ptwo hundred, sixty three]
I decided to pause my reading for two minutes to write a short bit. I used to be intensely in love with this band called BILLY TALENT, and I still remember every single word to their songs on their first two albums, hence the title of said post. I think that most people underestimate the power of one band, of lyric, in its true, raw form, that is not relatively commercialised to a point, something that writes for a whole audience a nation as a whole, a generation of people stuck and feeling low, a mass of audience that needs something to hold on to, a branch in the drowning stream. I don't believe BILLY TALENT was that band, but it was that sort of band for me. I believed in them, I wished that I could write songs and words and poetry in such a way as they did. If you want to know what I mean, check out their song.... Standing in the Rain. I know it sounds stupid at first, listen to it once, then listen to it again with the lyrics up. I do this for most of the songs that I am told to listen to, because I never know if the intention is for the instrumentals, the lyrics, both, or just the feel of the song. This is a song that I will remember for the rest of my life, for so many different reasons.
Milk carton mug shot baby missing since nineteen eighty three.
Jess :]
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