So we're gonna play a song from that one.
This is one of my personal favorites.
It's called Hope Leaves.
In the corner
Beside my window
Their hands are lonely photograph
There is no reason
I never noticed
A memory that could hold me back
There is a wound that's always bleeding
There is a road I'm always walking
And I know you'll never return to this place
Gone through days without talking
You risked the comfort in silence
So used to losing all ambition
Struggling to maintain what's left
There is a wound that's always bleeding
There is a road I'm always walking
And I know you'll never reach up to this place
Once I'm done,
there's only smoke
Burning in my eyes to climb
To cover up
what's really happened
Force the darkness out of me
There is a wound that's always bleeding
There is a road I'm always walking
And I know you'll never reach up to this place
Thank you.
Very nice.
I met Bruce Dickinson today.
I was, uh, I
kept my cool, actually.
Oh,
did he fly me in his plane?
Is that funny in England?
Because in Sweden,
not funny.
We're gonna move forward to the Ghost Revellers record.
Notice the change in tone when I introduced that record.
I said,
we're gonna move forward to the Ghost Revellers record.
And we sound to Roadrunner Records,
put this one out.
By this time, Paraviva had joined the band.
East Bromwick.
And we were, what's it called?
Five P's.