"When dancing in the rain means dying in the dust
I’ll raise my glass to growing old,
But not old enough:
Here’s to growing old,
And here’s to dying slow
While this city rusts."
-High Horse, Iron Horse…No Love Lost…2010
Yaknow…for as embarrassing as most of No Love Lost’s material is in retrospect, I feel like I had a small handful of lyrical gems sprinkled in there.
When I wasn’t blathering about stupid girls now long-forgotten, I said some things that just wouldn’t fit into Better Times songs.
Regardless of how corny poetic/introspective lyrics can be in contemporary hardcore, I feel like I was able to take a certain level of creative license with No Love Lost. Listening to those old songs, and reading through those old lyrics makes me miss the days when I was able to write that kind of stuff. I feel that, at times, I really had a knack for it. The quote above is probably one of the more favorite things I wrote for that band.
