Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Oh How I Want To Be An Offense...An Unsettling Presence In This Life

Their fans weren't many in number, but once you were on their bandwagon...manalive were you on their bandwagon.

And I was on their bandwagon. Manalive was I on their bandwagon.

Notice the past tense.

Stavesacre announced that they were breaking up yesterday. There'll be an EP of the songs they're working on and a small farewell tour (and if it hits Big D I'm oh so there). And it won't mean that much to most of you.

But they meant a lot to me...largely because I related to their fans, their musical style and their lyrics. Particularly these lyrics, from the song "Shiv":

i'm crawling out of my skin
i hope i get under yours
so many times before
but you still wanna know
why i won't just lay down and die
what did you expect
i think that i could guess
but this weight is lifted and i'm like
back from the dead
and i'm feeling kinda strange
i'm not the same, and i think i like the change

nothing lost, just cut away
nothing left to hinder me
pushing on, stronger every day
leaning into the wind that used to carry me
(nothing left to hinder me)
the last shot
nearly killed me
eternity lifted me again
(nothing left to hinder me)
oh, how i want to be
an offense, an unsettling presence in this life

why'd you try to take me out
why try to keep me down?

to get my eyes off me
down each ugly street
too many needs,
too many souls on their knees
and where have i been?
too much is me and mine
too much is wasting time
with the cares of this life and now
i understand and i'm
i'm on my way i feel like a man
and i, i think i like the change

nothing lost, just cut away
nothing left to hinder me
pushing on, stronger every day
leaning into the wind that used to carry me
(nothing left to hinder me)
the last shot nearly killed me
eternity lifted me again
(nothing left to hinder me)
oh how i want to be
an offense, an unsettling presence in this life

why'd you try to take me out, why try to keep me down?


Hey, I get it if you don't like 'em. They're not everybody's cup of tea.

But I can't tell you how much I'll miss stuff like this:



So, thanks, Stavesacre, for 11 great years. For being an unsettling presence in this life. For crawling out of your skin. For getting under ours.

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