{"id":1715,"date":"2010-02-20T21:00:35","date_gmt":"2010-02-21T04:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/?p=1715"},"modified":"2019-03-24T18:08:45","modified_gmt":"2019-03-25T01:08:45","slug":"the-road-to-no-end-live","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/2010\/02\/20\/the-road-to-no-end-live\/","title":{"rendered":"The Road To No End (Live)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Anyone who&#8217;s ever been in a band, knows someone who liked to party. And inevitably, the line between fun, and tragic got crossed. Actually&#8230;it&#8217;s not unique to bands. Everyone knows someone like this. The guys wrote this thing that was a little Metal Church\/Queensryche-like. It was kind of Prog. And it begged for something more than the silliness we were known for.\u00a0 Overall, we were from the Van Halen school. It was 1990. We were all between 19 &amp; 23. We just wanted to write great riffs, and fun songs. Little did we know how depressing music was about to get when Grunge happened. In any event, this song called for something a bit deeper.\u00a0 So, I thought about friends we lost to drugs, alcohol, and the ignorance of youth. And this was the result.<\/p>\n<p><em>The sun goes down..<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The nights are growing cold<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And there&#8217;s no one else around<\/em><br \/>\n<em> On the streets you call your home<\/em><br \/>\n<em> You&#8217;re alone<\/em><br \/>\n<em> There&#8217;s nowhere else to go<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Oh no<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It&#8217;s over now you know<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>You follow your chosen path<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The snow has made you blind<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And you&#8217;ve fallen through the cracks<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Feel you&#8217;ve lost your mind<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Your mind<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The past has been so unkind<\/em><br \/>\n<em> So unkind<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The future is yours to find<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Follow the signs&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Your face tells the tale, when the bottle&#8217;s your friend<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Destined to fail, on the road to no end<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It&#8217;s plain to see, it&#8217;s the message you send<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Nothin&#8217;s for free<\/em><br \/>\n<em> On the road to no end<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>(Solo)<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Your face tells the tale, when the bottle&#8217;s your friend<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Destined to fail, on the road to no end<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It&#8217;s plain to see, it&#8217;s the message you send<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Nothin&#8217;s for free<\/em><br \/>\n<em> On the road to no end<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>The road to no end<\/em><\/p>\n<!--[if lt IE 9]><script>document.createElement('audio');<\/script><![endif]-->\n<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-1715-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/paulmuf\/MUSIC\/TheRoadToNoEnd.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/paulmuf\/MUSIC\/TheRoadToNoEnd.mp3\">http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/paulmuf\/MUSIC\/TheRoadToNoEnd.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Anyone who&#8217;s ever been in a band, knows someone who liked to party. And inevitably, the line between fun, and tragic got crossed. Actually&#8230;it&#8217;s not unique to bands. Everyone knows someone like this. The guys wrote this thing that was a little Metal Church\/Queensryche-like. It was kind of Prog. And it begged for something more [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[26],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1715"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1715"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1715\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3756,"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1715\/revisions\/3756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1715"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1715"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/neanderpaul.com\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}