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Uvula has been the band’s standard-bearer ever since Derek and I first sat down to play it together in 2006. Most everyone that hears the song comments on its oddness... how it goes from power punk to Mexi-pop in a blink. Some songs evolve away from me; I am proud that so many of the strange elements from the earliest versions of Uvula remain intact, when I first combined Dust and Agnostic together.

Stats:
Song name: Uvula
Written by: Barry Craig, 2005
Performances on this recording: Barry, Jeremy, Joey & Ryan
Last updated: Mixed in Jeremy's drums and some edits September 2014. Recorded some new guitars with Joey in November, 2010.
 
Lyrics:
Breathe it in; Nightmares that I've waited for hold me like a cardigan. Step inside, unknown God. Let's pray some more. Taking part is everything. Sacrifice. Kill me or just set me free. Son becomes a part of me. No? Boy, daddy left alone. Mama lost a friend. Whatever gets you off, whatever gets you in. Your masochistic in. You're at a loss again. The letter of the law is sweeter than the sin. You haven't slept at all. You're wide awake again. Sleep will come. Honor bound to feel. Slinky boy, as I try to scream. The walls are solid fire. All the fire in me. I try to cope. You know? I'm sick of it all, love. You know, I'm sick of it all! I toss and turn, as I try to scream. Uvula! Choking back the fallacy, coughing up and haunting me. See me there, licking up your serving plate, vomitting your gracious thoughts, looking back and see nothing. Idiot, faking faith. A syndicate. Alles seeing, alles saved. No? Boy, Daddy left alone. Things take time to die. Whatever gets you off, whatever gets you high. Your masochistic in. You're at a loss again. The letter of the law is sweeter than the sin. You haven't slept at all. You're wide awake again. Sleep will come. Honor bound to see. Slinky boy, as I try to scream. The walls are solid fire. All the fire in me. I try to cope. You know? I'm sick of it all, love. You know, I'm sick of it all! I toss and turn, as I try to scream.
 
Insights and Interpretations:
From Barry, 2010: Deals with doubt associated with being agnostic. Since you don't know which God or denomination or belief is "the one", how do you know if you're going to hell or not? You don't, of course. And you try to walk a diplomatic or intellectual path. But when you're "bleeding, left alone," and stressed about life, what truly comforts you? How do you sleep?
 
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