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Lie down. Play dead. Good dog.
bessire cacciotti henders
intelligence. agression. emotion.
Everything comes to an end. That time has arrived for the band Mr.Downstairs. After six years of pushing boundaries, buttons and physical limits, Mr.Downstairs came to an end in October 2003 with the departure of founding guitarist Anthony Cacciotti. Realizing that a new guitarist would mean the end of Mr.Downstairs in any case, remaining members Brian Bessire, Dan Henderson and new bassist Mike Foster also decided to move on. But the story doesn't end there. Before going their own ways, Brian, Dan and Mike decided to complete the songs that Mr.Downstairs was currently writing, and release them. Twelve songs, spanning a period of expansion and experimentation, were chosen. Some were already recorded. Others hadn't been started. Appropriately titled, "be all end all" is a glimpse of everything Mr.Downstairs might have been, had things turned out differently. In Anthony's unfortunate departure, the integrity of Mr.Downstairs had escaped unscathed. Instead of compromising their songs to fit the most marketable format, Mr.Downstairs was able to release all of the songs they felt were good enough to share with their fans and friends. They always gave their fans more credit than music industry executives, who seemed to believe that the average listener can only tolerate so much from one band. The members of Mr.Downstairs realized that their favorite bands were the ones that transcended trends and boundaries, forged their own direction and chose their own destiny. And in their last moments, Mr.Downstairs chose to do just that. Be all. End all.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
#30,154 today Peak #427
#11,789 in subgenre Peak #46
Author
Mr.Downstairs
Rights
2002- 2004 Mr.Downstairs music
Uploaded
August 24, 2004
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
To go out like vous - yesterday's news Go out like blue platform shoes - choose to go out like that A familiar, awful scene; Self-fulfilling prophecy I won't buy it - never, ever -- then or now Regrettably, we stand and watch and wait for the promised land Our fountain of youth will never blossom Meanwhile, the soft underbellies have been slit And we're left for dead - so fight instead I stop to tell myself that black and white aren't the only ways to see. I hesitate to tell myself it's true They do not own us - we do not owe them (anything) Understandably, our disbelief has caught up with us A once-bright vision is now lightless and empty Of course we're angry, of course we're afraid And on-course we are to a total self- destruction [What if they found out the basis of all religion? We must keep a lid on this.To control agriculture, monetary systems, fuel, and communications. Or we'll have to establish a police state to keep them at bay.] And you can count on one hand, the number of us who'd burn the crown And you can count on one hand holding all of us down Read between the lines - we will decide for you. Just one hand holds all of us down.
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