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An unashamedly honest reflection on the intersecting lines between nostalgia and regret, and the overpowering emotional spectrum that both can bring, Counterfeit Guitars serves as both a rumination on growing up and the ideal introductory rite to Catholic Guilt's unique brand of honest music.
lyrics
Driving by your house
I’m overwhelmed by nostalgia,
As I pull out of the street,
I remember how you lost her
and how in your downstairs bedroom,
we wrote our revolution,
armed with counterfeit guitars and disputable amounts of talent.
Our ideals were all borrowed, we just didn’t know it yet,
So perhaps for once they were authentic.
Cruising through the backstreets,
I pass by that old school yard,
Where we both grew into ourselves and realized
That ‘that life’ wasn’t for the likes of us (following, blindly following)
The hardest part is I can’t just call you up,
and reminisce, because I fucked up,
And my ego was too big to admit it
And I know it’s no excuse,
But I was young and I was frightened,
I had seen the road down which you were headed
and I couldn’t face it again
Tell me can you feel it? The aching in your bones?
The one that reverberates and lodges in your skull?
The near constant headache, that intensifies
each time you think about all the good undone
because we couldn’t nurse our pride?
The hardest part is I can’t just call you up,
and reminisce, because I fucked up,
And my ego was too big to admit it
And I know it’s no excuse,
But I was young and I was frightened,
I had seen the road down which you were headed
and I couldn’t face it again
credits
from
Hymnbook Volume 1,
released April 6, 2018
Brenton Harris - Vocals
Bryce Novotny - Guitars/Vocals
Dan Maio - Drums/Percussion
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Ash Daws and Evan Lee at The Loud Noise Estate.
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