another hour into it today, then I’ve got to get to making some music. Thank you Roger for an awesome tune.
In Love With My Car
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine, With the pistons a pumpin’, and the hubcaps all gleam. When I’m holding your wheel, All I hear is your gear, When my hand’s on your grease gun, Oh it’s like a disease son, I’m in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile, Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar, Such a thrill when your radials squeal.
Told my girl I just had to forget her, Rather buy me a new cartburettor, So she made tracks sayin’ ths is the end now, Cars don’t talk back they’re just four wheeled friends now,
When I’m holding your wheel, All I hear is your gear, When I’m cruisin’ in overdrive, Don’t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive,
I’m in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile, I’m in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!
Word on the street is that Malcolm Young of AC/DC has decided to call it quits. Or rather, put himself on hiatus. For a band that has been a party animal favorite for so damn long, I’d say it’s a good idea that they consider going out without nosediving – but are they? That’s my personal feeling. Malcolm has decided at the age of 61 that it’s time to take some time off. Some news reports state that he’s taking the time off due to serious health issues. Hopefully Mr. Young is not seriously ill. It would be a shame to lose a man who’s guitar work has touched so many people.
AC/DC’s last release debuted at #1 in 29 countries. That’s an insane feat for a band that’s been around for 40+ years. Most bands would love to have a lengthy career like that. Hell a vast majority would love to have just one hit in their pocket that is as big as Back In Black, myself included.
The one smart thing AC/DC has done recently is to make their music available on iTunes. Do you have any of it? In the meantime rock out to this mega-hit. Don’t worry no one is going to harp on you about banging your head to this. Do it in private. Do it in public. You’ll feel better when you do.
Back In Black – AC/DC
Back in black
I hit the sack
It’s been too long I’m glad to be back
Yes I’m, let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging around
I keep looking at the sky
‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I’ll never die
I got nine lives
Cats eyes
Usin’ every one of them and running wild
‘Cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
(Well) I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
Yes, I’m in a bang
With a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I’m back on the track
And I’m beating the flack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I’m just makin’ my play
Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way
‘Cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
(Well) I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Well, I’m back, Yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, Yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I’m back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back
Back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Outta sight
Respect to AC/DC I’ve always kept a special place in my musical library for them. Maybe it’s finally time I learn to play one of their songs and do a cover of them. I know a few of AC/DC’s riffs, but never learned any of their songs all the way from start to finish.
A chairlift ride with a guy from Sacramento lead into a conversation about what I do and that I had a song for the Sacramento Kings. Yup, I was up on a mountain earlier today getting a few runs in. Cause that’s what one should do when their in a resort town getting ready to shoot a music video. Right? Being that it’s the end of the season, there’s only a short window of time where the snow is reasonably skiable. At least for high speed freaks like myself. Yes, I ski fast. No. I do not wear a helmet.
While heading up the hill on a particular ride, I met a guy named Mark who hailed from Sacramento and as skiers do they start chatting about where they’re from and what they do. Thus he asked about the type of music I do and I rattled off the style then mentioned I had a song about the Sacramento Kings. Which of course perks up ears and gets a response. So Mark, if you’re hunting around for the tune, here’s a good place to find it – provided you remembered my name. 🙂
We got into the story of how the song came about, which is a bit of a story in and of itself. Rather than bore you with the text, you’ll have to catch me on the hill on a chairlift next season or maybe on a mountain bike or more preferably at a show, then ask me.
In the meantime, here’s a link to hear the song for the Sacramento Kings and a shout out to their fans! Buy It Now
Do You Want To Play – Sacramento Kings
The Kings are here today
Doin it for their fans and what they want to say
Is Do You Do You Do You Want To Play
Do You Want To Play
Do You Want To Play
We’re gonna stand up stand up
Not sit down sit down
Ain’t tired of all this running around
We’re gonna jump up jump up
And block shots block shots
Ain’t no baskets to be givin away
(chorus)
There’s a foul line foul line
And overtime overtime
Ain’t backin down from either side
There’s warrior cries warrior cries
And aggressive eyes aggressive eyes
Ain’t letting fear get in our minds
(chorus)
We got a special class special class
And fancy flash fancy flash
Staking our claim while talkin some trash
We got some new blood new blood
And some great ones great ones
Pushing the edge to get that championship
(chorus)
Enjoy your day! Good Luck to the Sacramento Kings in the next season.
Last night I pulled up a copy of Life’s Been Good by Joe Walsh to test out a copy of an app called CAPO. The idea behind the app is that it can “listen” to a song and transcribe it for you. Showing you the chords, and give the ability to tab it out for guitar players. My initial reaction is – hey that would be really cool to learn songs faster. That’s how they approach selling it and it’s ability. I downloaded it, installed it and fired it up. Then I started traipsing through my iTunes library to find a song that I’ve never learned and wanted to know. That’s where I picked Life’s Been Good by Joe Walsh. I had CAPO “listen” to the song and up popped it’s interpretation of the song. To put it mildly, I wasn’t impressed with it’s chordal rendition of the song. While it was in the right key, however it didn’t get things accurate by any stretch. After which I tried another method in the app to see how good it was for dealing with the tab. Unfortunately even at version 3 with this software it’s not great for something like a Joe Walsh song. I’ll try it out on a more modern song in another day or two, but so far, my ear is 1000x faster and more accurate than the software was on Life’s Been Good.
As for Joe and this song, it’s got such a cool vibe that I when I hear it, I wish I was born in the era when what is no called Classic Rock, was king. I think I would have had a completely different life being a writer and guitar player back then.
Life’s Been Good
I have a mansion forget the price
Ain’t never been there they tell me it’s nice
I live in hotels tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all
They say I’m crazy but I have a good time
I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life’s been good to me so far
My Maserati does 185
I lost my license now I don’t drive
I have a limo ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I’m attacked
I’m making records my fans they can’t wait
They write me letters tell me I’m great
So I got me an office gold records on the wall
Just leave a message maybe I’ll call
Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through
Everybody says I’m cool (He’s cool)
I can’t complain but sometimes I still do
Life’s been good to me so far
I go to parties sometimes until four
It’s hard to leave when you can’t find the door
It’s tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody’s so different I haven’t changed
They say I’m lazy but it takes all my time
Everybody says Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
I keep on going guess I’ll never know why
Life’s been good to me so far
Enjoy your day! I know I am – I’m out skiing for a few hours before I have to hunker down and work on the mix for my next single.
I’d like to start by writing that you and I could very well be friends. Heck I’d hope that Jack White and I could be friends.Actually there is a Jack White that I am friends with but it’s not the same Jack White from the White Stripes. The Jack that I know is a drummer from the 80’s era of pop music. He helped me get a leg up in the industry a few years back. However, the Jack White that wrote this song We’re Going To Be Friends I’ve not yet met. It took me a few years of ignoring his music before I saw “It Might Get Loud”. That movie is what gave me a sense of respect for him. Massive respect. Shortly thereafter I had another friend who made me a playlist of their favorite music. In that playlist was this song “We’re Going To Be Friends”. It was a great bonding moment.
The odd thing about the timing on getting that playlist was it was probably one of the darkest points in my life. So it was a breath of fresh air. Thus I’m extending a pay it forward thanks to Jack White for writing a cool little ditty about getting know other people and being friendly. Who do you thank for such things?
We’re Going To Be Friends
Fall is here, hear the yell
Back to school, ring the bell
Brand new shoes, walking blues
Climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Walk with me, Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We will rest upon the ground
And look at all the bugs we found
Safely walk to school without a sound
Safely walk to school without a sound
Here we are, no one else
We walked to school all by ourselves
Theres dirt on our uniforms
From chasing all the ants and worms
We clean up and now its time to learn
We clean up and now its time to learn
Numbers, letters, learn to spell
Nouns and books and show and tell
Playtime we will throw the ball
Back to class, through the hall
Teacher marks our height against the wall
Teacher marks our height against the wall
And we don’t notice any time pass
We don’t notice anything
We sit side by side in every class
Teacher thinks that I sound funny
But she likes the way you sing
Tonight I’ll dream while I`m in bed
When silly thoughts go through my head
About the bugs and alphabet
And when I wake tomorrow Ill bet
That you and I will walk together again
I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Yes, I can tell that we are gonna be friends
Here’s a throwback about Slither by Velvet Revolver. It’s been about a decade since the ‘supergroup’ Velvet Revolver attempted to give straight up rock ‘n’ roll a shot in the arm amidst a hip hop culture. Featuring members of Gun’s N Roses and Stone Temple Pilots this group had all the trappings of what could make awesome rock. In fact, this particular song did quite well.
While I feel like a rocker at heart, I never had the look that went with it. I went from Metal to Pop. Now I do some many things that I just write music and don’t care so much about the genre as I do to make it sound fucking awesome for the vibe of the song. Which is what I think Slither is for the boys from Velvet Revolver: Slash, Duff, Scott, Matt. Them doing their thing as they do their thing. Which for the world of straight up dirty Rock, well – that’s about as good as it gets. Wouldn’t you agree?
Slither
Hey, hey, hey
When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees
Born and broken every single time
Always keep me under finger
That’s the spot where you run to me
Might see some type of pleasure in my mind
Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you will see
Hey, hey, hey
When you seek me you’ll destroy me
Rape my mind and smell the poppies
Born and bloodied every single time
Always keep me under finger
That’s the spot where you might linger
Might see some type the pleasure in my mind
Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you will see like holy water
It only burns you faster than you’ll ever dry
This time with me
When you look you see right through me
Cut the rope, I fell to my knees
Fallen and broken
Every single time
Yeah, here comes the water
It comes to wash away the sins of you and I
This time you will see like holy water
It only burns you faster than you’ll ever dry
This time with me
Hey, hey, hey
SONGWRITERS
HUDSON, SAUL / MCKAGAN, DUFF ROSE / KUSHNER, DAVID G / WEILAND, SCOTT RICHARD / SORUM, MATHEW WILLIAM