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Without Reason (so lonely at the top)
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Recorded at the Pillbox Studios in beautiful downtown Petersburg, Indiana. Produced by brick briscoe and churchill.
churchill dream brett hou
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Hard Rock for Our Pleasure
This band emerged out of a group of guys coming to the realization that they are good songwriters and arrangers and they are wasting their time playing other people's music. The rest is rather easy to understand. It is also a spawn of the frustration of living in the fucked up world we are all in right now. We just play rock and roll and have many things to say. We hope you agree, but don't care if you don't. The songs are just rock and roll with overt political overtones that are evolving everyday. We just want to make music that we like without all the pretense and genre crap that we all have shoved down our throats everyday. It's time to just play rock music again without all the hair-gel and whining.
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Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
Peak #1,925
Peak in subgenre #435
Author
Words and Music by Brett Houchin, Arranged by Chur
Rights
Brett Michael Houchin
Uploaded
December 02, 2003
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Rich people. Capitalism. Advertising. Yuppies.
Lyrics
You know I’ll walk on down the road without a reason And I’ll taste things just the same as you You can hate and not care till I quit breathing But there’s some things that I’ve got to do You can fall apart when someone gets there before you You can hold your tongue when you want to yell I don’t what exactly happened that finally tore you But it’s not my fault far as I can tell Dream about you life then, even though it’s frightenin’ And it will only get worse Dream about the houses, rich imported blouses Trade your soul for every verse I’ll crawl on down the road if I have to Goddamn if I will ever give up You beg and plead to stop what you can’t do It didn’t know you liked it this rough Dream about you life then, even though it’s frightenin’ And it will just get worse Dream about the houses, rich imported blouses Trade your soul for every verse So lonely at the top I want to come down So lonely at bottom, if you don’t make a sound So painful at the top, buy another round So low as I buy people by the pound
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