Alyssa Corey - Vocals
Dom Tolerico - Guitars
Matt Bednash - Bass
Rich Robinson - Drums
lyrics
I’m not the same, but I’m never changin’
Wide open free-way, all in a day, man
She never saw the red I viewed through my own eyes
Makin’ the best of what they’re expectin’
Cryin’ and hopin’ that I’ll get arrested
I guess I had to snap for them to realize
I gotta get out, I gotta get down before the end of this old street
Sirens behind, darkness of the mind created crimes so discrete
Well, I did my crime, but I won’t do time I’ll bear this heavy load
And you won’t see me again on this open road*
Times were the same, but they needed changin’
A food in the mouth or a knife in the blanket
She never saw it comin’ she was her own demise
That’s when I lost it, hand in my pocket
After it started, I couldn’t stop it
Highway 81 I see a perfect sunrise
I’m not the same, but I’m never changin’
Times were the same but they needed changin’
I’m not the same, but I’m never changing
A foot in the mouth or a knife in the blanket
credits
from Cellar Door,
released October 31, 2014
Musics by Bednash/Robinson
Lyrics by Corey/Robinson
Holy shit Walt. Your laugh is unbearable. There was nothing said that would warrant a laugh like that. Its like a baby that laughs when its dad hurts himself. He just cracks up at nothing and it sounds like he's having a respiratory attack of some sort. eagle126