I Saw An Inferno Once

At Home We Are Tourists, Settle

Vocals, Guitar, Synth: Dave Goletz
Drums: Willie Rose
Bass, Vocals: Chris Burcin
Guitar, Vocals, Synth: Nick Rose

Indecision, it’s all upstairs, in the hide-a-way, in the closet. It’s where you keep your clothes, where you hide your gun, you’ve got know bullets but pull the trigger for fun. You’re city’s sleeping, you’re city’s sleeping, underneath the blankets you’re still screaming. So keep it in, hold it tight. You should let go of all that you’ve been thinking. It’s time you realize or throw it all away. It’s all a charade it isn’t worth it anyway. So tell you’re friend you’ll see them soon, if you see what every one else see, whatever they say you are, that’s what you’ll be. Your mind is pacing, fists clenched, you’re tired fingers are searching, searching again. It makes sense, you’ve seen this before, in your room at night, behind a locked door. This is not the bitter end. This is not the bitter end. This tragic story’s final draft will not be handed in. So spin the record, one more time, and watch it go round and round again.

Artist Bio



Anyone who thinks that rock n' roll dreams still can't come true apparently hasn't heard Settle's story. Although the four-piece rock act technically formed back …

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