Soot and Stars
I AM SOOT!
Blue October

is a band that maybe I shouldn't be representing because I only got into them through their last two releases but they need to be represented period and I'm willing to make that stand for them. One thing that really is a strong point for this group is their writing. In fact, when asked about my top five lyricist, Justin Furstenfeld, makes it onto the list easily. Not only am I in awe of his confessional writing and the imagery it creates in my head but I'm also in awe of how he climbs inside every song he sings. The writing is so personal that Justin becomes someone who's acting out his own story. One aspect that contributes to this writing process I believe is his bi-polar disorder which also describes the mix in Blue Octobers music. They tend to put the most dour and sinister imagery and create a song that actually uplifts the listener when they here it! Without further ado here's the music of Blue October!
Here are some songs that represent the material put out before I was first exposed to them!
The Answers

The Answers
If I can't crawl inside of you,
I'm laughing with a broken face
I stumble across my self esteem.
But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space.
Understand...
that God wrapped you like a bow.
But in my head...
There's some shelves that need cleaning,
from basement to ceiling, control.
If what you're seeing is an open book,
thats great 'cause I'm an open book.
But I'm real shy.
There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing
to open up.
That's strange 'cause I'm an open book,
a confused boy.
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
My heart while in its cage, is used to give and not
receive a thing,
But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice.
I've got this post dramatic thing
I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
around my wedding finger and that's where I want to state this claim.
That I've got to learn to live and dream
before I go and get myself in love.
In love.
There's Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven,
no side effects.
But the rest left unnamed 'cause they worked like a charm on me.
But when your savings is drying,
you can't stop from crying
you've got to suck it up.
You're not her buttercup,
you're not her favorite book.
Black Orchid
Have you ever been so lonely,
No one there to hold?
Pull me in or disown me,
And then climb inside.
My arms are open wide.
Have a look inside.
It is not that I am scared to learn,
Why I'm empty inside.
hold my hand or show some concern,
If I live or die.
My eyes are open wide.
Help me look inside.
I hear the water drip from the faucet.
It's sweetly falling in tune.
I'm gently closing the closet.
I fall to the floor,
and crawl to my room.
The thought of ending it soon...
Just let me sleep in my room.
Hear me cry! cry! cry!
I hear a knock at the front door.
Don't come in!
I try to look at you
But I can't stop shaking.
Leave me alone. Just go away.
Mother I'm so scared.
Empty bed and all of the sheets are gone,
They're wrapped around me and you.
All is quiet but the drop of a gun.
I want to belong...to someone...
But maybe life's not for everyone.
The 21st
The 21st. comes so soon every month
An anniversary of not being strong enough
You're much too co-dependent
A shrink is recommended
Your father tells you to try to be responsible
Your mother loves you, but not the way she did before
Your brother's torn to pieces
But no one knows the reasons
He loves the winter, but it smells too much like memories
The ornament she gave him still hangs from his Christmas tree
A jingle bell will glisten
That's when she loved to kiss him
So say farewell to all the little things she would say and do
The morning, sleepy eyed girl waves goodbye to you
You're much to co-dependent
A shrink is recommended
Yeah...
But yeah, who are the people you hang around with?
Who are the ones you're gonna call?
When you feel like ending it all?
But yeah, who are the people you hang around with?
Who are the ones you're gonna call?
When you feel like ending it all?
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
Consent To Treatment
Independently Happy with Spoken Word Intro
I feel that it's hard enough to say good-bye.
I feel there's the water. Should I sink or dive?
An empty plate, fill up my sentimental morning star.
I steal the art of putting truth in a lie.
I still want the girl that really caught my eye.
But, she lives in Oklahoma City, far away from me.
An empty hope chest.
Quit the dope quest,
And remain independently happy
I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
I deal with the fact that I've forgotten the worst.
I feel that my social behavior may seem somewhat unrehearsed.
Another page,
A sullen rage,
And I'll be back to my normal self.
And I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
I drive to the edge of my considerate plain.
I apologize to the people I hurt on the way.
I wipe the slate clean
I kick the daydream,
And remain independently happy.
I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
Schizophrenia
A silver plated numbing gum
And Jesus resting on my thumb, ha
A hard to reach malaria
I've got the mood that seems to scare ya
Yeah I'm paranoid, self destroyed
And believe me Lord I'm sorry
I've got the mood that seems to bury ya
I've got the nightmare called
Schizophrenia
[Chorus]
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
Becomes my home
It becomes my home
And I love it when you're holding me
You have a gentle way of calming
You know, I haven't felt that way since, since 1993,
When my mother held me
I bet you're waiting for the long sob story
Of how I was mistreated again
No, 'cause now I wasn't built that way
I was strong and f***in' desperately brave,
And I didn't mean to scare ya
Schizophrenia
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
It becomes my home
It becomes my home
It becomes my home
Cry, cry, don't know why
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
History For Sale
(This is the album where they really started to gather steam)

Razorblade
(This song rocks hard)
In the day by day collision
Called the art of growing up
There's an innocence we look for in the stars
To be taken back to younger days
When there was no giving up
On the people we held closest to our hearts
Yeah it is you that I remember in that glowing
It is you that took my first away from me
It is you I set my standards to... to every walk of life
I haven't met another you since you were with me.
[Chorus]
A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
In a way, I failed religion
I spit the wine from mouth to cup
And I reached for something more than just your God
Uncle, you spared not your children
And while your praying hands are up
There's no forgiveness for you! You sick f***!
It is you that I remember in their bedroom
It is you that took their first away from them
It is you they set their standards to
You wounded them for life
You were a preacher and suppose to be above men
Sing with me
[Chorus]
A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
Come In Closer
The first born, my heart will call Truly
A God-like boy of the sky
The fog hissed away like a movie
And serpents go home for the night
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
The clowns put on makeup for show
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening
And how the wind she blows
How the wind she blows
(Chorus) I want you to come closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer, in closer
Come dancing with devils
Need not to know their names
We'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
Our souls become useless
As the day they were born
In a rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
But still, the truth remains lethal
A lie made by man
Where my shoes become hammers
And my words become sand
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
(Chorus)
I really do

is a band that maybe I shouldn't be representing because I only got into them through their last two releases but they need to be represented period and I'm willing to make that stand for them. One thing that really is a strong point for this group is their writing. In fact, when asked about my top five lyricist, Justin Furstenfeld, makes it onto the list easily. Not only am I in awe of his confessional writing and the imagery it creates in my head but I'm also in awe of how he climbs inside every song he sings. The writing is so personal that Justin becomes someone who's acting out his own story. One aspect that contributes to this writing process I believe is his bi-polar disorder which also describes the mix in Blue Octobers music. They tend to put the most dour and sinister imagery and create a song that actually uplifts the listener when they here it! Without further ado here's the music of Blue October!
Here are some songs that represent the material put out before I was first exposed to them!
The Answers

The Answers
If I can't crawl inside of you,
I'm laughing with a broken face
I stumble across my self esteem.
But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space.
Understand...
that God wrapped you like a bow.
But in my head...
There's some shelves that need cleaning,
from basement to ceiling, control.
If what you're seeing is an open book,
thats great 'cause I'm an open book.
But I'm real shy.
There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing
to open up.
That's strange 'cause I'm an open book,
a confused boy.
I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
My heart while in its cage, is used to give and not
receive a thing,
But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice.
I've got this post dramatic thing
I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
around my wedding finger and that's where I want to state this claim.
That I've got to learn to live and dream
before I go and get myself in love.
In love.
There's Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven,
no side effects.
But the rest left unnamed 'cause they worked like a charm on me.
But when your savings is drying,
you can't stop from crying
you've got to suck it up.
You're not her buttercup,
you're not her favorite book.
Black Orchid
Have you ever been so lonely,
No one there to hold?
Pull me in or disown me,
And then climb inside.
My arms are open wide.
Have a look inside.
It is not that I am scared to learn,
Why I'm empty inside.
hold my hand or show some concern,
If I live or die.
My eyes are open wide.
Help me look inside.
I hear the water drip from the faucet.
It's sweetly falling in tune.
I'm gently closing the closet.
I fall to the floor,
and crawl to my room.
The thought of ending it soon...
Just let me sleep in my room.
Hear me cry! cry! cry!
I hear a knock at the front door.
Don't come in!
I try to look at you
But I can't stop shaking.
Leave me alone. Just go away.
Mother I'm so scared.
Empty bed and all of the sheets are gone,
They're wrapped around me and you.
All is quiet but the drop of a gun.
I want to belong...to someone...
But maybe life's not for everyone.
The 21st
The 21st. comes so soon every month
An anniversary of not being strong enough
You're much too co-dependent
A shrink is recommended
Your father tells you to try to be responsible
Your mother loves you, but not the way she did before
Your brother's torn to pieces
But no one knows the reasons
He loves the winter, but it smells too much like memories
The ornament she gave him still hangs from his Christmas tree
A jingle bell will glisten
That's when she loved to kiss him
So say farewell to all the little things she would say and do
The morning, sleepy eyed girl waves goodbye to you
You're much to co-dependent
A shrink is recommended
Yeah...
But yeah, who are the people you hang around with?
Who are the ones you're gonna call?
When you feel like ending it all?
But yeah, who are the people you hang around with?
Who are the ones you're gonna call?
When you feel like ending it all?
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
But I can't bring you down
Consent To Treatment

Independently Happy with Spoken Word Intro
I feel that it's hard enough to say good-bye.
I feel there's the water. Should I sink or dive?
An empty plate, fill up my sentimental morning star.
I steal the art of putting truth in a lie.
I still want the girl that really caught my eye.
But, she lives in Oklahoma City, far away from me.
An empty hope chest.
Quit the dope quest,
And remain independently happy
I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
I deal with the fact that I've forgotten the worst.
I feel that my social behavior may seem somewhat unrehearsed.
Another page,
A sullen rage,
And I'll be back to my normal self.
And I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
I drive to the edge of my considerate plain.
I apologize to the people I hurt on the way.
I wipe the slate clean
I kick the daydream,
And remain independently happy.
I'm finally happy...happy... independently happy...
Schizophrenia
A silver plated numbing gum
And Jesus resting on my thumb, ha
A hard to reach malaria
I've got the mood that seems to scare ya
Yeah I'm paranoid, self destroyed
And believe me Lord I'm sorry
I've got the mood that seems to bury ya
I've got the nightmare called
Schizophrenia
[Chorus]
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
Becomes my home
It becomes my home
And I love it when you're holding me
You have a gentle way of calming
You know, I haven't felt that way since, since 1993,
When my mother held me
I bet you're waiting for the long sob story
Of how I was mistreated again
No, 'cause now I wasn't built that way
I was strong and f***in' desperately brave,
And I didn't mean to scare ya
Schizophrenia
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
The fever becomes my home
It becomes my home
It becomes my home
It becomes my home
Cry, cry, don't know why
I cry, I cry, and I don't know why
History For Sale
(This is the album where they really started to gather steam)

Razorblade
(This song rocks hard)
In the day by day collision
Called the art of growing up
There's an innocence we look for in the stars
To be taken back to younger days
When there was no giving up
On the people we held closest to our hearts
Yeah it is you that I remember in that glowing
It is you that took my first away from me
It is you I set my standards to... to every walk of life
I haven't met another you since you were with me.
[Chorus]
A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
In a way, I failed religion
I spit the wine from mouth to cup
And I reached for something more than just your God
Uncle, you spared not your children
And while your praying hands are up
There's no forgiveness for you! You sick f***!
It is you that I remember in their bedroom
It is you that took their first away from them
It is you they set their standards to
You wounded them for life
You were a preacher and suppose to be above men
Sing with me
[Chorus]
A brief bout with a razorblade cut me
I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me
I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me
In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done
Come In Closer
The first born, my heart will call Truly
A God-like boy of the sky
The fog hissed away like a movie
And serpents go home for the night
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
The clowns put on makeup for show
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening
And how the wind she blows
How the wind she blows
(Chorus) I want you to come closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer
Come in closer. Come in closer.
I want you to come in closer, in closer
Come dancing with devils
Need not to know their names
We'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
Our souls become useless
As the day they were born
In a rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
But still, the truth remains lethal
A lie made by man
Where my shoes become hammers
And my words become sand
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
(Chorus)
I really do
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