For all the unheard - The Bouncing Souls

This would be my way of thanking all the music that has pushed me along for so...long, and apologizing that I couldn’t listen to it all while I laid on my deathbed. I could make a list about my favorite music about music too, but won’t.

This is the last song on the Bouncing Souls album The Gold Record that came out in July:

A guitar collects dust like his heart, soundless and still A girl collapses on her bed writing words never read, troubled youth spills over into troubled life and times We walk alone with our troubled minds A guitar strikes a chord hits the misery so hard so bold, sounding through this world where it is so hard to feel that gold It’s running through us all, a beauty buried deep under a river of grief where the muddy waters flow and the stones don’t roll This is for all the unheard, all the music left behind, all the songs left on the floors of the closets of our minds Where’s the passion gone in our hearts? Lost somewhere in the grind; it’s time to bring it back, its time to unwind, find what we lost, it’s time to bring it back A lost song lingers on, bouncing off stars on and on, a moment gone or is it looking for you to sing its tune

Rad, huh?