Story Behind The Song
Terrible issues and the crush of unpleasant decisions were filling my gut with a stinging misery, and the only mercy was in the music. Sooner or later, though, the music always stops.
Song Description
Music's healing powers don't always protect us when the music stops playing. In the silence, all those fears and tensions rush back in, all the more ferocious from having been pushed away by the rhythmic resonance of the spell of the song.
| Song Length |
2:03 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Mood |
Tense, Troubled |
| Subject |
Frustration, Fear |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I've been slinking round the back door.
Can't stand the tension anymore!
I cannot stand that terrible burning.
The terrible stinging in my gut.
And the music only helps when we are playing.
When it stops I'm terrified.
Rhythm in my head it is a comfort.
I can almost forget the face of need.
I can almost forget the menace of chaos.
I can almost forget the face of need.
And the music only helps when we are playing.
When it stops I'm terrified.
You can have your mind in the gutter.
You can have your heart out in your boots.
Mute it down into a terrible mutter.
Or grasp the stalk at the roots.
And the music only helps when we are playing.
When it stops I'm terrified.