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Overview: For a long time we thought this would be the name of our album, Black Hole Kids because our generation is the Generation of The Black Hole in my opinion. We’re selfish and devoid of diversity really, I mean the vast majority. So here we are playing music that laments about other generations, the Lost Generation, The Best Generation and so on. It’s a really meaningful song in a way.
Sound: The song features a constant slow bass riff that sets the backdrop for the rest of the song. It’s also one of the songs on the album without any screams, it’s just regular old Rock, with hints of grunge. The riffs are basic and it takes a backseat to Winston’s singing, in which he laments about how uncomplicated things used to be. Singing backing vocals(personified in the [brackets]) is Renee and Sam Maine’s verse is really about nothing. Really. The guitar work slows down during the Chorus, and Winston heavily utilizes a distortion pedal during this.
Lyrics:
Holding off for your love
I’m a cannonball
Nothing like it [Oh yeah/Oh yeah]
Baby you don’t know
They speak in other tongues for me [Oh no/Oh no]
Whispered lies and shattered dreams
Nothing like it for me
Torn jeans at the seam
Nothing more to see [No/No]
Cuz’ we’re a buncha Black Hole Kids[Black Hole Kids]
Tearing away emotion and color
We’re unlike any other [Yeah/Yeah]
Call back the memories of days
Days long past
Forget the words that I spoke
On top of that rock
Years ago [Oh Oh Oh]
Use your eyes babygal
Nothing’s ever that hard
Use your friends ol’ pal
To break through the new frontier onward
Whispered lies and shattered dreams
Nothing like it for me
Torn jeans at the seam
Nothing more to see [No/No]
Cuz’ we’re a buncha Black Hole Kids[Black Hole Kids]
Tearing away emotion and color
We’re unlike any other [Yeah/Yeah]
[Sam:]
No words to set me apart
That old old century [Past Past Past]
Oh old friend we should start
Taking back our old country [PSST]
Don’t speak about my own friends like that
And it’s nothing left to see
So c’mon c’mon
Dance with me
Whispered lies and shattered dreams
Nothing like it for me
Torn jeans at the seam
Nothing more to see [No/No]
Cuz’ we’re a buncha Black Hole Kids[Black Hole Kids]
Tearing away emotion and color
We’re unlike any other [Yeah/Yeah]