Life Is Meant For Living

This song is a bit of a risk for me in all honesty. It's experimental in every sense of the word and that thing that scares me the most about it is how it didn't seem to come from me - no personal experience and a metaphor that even I don't understand. I mean, punk rock's not dead, so I think in this sense it's got a very wide net of explanation for different people in different situations, one of which may be a bad relationship, and the chorus telling you "Listen, who the hell cares? It's over, you're alive, and there's so much more to live for, so get out and do it."

In that way it could possibly be the most positive song I've ever written, even with the slow tempo and sad tone of the verses and this really punk rock/modern rock chorus and bridge. It's different, it changes, it's experimental. Big ups to the movie "Across the Universe", as well as Jack's Mannequin, The Beatles, The Academy Is... and most 21st century modern rock.

(Otherwise known as A Watershed Is More Than Just A New Name For Tears)

Somewhere I heard in a song,
That everything's a piece of everyone.
The piano on my porch was rusted,
On the night punk rock was hung.
The clubs were closed,
The lights were low.
Ghosts wandered the halls.

Punk rock's dead,
But we're alive,
And I think we should
Pour a drink for this town
And go out with a fight,
So tell your mothers, your brothers and sisters:
Live on,
Live on.

Somewhere I heard in a song,
That the innocent die young.
And I had just met you,
On the night punk rock was hung.
The Summer glistened,
The Autumn glowed.
Winter wasn't in sight at all.

Punk rock's dead,
But we're alive,
And I think we should
Pour a drink for this town
And go out with a fight,
So tell your mothers, your brothers and sisters:
Live on,
Live on.

Somewhere I heard in a song,
Somewhere a war was won,
There was love across the universe
On the night punk rock was hung,
And we weren't sure
Where we'd been before.
But it's over now, we've arrived.

Punk rock's dead,
But we're alive,
And I think we should
Pour a drink for this town
And go out with a fight,
So tell your mothers, your brothers and sisters:
Live on,
Live on.

Live, live on and fight,
Just because something's wrong
Doesn't mean something's not right.
Live on, find forgiveness
In the smallest of worlds,
The smallest of places
And I, I believe
Everything's a part of you,
And everything's a part of me,
Right here and right now.

Punk rock's dead,
But we're alive,
And I think we should
Pour a drink for this town
And go out with a fight,
So tell your mothers, your brothers and sisters:
Live on,
Live on.

Come on, come round,
Swoop in and drop out,
Live on, live on.