Band: Waxwing
Song: If Death Comes
Album: For Madmen Only
Label: Second Nature Recordings (1999)
http://www.discogs.com/Waxwing-For-Madmen-Only/master/287404
Seattle-based Waxwing's debut full length, For Madmen Only, is a beautifully involved album of contrasting emotions set against the musical contradictions of both lush acoustic movements and propulsive dramatic rock. Musically, For Madmen Only's nine tracks transverse myriad rock landscapes (be it traditional rock, indie, folk or Americana), but with a sullen, repentant quality that stains these tracks with a morose, languid atmosphere perfectly echoed in singer/guitarist Rocky Votolato's brooding vocals and lyrics. One of For Madmen Only's greatest strengths is Votolato's golden crooning, which serves as both focal point and background for Waxwing's music, slipping into the foreground and back again with ease, as it's required. Waxwing's lilting dynamics takes the music from tender acoustic folk to somnambulant indie rock to restrained melodies that build to emotional climaxes and rock spasms, but always with a faltering push-pull theme laced throughout For Madmen Only. Sharing its members with The Blood Brothers, Bugs In Amber, as well as Votolato's solo endeavors has done nothing to diminish Waxwing's dramatic focus, and For Madmen Only is an exquisite, effecting debut.
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Lyrics:
Hopeful but not optimistic
My mind becomes more dangerous by the second
So I'm hopeful but not optimistic
Lay down what you're working on
It's time to sleep
I promise that tomorrow will come
Cause time the clock keeps, it keeps.
I'm traveling faster and if death comes at least
Silence is comforting, finally released
From endless ringing
These are the horses that are calling me
The perfect ending I'm finally released.
I don't know why we keep singing these songs
I've never heard anyone sing along, slowly dying.
Attempting to trick chaos into something beautiful
It's what I live for, it's magic.
Deep in this heart something is said.
Someone translate, help me understand, we're all dying.
I'm screaming while I still can, hope my throat holds up
Under this pressure, so my heart won't burst, I'm trying.
Try, any time, any time.