Demo for Day After Victory. The part where the vocals cut out will likely include a guitar solo when I revisit this song after February.
We are gonna cry out
Until we cannot breathe
We are gonna raise
Our flaming bottles high
We’ll put sacks over the heads
Of every single doubt
Pull all the triggers
Pan the cameras to the sky
Dance like Che Guevara in Havana
On a sunny day in 1959
A bloody path behind us, a life of work ahead
Ah, but listen as the whirring sounds align!
Shining stars exploding through my spine.
All the ashes falling
Through the heavy air
We’ll never fully clean
Sifting out our calling
With sieves of matted hair
Our friends’ blood on our jeans
But there is something of unfathomable purpose
Scratched on one of these innumerable pages
And if only I could ever seem to find it, I’d be alright.
Everything I need just out of sight.
And I’ve hit the point where all the fighting’s done
And now I’ve got to build.
Stand up and make the tough calls.
Be ready or be killed.
And there’s a moment of extraordinary insight
Hidden somewhere in these years of filth and pain
And it’s nagging like a word I’m just aware of but never find,
And there is some great romantic cosmic truth
Locked away inside those dreams that make me cry
But it’s always in some out of focus corner. I am blind.
Everything I need’s locked in my mind.