Finde Songtexte

For Alexander "AJ" Betts, Jr., from Des Moines, Iowa. Another teenage victim of suicide back in 2013. Like Tyler Clementi, Channing Smith, Sara Hegazy and countless others before and after, he was lost in the flood of hatred caused by fear and ignorance, after being outed, shamed and bullied for being gay. LGBTQ (our propensity to label people continues to fuel its own dysfunctional form of prejudice) teens are 4x more likely to kill themselves than teens who are not labeled so. Every 45 seconds, a person who has been labeled LGBTQ, between the ages of 13-24 in this great, accepting and empathetic country of ours, Attempts to take their own life. A worldwide pandemic, an opioid epidemic, world discord, assault weapons and mass murders, hunger, oppression, greed and avarice running rampant, and we allow the flower of our youth to take their own lives because they're not accepted as part of the so called "norm"? Shame on us. I wrestled with my approach on this one. I tried to imagine AJ's mother's anguish and despair. In the end, I went with lyrics written as a series of imaginary letters from mother to son. I'm sure no words of mine can do this tragic and on-going criminality any justice. Pray one day we wake up.

Losing your life partner can be traumatic. No one should ever be old and alone. Windows and walls.

In memory of Gabby Petito and anyone who is physically and emotionally beaten down and abused. No one should ever be made to feel that their love is rooted in fear and disrespect. No one. It's toxic. Leave.

After the excitement of a lively Saturday night there's the come down. After saying goodnight to your friends and acquaintances, making your way back to where you live your thoughts might turn to last night and tomorrow. Contemplation on the way things are going and the way things might be going. The afterglow hangover.

We've all looked back and thought of a musician, actor, playwright etc who we wished we'd seen at the height of their fame and abilities. this piece of work tries to sum up the feeling of having missed that artist and knowing that you're not going the chance to see them again. There's also a hint of anger at the cause or reason of their passing.