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Wasted is the final song to make it onto our first album. A combination of Jack the Ripper, Apple, and Waste, the final composition is a great example of what we call “the basket weave”: It has that tight interplay of guitars and key patterns, where if one element is a bit off, the song unravels and doesn’t work... but when it’s on, the guitars and keys take turns popping up in the mix and carrying the listener’s attention.

Stats:
Song name: Wasted
Written by: Barry Craig, 2011
Performances on this recording: Barry, Josh & Joey
Last updated: Added Josh's drums August 2012. New lyrics and mix on January 2012.
 
Lyrics:
Yeah, leave the body alone. That's highly unoriginal. Once, she was fine on her own. Not bleeding on my kitchen floor. So now it's time to jump start the fun. You love me when I'm cynical. GREEN LIGHTS IN YOUR HEAD SAY GO. JUST GO. Light this fuse and step right up for the sign. THE JET PACK ON YOUR BACK SAYS GO. JUST GO. Seemed like such a good idea at the time. She's just not right for you. It's a one-stop rationale and it pulls you down for a reason. She's just not right for you. What now? Expectations abound. A set of possibilities. Hell, yeah! No more turning around and wasted opportunities. GREEN LIGHTS IN YOUR HEAD SAY GO. JUST GO. Light this fuse and step right up for the sign. THE JET PACK ON MY BACK SAYS GO. JUST GO. Seemed like such a good idea at the time. Take these plans and shit all over. Make it so that you never see. Fuck your friends and isolate them. Seemed like such a good idea at the time. She's just not right for you. It's a one-stop rationale and it pulls you down for a reason. She's just not right for you.
 
Insights and Interpretations:
From Barry, 2011: The lyrics are based on a conversation my brother had with his friend Steve when he was experiencing some relationship problems many years ago. Steve (not his real name) is a very funny and clever guy—by all rights someone I would listen to or even look up to. Yet he was completely dismissive about my brother's multi-year relationship, hedging emphasis instead on biological and hormonal instincts: "You come equipped with a jet pack. Just light the fuse and go, baby." This struck me as unusually simplistic advice, and bordered on psychotic due to its lack of empathy. The details of their conversation stuck with me for years, and I think of that phrase every time I'm having a big fight in my own relationships. It can be very tempting to feel alone when things are going poorly, and often your instincts tell you the absolute worst things—the most destructive things—to do.
 
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