Akal

Gary was my friend, cause I was just like him.
We liked to lose ourselves in booze.
So we sailed up to the sun.
Thought we were the only ones.
And there we stayed for an awful long time.
It’s hard to let go when we know everything there is to know.
Where will we go if we don’t slow down the self-destruction?
You put your pain in to the way that you sang all of those
Tuscarora songs.
We’d talk on the phone in a commiserating tone.
Comrades in arms.
Brotherly bonds.
And we’d talk all about our bands, how people just didn’t understand how good
we were and how bad we felt.
So you had your own way, where did that way ever seem to get you but down.
The more you complain, ya, the less things change.
Are they out to get you?
Flying guitars and flashing strobe lights, and all of your upside down cords.
I’m missing you, so I’m listening to all of those Tuscarora songs.
We’d all sing along to the Tuscarora songs.
we’d all sing along to the Tuscarora.
And you told us all just how you’d fall.
In every song, we’d sing along.
So it came as no surprise when Suzi called me that night, said Gary died,
he took his own life.
Akal.
Akal.
Akal.
Akal