BLEED NO MORE
Written June 18, 2004

Why the fuck do I keep writing anti-war, anti-Bush songs? Why the fuck aren't the American troops home with their families? This one is a flat out, pump-your-fist and fight punk song. I even envisioned it with the harmonized "ohhh-ohhh"s in the chorus. I so want to record this bad boy.

There's a firestorm lighting up the sky tonight
Where there used to be the Milky Way
Now the heavens above are nowhere in sight
Man, I sure do miss their company

But we paid for these bombs, and the chance may never come again
But, really, what's there to defend? So I...

(Chorus:)
Wonder what is the point in war?
What the fuck are we fighting for?
I only hope all this pain will wash away
And we will bleed no more

Well, I wrote enough letters to the government
To know that nobody's listening to what I say
And freedom of expression kind of came and went
When I'd thought that we'd come such a long way

So if we pay with our lives, is this a reasonable cost for revenge?
How many pints of blood to spend 'til you...

Repeat chorus

There's a sun on the horizon
There's a son in a bodybag
Pack up the tanks, fill up the banks and then
Wait 'til it's time to save the world again...

Repeat chorus


ALRIGHT, ALREADY
Written June 19, 2004

An homage to the bands that will never die, and a warning to all the bands that desperately want to sound like Alexisonfire. Naturally, the chorus was written to have blood-curdling screaming serving as vocals.

Upon writing this one, I came upon a realization that I have officially reached my peak, and started fading out of "hip" territory. Lots of kids love screamo, but I think of most of it as noise. Alas, when my kids become teens, they will likely stare at me blankly, dumbfounded as to why I can't stand this fantastic new music they're into.

Welcome to the funeral of what was rock and roll
Gather 'round the grave, kick some dirt into the hole
We've come here to entomb, and we've come here to let go
We've come to bring eternal rest to Buddy Holly's soul

We gave birth to a kicking, screaming monster
And now it's swallowed us whole

(Chorus:)
Alright, already, I'm ready, I'm ready
Put me into the ground, keep it slow, keep it steady
Eulogize another trend we'll soon be forgetting
When the screaming stops, a whisper's all you're getting

Welcome to the dawn of another dying fad
If you think this shit is cool, just go ask your mom and dad
They can tell you 'bout The Who, Led Zeppelin and The Clash
And if you never even knew, let me tell you that they kicked ass

One day you'll give your children your CD's
And they'll throw them in the trash

Repeat chorus

One day these records will be measured
Against the classics as a string of guilty pleasures
I'm trying to keep relevant, but I can't keep my mouth shut
Who am I kidding? I'm just a trendy pop slut...