This is in reference to my original subtitle comment, some moons ago… White Walls!!!!
What the $#%! are you talking about? That’s gibberish at best. At worst, it’s crap. I mean, let’s be real here… the subtitle is crap. Is and always will be. But wait, it’s worse.
This is about a song, a band. One that I’ve noted in the past, in a variety of forms, sometimes as BTBAM or just their band name, Between the Buried and Me.
I first saw them in 2008 with Dream Theater, like as if that’d be some other band? In fact, I saw them three times that year. Two of those times were in Florida with my buddy Brad.
Yes, I feel like I say this every time, that Brad! The gentleman whom I was close friends with and from whom I purchased the amazing, ruiner of everything, Acura NSX.
I can say, factually, I saw Dream Theater, Opeth, Between the Buried and Me, Three (The Band 3) three freaking times that summer. And twice in Florida, no less.
And that’s a shithole that is on the least favorite climates list.
Now that I’ve wasted a crap ton of space up there, I’d note that it was an amazingly great time. I got to ride around Florida in an Acura NSX, that I would eventually own.
Oh, one that had no AC. During the summer. In Florida… What could a human not love about all that shit? Yeah… imagine eye-rolling here. Hard.
It wasn’t until after the first show that Brad I went to in Orlando that I realized just how cool BTBAM really was. And there’s also Ants of the Sky. Oh, man.
One of these days I’m gonna talk about Ants of the Sky. Oh, what a song. If not for the outro of this song, White Walls, Ants of the Sky would be #1. Aside “The Anatomy Of” tracks.
Let’s be real, I don’t love the vocals, specifically the screaming. I do, however, love the shit out of the music, it’s so tight and amazingly focused. Good width, tube worthy.
Wanna have fun? Take on this shit on… The Rock Band 3 version, it’s super cool if that’s your game. Skills check.
The song makes me feel, generally like I have experienced something new and amazing. I felt like that the first, second, and third times I saw them live. I enjoyed the flow,
I don’t care about lyrics, it’s the groove and wave of the song that you like, then the lyrics speak to you. Rarely at once
I really don’t know what to say about the song itself. I will 100% STATE I do not love the vocals. AT ALL. The music, amazing.
I’ve always got hung on “The whores take the stage…flash our skills…” and “We will be remembered for this.”. I think when you read the lyrics, it’s fairly obvious.
I am me. I stand by my work. Love it or not, fuck you.
Check out the Youtube video for Between the Buried and Me – White Walls.
The monsters are made, and we have proven that we will be one of them.
The whores take the stage…
The whores take the stage…flash our skills…
Gotta draw ‘em in… gotta keep ‘em on their toes, on their toes…
Don’t show them how you truly are… who would want honesty…
Who would want a group of people that one can relate with?
Don’t show them how you truly are… who would want honesty…
Who would want a group of people that one can relate with?
We need worship.
We need worship.
We need devotion…
becoming gods from the image that is thrown…
thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort…
We need devotion…
Becoming Gods from the image that is thrown…
Thrown out in their everyday lives to comfort…
It’s not a musical journey anymore…
they chose Camilla and we stood by her the entire time…
monotonous expression…a forced replica of a tired sound…
puppets for a greed-driven carnival…
the same charade as the passing years…
Force me out there.
Don’t give them a chance.
Don’t give them a chance.
They want to be fed…fed a simple replication of past greatness.
Step back, step back, step back.
Evaluate.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Recognize.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Evaluate.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Recognize.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Evaluate.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Recognize.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Evaluate.
Step back, step back, step back.
Step back, step back, step back.
Recognize.
We just need to throw some new ideas in…
It will eventually get out of this closed off circle we are part of…
Get out of this closed off circle…
Get out of this closed off circle…
It’s all the same.
This is all we have when we die.
It’s what’s left of us when we die.
We will be remembered for this.
We will be remembered for this.
We will be remembered for this.
We will be remembered for this.
The same.
White wall.
White wall.
White wall.
White wall.
