recorded the instrumentals for save the day, the song designed to give our miserable album about death and despair a happy, lovefest of an ending. at least that was the case until mark decided to change the lyrics. "you are my love?" looks like my love will be LEFT ON THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR.
"huh? just how depressing is this album?" ------the greatest thing is to die and know that at least one pointless life ended
"ha! are those lyrics from a new song?" ---no, they're actually lyrics from your pathetic LIFE. and possibly mine as well.
"Do you think you're the second coming of Morrissey or The Smiths, or something?" ------yes, except the part about something. i prefer to be termed "nothing"
"Nothing? Is your new album conceptually linked to the song 'Nothing' from Sunny Ash?" -----fuck you for bringing that disgusting idea into being
"gosh! someone's having a bad day... can't you be more positive?????" -----glad to report that arta's sliding chord change from F to A in crowds of nervous people is delightfully disturbing. and the creepy, distant echo of the piano riff is totally evocative of a desolate waste land, which is what the song is about.
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