Story Behind The Song

This song is based around a little dog that barked at me and made me jump because it wanted to tear into my leg. The guy at the organic store who has hissy fits about refrigeration. And the man in the flat above me who regularly yells out obscenities and obsurdities. I put them into guitar chords and when I pass by that little dog, it nolonger makes me jump, because I just think of the chord that corresponds to the the dog's bark.

Song Description

All those sounds out there that are yelling and barking, like sirens going off.

Lyrics

Red Alert
Thoughts inner gloam
Spacing out the tone
Because it looks itself
In the eye
And roams.

It's smash of you
To tell these things
That went into
A hollow slew

Because it's over now,
It's over now,
It's over now
It's over now.

Red alert, red alert
It's really not its fault
It's really not its fault
Red alert, red alert
It's really not its fault
It's really not its fault

'cause, all these moments of choice we have
Caste these strings into fickle things
When you've really got it happening,
Really got it happening.

Can't you feel this is in a set,
Where it takes what you want to get
And pastes those moments of interest
And grasps that role 'cause that's the test
When you've really got it happening,
Really got it happening.

They aged the dark horse to blood and bone
Ate the led and got fed
And gambled it all into the mud
And brought in all that they shed
'cause it was at the point of breaking
At the point of breaking

Thoughts inner gloam
Spacing out the tone
Because it looks itself
In the eye and roams.

Sometimes those things you hold onto
Are damaging
And sometimes you want to go that place
Insisting and insisting.

Red alert, red alert
It's really not its fault
It's really not its fault
Red alert, red alert
It's really not its fault
It's really not its fault

Just another misled display
Anger directed into array
Bloody gold-dig cut and carve it
In the summer's heat
Where the snow is Styrofoam
Cut and carve it
Gilt the sway.

'cause it's all just blown
Into the unknown
'cause you gain it
In the red.

Red alert, red alert
It's really not its fault
It's really not its fault
Red alert, red alert
It's really not its fault
It's really not its fault

'cause it's all just blown
Into the unknown
'cause you gain it
In the red.