Very ancient stuff…

The band was called super­glue …

It’s two songs rolled into one, using the same chord pat­tern C  /  em  /  |  F  /  C  /  |  am  /  em  /  |  F  /  /  /  | even though the first one is in G major and the sec­ond one is in C major. Neat, isn’t it?

Play­ing on this record­ing are: Wolf Pratts on drums, Alex Tryp­pa­long on bass and maybe Boris Mei­jer on lead gui­tar, I am not sure now. I mean, that was decades ago and my brain and ears are still recov­er­ing from rock music only grad­u­al­ly. It is a long process, it takes patience and time and the will­ing­ness to heal and … what?

Lyrics

No. 253

I’m work­ing on my con­cept of per­fect con­fu­sion
I know the truth is just a part of the lie
I’m pick­ing up the pieces and the only solu­tion
When you’re fight­ing time, is nev­er to die

I’ll only keep space, for life-long rein­car­na­tion
I’m the next gen­er­a­tion learn­ing to fly
I’m the frag­ment of a dream that touched my eyes and gra­cious­ly
Promised to lead me to my cor­ner of the sky

No. 254

There were times when I used to wait so patient­ly
Know­ing there were greater things yet to come
I’d be inno­cent, I’d burn and nev­er fade away
Only the good would stay for­ev­er young

There were times when I knew i could just walk away
to find the place where real life would wel­come me
And when I’d wear the crown I’d come back here some sun­ny day
When I had proven that I could so eas­i­ly be free

Back then I knew that noth­ing real­ly mat­ters
And I could still learn how to play the game
Then I knew things can only get bet­ter
Nat­u­ral­ly, but me I’d always be the same

There were times when I knew I was a cho­sen one
And all I had to do was trust in prov­i­dence
But even now it seems my life has only just begun
It seems I didn’t even take half a chance