THE SOUND

The Sound 

It’s dying, dying, a-no one shows, 
Hey, where did all the people go when the good venues closed? 
Move on, ya move on to something new, 
Did you forget about the artists making things for you? 
They stay up and they write their songs, 
They’d never do it if they thought it was wrong. 
And you need it to set you free, 
From all the mundane little miseries 

I hear the sound, sound, sound of it all 
Ringing in my ears and off of the walls. 
And it gets loud, loud and out of control, 
But there’s still room for more, 
Down the rabbit hole. 

Don’t tell me to quit and get on with life. 
I dare you go a week without your tunes; stuck on I-5. 
Here in Tacoma and Seattle, 
We sat by train tracks and sang to the sea before we stood, 
Here on the stage where we felt it in the moment and knew we couldn’t stop it. 
For heaven’s sake; don’t quit, keep singing ‘til the day you die. 

And hear the sound, sound, sound of it all 
Ringing in my ears and off of the walls. 
And it gets loud, loud and out of control, 
But there’s still room for more, 
Down the rabbit hole. 
But there’s still room for more, 
Down the rabbit hole. 

I hear the sound, sound, sound of it all 
Ringing in my ears and off of the walls. 
And it gets loud, loud and out of control, 
But there’s still room for more, 
Down the rabbit hole. 
But there’s still room for more, 
Down the rabbit hole.