Empty Vessel (feat. Evesdroppers) Thoughts, Prayers - 2016
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A sudden rush of sound and we straight into this. Empty vessel, under the sun, wipe the dust from my face, another morning black Sunday and I’m coming down again. That battle against addiction that never quite ends. The point where the comedowns are outweighing the good times but the party can’t end. This is the place where a lot of us go ok. The party is over man. Pack it in. We don’t need all the chemicals. Empty bottle, wish for rain, no pain again, and I feel like playing again comes screaming out as the noise finally transitions into guitars, rhythm and melody. Not racing to get anywhere but soaked in a pain that can only come from a guitar begging its owner to just slow down. Stop. It can’t keep going on.
I’m looking over my shoulder, cause millions will whisper, I’m killing myself again. The fame of being the fuck up from the group who didn’t know the party was over. Who kept on drinking and snorting his way across the country. Moving from one town to the next to keep the party going cause if you ever stand still long enough, people realise this ain’t a party. This is a bullet train of decadence heading towards a cliff. Faster and faster. The guitars still begging and the drums adding tension. Louder and louder. More, bigger. And a complete breakdown. Where a piano just replaces the guitars. To beg one more time. Please. Please just stop this ride.
And a spiteful shout answers in turn, this pathetic opposition, is the cause of my condition. I’ll be coming round for air. Well there’s resolution for this soft situation, nothing left. And all instruments stop to just leave feedback hanging in the air. Silence from the drums. And a last desperate cry from the singer as the party fades to silence. But to kill myself again. Empty Vessel means a lot to the writer. It’s a soul bearing recognition of the road he is on and where he is headed. And the only solution he sees is to keep on going. Despite knowing maybe I’m dying fast but nothing ever lasts.














