A short description of Dead Air
Bitchcraft: This song is about the dangers of growing up on emo. Idolizing singers who write songs about crazy-and-unstable is extremely toxic, and doesn't fade quickly. Ew, she smells like brooklyn: This was the last song i wrote for the album. I was having a severe case of writer's block, when a girl I used to be involved with texted me asking me about allegations made involving myself and a supposed drug habit. Bad timing for her, perfect timing for me. Rope: I grew up in a very poor, small town in southern Massachusetts. All throughout school I was made fun of for being poor by lower middle class children who used me and my neighbors as a scapegoat to feel like they were a higher class. This is a song about how that can affect you when you're a young adult. Population Controls: This is a song sarcastically woven together from the view of the U.S. Government. I'm always amazed that this country can sustain itself on the dwindling natural resources we have left, so this is my personal disclaimer to calm the masses who worry about the future, and the rest of the world's stability. Dirty Habits: This is a song about a failed summer fling. I was seeing a girl, I was fully enamored with her, and she slowly started to lose interest in me the more she got to know about my drinking habits and recreational drug use. She was too good for me, anyway. No Dealers: This song was inspired by the "krocodil" epidemic in Russia and its affect on the Middle Eastern drug trade. War Widows: A musical metaphor for personal relationship self-sabotage, by wanting different things through mental weaponry production and protective transference. Something Secular: This song is about giving up on your ideals. Conformity seems like a death sentence in your youth due to arrogance, insecurity, confusion, and sometimes just a mis-guided development influenced by parents and peers. Sometimes your life can improve with a blissful ignorance to your surroundings. If You Hear Them Sing In A Hospital: As a small child, I watched my grandmother slowly die in a hospital. During her drug induced state of sedation, in her last night, she told my family she could hear the angels singing to her. She died that night. This is a personal reflection of what I think I may go through in that situation. Less People: An epilogue to all the bullshit, the lies, the corruption, and the disappointment life can bring. Faith will let us all down in the end, and we will still plead for answers to questions that cannot be answered before our lights go out. Believe in what you see, and enjoy what you have while you have it.