Capsized

This is my favorite song I have written so far... Not so much lyrically... but musically.

To check it out go to www.myspace.com/grantmwalker, you can also get a free download of it there.

Lyrics by Grant Walker/Scott Calpin, All Rights Reserved.

"Capsized"

On our road to hell

Oh what things did we say

Minds with good intentions

Paved our very way

On our road to hell

Oh what things did we see

With hurricanes around us

And our minds at sea

On our road to hell

Oh what things have I done

Used and abused you for the anger than begun

Six months from heaven when we started our path

When your back collapsed

(On our road to hell, it was worth it till, you gave away the life we made until, we cut ourselves loose, from the noose, and put it all on a shelf)

Oh what things have I done

Oh what things have I done

(What have I done, have I done anything to make it all undone)

Oh and who have I become

(Who have I? who have I? who have I? who have I?)

Oh who have I become

(Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell Me! Tell me!)

On my way to redemption I acended the ash

Like a bird of flame rising from a karma stained past

Snatching at the heels of the world

As my mind begins to twirl

(Like a bird rising from a karma stained past simulating everything I did, while sinking on this ship, thinking on myself, and never, ever, ever, ever doing shit!)

What things have I done?

(Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!)

What things have I done?

(Who have I? Who have I? Who have I? Who have I? Who have I?)

And who have I become

And what have I done

Oh look at at who I've become

And look at what I've done

Yeah look at who I've become

Alone With My Apologies

This is the last song I wrote right before my mentor in music, Nathan Davis. I eventually retooled the lyrics to be about him.

Lyrics by Grant Walker, All rights reserved.

"Along With My Apologies"

And on the streets

The pharmacists laugh

Their weight their dirt

Inside an hour glass

And now we drink

To the death of a man

A slave to the highway

Searching for his promised land

And what was your great idea

You trapped your life inside a wheel

And now no one's left, but me

Alone with my apologies

Alone with my apologies

And in the basement

The devil screams

Sometimes got me thinking

Hell aint as bad as it seems

And what was your great idea

You left me trapped behind the wheel

And now no one's left, but me

Alone with my apologies

Alone with my apologies

But I don't trust

What I've been told

And I'm thinking

About leaving

For good

Alone with my apologies

Alone with my apologies

Alone, Alone, Alone with my apologies

But I don't trust

What I've been told

And I'm thinking

About leaving

For good

Charted

So this song was inspired by what my band mate was calling this song when it was just an instrumental... Charted. It inspired a whole story of someone tracking down a girl that broke his heart and then finally killing her. At first it was to just be about someone tracking someone down and murdering them and then a name came to me Elenor (which a lot of people call this song), and that's when it became about a girl. Notice it is a-sexual until it gets to that name and then the second verse explains it.

Lyrics by Grant Walker, All Rights Reserved

"Charted"

I, I've charted my way

Redemption is only miles away

And I, I tracked you down

From eight cities into this town

And I know your here

And the knock at the door is the last sound

That you'll ever hear

The hour approaches

And my mind is perfectly clear

The hammer will cock

And your body will drop

To the floor

Eleanor

Eleanor

And you, you took what you could from me

With your, your fishnet stalkings at your knees

And I, I know your sins

And now it's time for this carnival to begin

And I know your here

And the knock at the door is the last sound

That you'll ever hear

The time has arrived and my conscience

Is perfectly clear

The hammer has cocked

And your body it dropped

To the floor

Eleanor

Eleanor

Eleanor

November

Lyrics by Grant Walker, all rights reserved.

"November"

Lying awake, was staring at the sun

Heard a bird start to sing

Like the shot of a gun

And I was just thinking about someone else

You were just thinking about someone else

Dying to take some artificial fun

This moment means nothing

We are both on the run

And you were just thinking about someone else

We were both thinking about someone else

And can you remember

How we came to be?

And in our November

I hardly recognize me

Lying awake was staring at the sun

Heard a bird start to sing out

Like the shot of a gun

And I was just thinking about you

I was just thinking about you

Somewhere back home the rain is falling hard

It makes me so alone just knowing where you are

Too much to take, we were on the run

Heard your memory sing out, like the shot of a gun

And I was just thinking about you

I was just thinking about you

And can you remember

Just how we used to be?

And in our November

I hardly recognize me

Lord I hardly recognize me

No, I hardly recognize me

Introduction

So this site is going to focus around music OBVIOUSLY... Mainly I will be posting lyrics, audio clips, pictures, and videos. However I will also be posting reviews and opinions on here as well... To read about my life, check out the Thoughtcrime blog... But for Music only, STAY TUNED!

Cheers!

-Grant Walker