It was the least shocking surprise
We were all concerned that it would happen too soon
The end for all of us is inescapable
But its the when’s the wherefores and the whys
That bring tears to out eyes
It was the least shocking surprise
I have almost been on the wrong side of it
a few times before
And I remember thinking about this very thing
How will this look in other people’s eyes
A shocking surprise, or not so much?
Some of us fly too close to the sun
Because we want to see when the wax will melt on out wings
For others there is only darkness even in the sun
And the nights are extra dark
So much so that they can’t see that the light will come again
Because it never does
And wherever they go, their demons are always there
And we who love them desperately want our love to be their light
But they feel unworthy of our love so the can’t except it
And their self-destructive compulsions both feed on the darkness
And make them feel more unworthy of our love
The darkness grows and the cycle continues
And the harder we try the worse it can get
Unless they choose to love themselves enough to take their chance
At breaking the cycle
A prerequisite to banishing the darkness
I thought writing songs could do it
Or letting you run what had been built
Is it narcissism to think I ,IGTV have made things worse
Or neglectful to discount the harm I might have done?
It is the least shocking surprise
But it still brings tears to my eyes
I hope you’ve found peace
I hope you’ve found peace
I love you
Goodbye
My very first recording of my first band, Silica. It is rough. This was our first real song. John sang and I did the terrible harmonies and screaming on this one.
Recorded live during a church service probably in the early 2000s.
CREDITS:
Written by Project X and Tammy Borden
Project X: Bass
Scott Wilson: Lead guitar
Tim Thompson: Acoustic guitar, backing vocal
Craig LeMieux: Drums
Tammy Borden…
OWIE! in G
When I get an owie
I want to tell somebody
When I get an owie
I feel so alone
When I get an owie
I want to show somebody
When I get an owie
I run strait to mom
When I get an owie
It's better if it's bloody...
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It was the least shocking surprise We were all concerned that it would happen too soon The end for all of us is inescapable But its the when’s the wherefores and the whys That bring tears to out eyes It was the least shocking surprise I have almost been on the wrong side of it a few times before And I remember thinking about this very thing How will this look in other people’s eyes A shocking surprise, or not so much? Some of us fly too close to the sun Because we want to see when the wax will melt on out wings For others there is only darkness even in the sun And the nights are extra dark So much so that they can’t see that the light will come again Because it never does And wherever they go, their demons are always there And we who love them desperately want our love to be their light But they feel unworthy of our love so the can’t except it And their self-destructive compulsions both feed on the darkness And make them feel more unworthy of our love The darkness grows and the cycle continues And the harder we try the worse it can get Unless they choose to love themselves enough to take their chance At breaking the cycle A prerequisite to banishing the darkness I thought writing songs could do it Or letting you run what had been built Is it narcissism to think I ,IGTV have made things worse Or neglectful to discount the harm I might have done? It is the least shocking surprise But it still brings tears to my eyes I hope you’ve found peace I hope you’ve found peace I love you Goodbye
yeah --- I must of heard the original so many times but this version yeah just great.. so great. ---
cool
You guys missed the boat. You should’ve sang it to your wives at your weddings.
This rocks!
Thank you project x & Len Sasso!
Super Duper almost country! Sounds kind of familiar. JK LOL :) BW
Perfect for contemplative moments.
Cool instrumental!
Jenni Mansfield Peal James Michael Taylor love this, thanks for posting.
Very nice. Hope all is well.
This is better than most of the stuff I've made while listening
What kind of music do you think I’ll make when I am 83
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