Someone, Somewhere was the first time I've ever summoned the courage to truly open up in a song. However honest my music has always been, it's never shown complete, uncensored emotion until now. I was always very self-conscious when it came to talking about my feelings and opening up. It's really I guess the quintessence to all my defects as a person.
Someone, Somewhere was the first time I've ever summoned the courage to truly open up in a song. However honest my music has always been, it's never shown complete, uncensored emotion until now. I was always very self-conscious when it came to talking about my feelings and opening up. It's really I guess the quintessence to all my defects as a person.
This song was split into four sections; the first verse being for my granddad who passed away just before I moved out to the states to make Asking Alexandria what it is...
This song was split into four sections; the first verse being for my granddad who passed away just before I moved out to the states to make Asking Alexandria what it is today, he was a great man and I've never really talked about it.
The second verse is to my parents and family, with which contact is scarse at best! I am not, never have been, and probably never will be, any kind of close with them. There's no real feeling or connection, but I gave them fucking hell for the 16/17 years I lived with them.
The third verse is to Ben, my guitarist and best friend. He saved me from the hell I was in and threw me into the hell I'm in now. Not much of a change, except now I'm overpaid and famous (woop!). It's he that is the reason I get to do what I do, so a bit of an arsehole I guess. He's my partner in crime and will be till I'm fucking dead!
The last, is the chorus. A positive, yet painfully depressing reflection of my reality. Even when I'm at the bottom of the barrel, passed out with a bottle in my hand, a bill in my nose and a needle in my arm, that someone, somewhere, there's someone supporting me and loving me.
I was also high on oxy when I wrote/recorded this and was pleasantly surprised with my vocal competence, considering I could barely stand up.
does the lyrixs refer to his mother or girlfriend?
Actually his grandfather, parents, and ben.
Actually his grandfather, parents, and ben.
Someone, Somewhere was the first time I've ever summoned the courage to truly open up in a song. However honest my music has always been, it's never shown complete, uncensored emotion until now. I was always very self-conscious when it came to talking about my feelings and opening up. It's really I guess the quintessence to all my defects as a person.
Someone, Somewhere was the first time I've ever summoned the courage to truly open up in a song. However honest my music has always been, it's never shown complete, uncensored emotion until now. I was always very self-conscious when it came to talking about my feelings and opening up. It's really I guess the quintessence to all my defects as a person.
This song was split into four sections; the first verse being for my granddad who passed away just before I moved out to the states to make Asking Alexandria what it is...
This song was split into four sections; the first verse being for my granddad who passed away just before I moved out to the states to make Asking Alexandria what it is today, he was a great man and I've never really talked about it.
The second verse is to my parents and family, with which contact is scarse at best! I am not, never have been, and probably never will be, any kind of close with them. There's no real feeling or connection, but I gave them fucking hell for the 16/17 years I lived with them.
The third verse is to Ben, my guitarist and best friend. He saved me from the hell I was in and threw me into the hell I'm in now. Not much of a change, except now I'm overpaid and famous (woop!). It's he that is the reason I get to do what I do, so a bit of an arsehole I guess. He's my partner in crime and will be till I'm fucking dead!
The last, is the chorus. A positive, yet painfully depressing reflection of my reality. Even when I'm at the bottom of the barrel, passed out with a bottle in my hand, a bill in my nose and a needle in my arm, that someone, somewhere, there's someone supporting me and loving me.
I was also high on oxy when I wrote/recorded this and was pleasantly surprised with my vocal competence, considering I could barely stand up.
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