Wasted....

Why isn't either of my emails working for me? Hotmail is causing me trouble, and Gmail won't let me compose. I'm very frustrated, and pretty close to screaming. The whole "not enough team" situation is getting me down, and my email to rally the troops isn't getting to Greg. Unless time stops for the app deadline, I'm not sure if it's worth trying to send it out again tomorrow morning.

Anyway, on to better news....

As I had expected, the new Cartel album is absolutely incredible! I introduced Jodi Bob to them recently, and she said she likes their sound. I mentioned the song "Wasted" to be one of my favorites (there's also a remix that Wyclef Jean produced), and Bob ended up saying she loved it. I can't say specifically what I like about it, but just the sound (the drumline is amazing), lyrics, and Will Pugh's voice (apart from the sound of the song as a whole) come together perfectly. With that, here's the lyrics (I italicized parts that I felt kind of fit my own thoughts at times), and feel free to check out the entire album on their purevolume page.

It's 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night
His breath gets short, and his chest gets tight

But he's 16, and he's driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would've died that night

But he's 32 and invincible
The cancer he had, it was visceral
He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole life
Sick in the morning, and he died in the night

We're all so
We're on the run
We're all
We're all
We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're wasted
We're all wasted

7 years old, got his bat in his hand
He's looking for his father, and he doesn't understand
'Cause dad's too busy, got some deals on the way
His son sits alone as the children play

And he's 18, he couldn't wait to move out
His parents wonder what all the rush is about
The never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs
Wonders why he doesn't call and why he doesn't care

But he's 32 and invincible
With everything he is based on principle
He never had a truly happy moment in his life
He didn't want the kids, and he didn't want his wife

We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're all wasted
We're all wasted

23 now, got his life in his hands
He's looking all around, and he doesn't understand
'Cause life's too busy, things get in the way
We all feel alone every single day

And at 18 I couldn't wait to move out
It's been 5 years, and now I'm starting to doubt
Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
Looking off to someplace that isn't there

When I'm 32, will I be miserable
With everything around based on principle
Will I have a clue, wouldn't it be nice
To never be alone in this wasted life

We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're wasted
We're all wasted
We're all wasted
We're all wasted