A Special Request
I dedicate the following song to irony:
For the hearing impaired, here are the lyrics:
“I wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And your still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes”“When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell”Now wheres you picket fence love
And wheres that shiny car,
And did it ever get you far
You’ve never seem so tense love
I’ve never seen you fall so hard,
Do you know where you are”“And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I’m lying”“When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell”“Tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself
Where’d it all go wrong, the list goes on and on”“And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I’m lying”“Now you’ll never see, what you’ve done to me
You can take back your memories they’re no good to me
And here’s all your lies,
You can look me in my eyes
With that sad sad look that you wear so well”“When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song and sing along oh you’ll never tell
Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along I hope that it will treat you well”
Now, I can finally smile. Thanks All-American Rejects for a great song.
Speaking of emo I recently exchanged messages with JT Woodruff, lead singer of Hawthorne Heights. He finally got hip and set up a Facebook. That’s right, the “Ohio Is for Lovers” rocker was originally just a guy from my hometown of St. Marys, W.Va. We used to run in the same circles and I once sold his band a sound mixing board.
Those were some good days. That’s when we’d listen to No Use for a Name (NUFAN), NOFX, MXPX, Goldfinger, Blink 182, 311, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, etc. Matt Powell and JT once wrote a song called “West Virginia Bass Festival,” a tribute to the annual St. Marys bass tournament, which runs this year from June 11-14.
Once we put together a punk show at the Pleasants County Park called the Punk ‘n’ Funk Festival. I remember designing the flyers for the show on my old Packard Bell computer. It was a small crowd, but we had plenty of Surge soda to go around.
I miss those days, but I miss Surge more.
Either way, it’s nice to see JT taking his roots and turning them into great songs.
