Revolutionary, god... what happened?
Everything maintains, everything is going okay. The life, essential, thrives, and will never lose its touch. Brilliant, excited, loved, loving, peaceful. The band... was... my life. For three years, that band... was me. That band represented all that was good and united in my life. My life has written itself upon the monoliths of time, and that band was so small, that band was a miniscule part of my life. But now... it may be dead, and... it burns. My past, the only living memory of my past has now been left on the road and ran over by assorted varieties of trucks and cars.
New musicians, and a new band comes promise for me and my dreams. I hope I will be as happy as I have been with what will only be a fragmented memory now of Last in Office.
Tears fall down my face in mixed feelings of distress and joy. Music will always live in my heart and soul, and no obstacles will be able to get in its way.
New musicians, and a new band comes promise for me and my dreams. I hope I will be as happy as I have been with what will only be a fragmented memory now of Last in Office.
Tears fall down my face in mixed feelings of distress and joy. Music will always live in my heart and soul, and no obstacles will be able to get in its way.