Antiquated

Antiquated

 North Richland Hills, Texas, USA
BandAlternativeAcoustic

My music is really about emotion more than anything. It's not for everyone, and I get that. I just want people to feel what I was feeling whenever I wrote a song or poem. I want to move people. Whether it's to joy, tears or rage, I want them to get to know me in the most pure and honest way possible-through my music.

Other Info

Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

FrostBitten Failures and Lies

Written By: James R. Goodall

And the story goes
On and on and on, in a slow melancholic tone
With no tricks and no suprises
Just like those boring old crackerjack prizes

And the cold wind blows
Dry and hard and long down this dusty road
Through my fingers, through my hair
And it whispers in my ear

"You've slept for too long
Get on your feet, before they're gone
They'll leave you lying cold and alone"
(Cold and alone, cold and alone)

I finally know
So let the dark clouds roll in
And cover me - cover the hard ground below
To hide my face from them, from me,
From you

I've failed everybody here
Let them down and torn them apart
They wont take me back (They wont take me back)
I am nothing in their eyes

"You've slept for too long
Get on your feet, before they're gone
They'll leave you lying cold and alone"
(Cold and alone, cold and alone)

When the Realization Hits Home (Clean)

Written By: James R. Goodall

Everybody wants to sit in circles
And talk about sports teams and the race cars
And how they all got beat down
And everybody wants to run in circles
To try to get somewhere by doing the same thing
And everybody always tries too hard

Well, I've sat in fields and
Stared at cars and shooting stars
Listened to the wind blow
Through the ancient branches in the trees
I've contemplated everything,
And nothing makes much sense

But then, what do I know?

When the rain pounds like hell
And washes away
Everything that you ever strove to accomplish
When the lights burn out
Who could tell the difference
Between you and I?
When the rains pound like hell...

So let's all stick needles in our bloodveins
Let's roll with the right crowd, in search of the next high
Let's live like we don't really care...
Who wants to toss shots until their head spins,
Until the ground comes up to catch them?
Who wants to live the life?

Or let's just go to the theatre,
And see the latest film
Let's Paint a portrait, take some pictures
Read a classic book
Or simply sit and wonder why everything is

That's what really matters

When the rain pounds like hell
And washes away
Everything thast you ever strove to accomplish
When the lights burn out,
Who could tell the difference
Between you and I
When the rains pound like hell?