Story Behind The Song

I was waiting to fly to LA for a showcase @ the Viper Room. I waited for hours, and no phone call form my band mates. 6 Hours later, I get a phone call,"We had a change of plans, we just signed w/ Electra". As a matter of personal respect, a phone call 5 hours earlier would have been acceptable. Some people have control issues. These guys took the cake!

Song Description

Alway's coming up with the short end of the stick

Lyrics

Is Happiness your influence?
I wouldn't know
Cause I never land on my feet.
Some say I'm a trooper,
A star shoe gazer,
A chemical dependency.
Tha runs through your viens, like the coldest snow.
I'm stuck here, in your hold.
And the buzzing in my ears, won't seem to quit,
When I hear you, talkin' shit...

Low
I think you know.
That you're Low
A real piece of work..

I once believed, we all had wings
and no one could ever fall down.
But I'm the sucker, on the phone pacing
and just, hanging around
Fututristic kids
play a frigid trance.
That keeps me in my mould
Death to disco, death to dance,
And now I'm dead from the love you sold

Low
I think you know
That you're Low
A real piece of work