Song Breakdown: Dead Last

This is one of those songs that i don't really think about, but when i listen to it it still hits. There's nothing about this song that I don't like. The overall message is kinda like a few of our songs, which is, "You ain't as alone as you think." I dunno, man, you keep living, right, and you see some pretty wild shit, and people on all different levels of understanding and expression, methods of coping with things, different causes and a bunch of stuff... LIFE, ya know? But one underlining thing is people always have this buffer between them and the rest of the world. I get it, it's a cold world, but you're not alone.

A lotta times folks put on music to get away from other folks, other places, things. Like drinkin, which... is what it is, like all things. Some drink to remember and some to forget... heard that at a few places. True i guess. But, no matter where you go, there you are, and since you brought your self, you're never alone, even when you are. Having said that, it's nice to understand that you're never alone. You can be by your self, true, but you're never alone. Putting on the music to escape... the folks drawn to that music are right there with you. That's one of the things in this song.

"It's a rush to the head..." is kinda one of those interchangeable lines? I don't know exactly how to say that. It flips a few different ways/ means a few different things. Ok, so, like doing all of this crap is a head-trip when you see it play out. You're like, "Wow, this is what's happening?! This is sick/ sad/ amazing/ whatever else..." dig? But at the same time, DOING IT is a rush to the head, meaning the folks pulling the strings get off on all of this. The puppet masters of all of the wars: spiritual wars, economic wars, drug wars, race wars, wars of the sexes, frickin battle of the bands and battle royale's with cheese.... all that stuff... it's entertainment for them. Meanwhile, all the way at the top, like Source... it's all kinda meaningless to a point. Like, everything is something to do, but you gotta do something, dig me? Like sharks, you gotta keep it moving. Everything is vibration, energy in motion. If it were not in motion it would fizzle out and die. So everything that happens, it all balances out in the huuuuge picture, so just do something. All of it is a rush to the head, like, "Wow, this is living. ALL of this...."

Frickin sucks to see the world suck itself down, kicking and screaming, going down in flames. BUT... the flames are "want" and a lot of the world is a spoiled confused mess. You DO try your hand at making things right, helping where you can, but a lotta times you get used, till you're used up, ya know? A lot of fake people, or people just on fire with want. They talk a lot of shit but don't follow through. True things take time, but you can tell after a while, just from the initial meeting, 'Yeah, this one's full of shit." Or "That one's got it. There's that thing there." The full of shit ones it's in the smile. The ones that have it its in the eyes. Anyways, so as the whole globe burns and you lick your wounds watching it twinkle, sometimes someone else comes up from the ashes and screams. Just so happens that you have a smoke, and they have a sip. So... Cheers.

The bull- hypnosis track art/image was done for fun. Kinda made to look like the end of an old 8-bit video game when you die on your last life before the "Continue?" pops up on the screen. Yup, bull hypnosis, which is what a lot of the world is. It's a combination of things. Bull hypnosis as in bullshit hypnosis, but also as in hypnotizing bulls, cattle for slaughter and entertainment (bull-fighting, the running of the bulls, rodeos...) You've got this strong beast that can doze whatever it wants, but they keep it in that cage, charge it up and make it dance like a fool... like a clown. Mouth sewn shut but trying to break free, speaking blood (purity, it's truth and life) even through being "silenced". Vision x'ed out, but the x is fading the higher it goes, like if your sights are high and you can see higher things, you'll get your vision back. Yeah, just looked like a fun-ass dead clown with a bloody mouth, right? Yeah. Think that. It helps. Underestimation is a valuable thing.

The style of the song? I dunno what to say about that. Charlie goes thru phases as well. This was like an older bluesy style. I don't know what to call it. We were all listening to different types of music at the time. Normally that's the case. So when we all link up you get this soup, this mix of different influences that plays off of each other, so.. yeah. But she was into a lot of like Nina Simone, Miles Davis... Stuff you'd normally think would be Bearnard. Them two rubbing off on each other. I was into Chevelle at that time, so, whatever for that. Chevelle and Audioslave. HA HA. We were all going thru James Brown and Ray Charles' stuff though, so maybe that kinda did something too.

Here's a link to the bandcamp if you want to download it. This is the words are both below this pic, but also in the video (which is after the words posted here). Thanks for checking it out. Hopes you diggs it.

"dead last" - the zephaniah chesterfield project

Lyrics

you sit alone tryna make your self at home

in a war that's not yours, but unfolds at your door

the nights used to mask your collapse

as you grasp to your friends blowing up from the end of it all

and you feel like the world is a blur and a maze

its amazing this crazy place hasn't eaten itself alive

such a rush to the head, in a still place cold and dead

hey lets go for a stroll in the night--

dead last ones alive

parents hypnotized by the drugs of their dreams

while the lies of the land sells its brand of being free

not the death that i dream, i don't sleep much no more

the songs fade with the highs, but the nights remain cool

and you feel like the world is a maze and a grave

and you scrape slowly away as the dayz builds a daze

such a rush to the head-- these electric neon shells

hey lets go for a stroll in the night--

dead last ones alive

sun rises slow on the edge of the fire

there's this town falling down with it's style and senseless class

we're the outcasts-- we're the problem and the pain

the problem is "them" and "us" are the same

but "they" feel like the world is a dish they can have

as they rise climbing knives placed in backs soon their own

its a rush to the head, they don't even know they're dead

you and i watch them fall, and we smile

dead last ones alive

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