I'm starting a band and were going to probably be called Plunging Fire, Connexion, or Habit. We are going to be awesome because a friend of mine is going to lead with me, another friend is going to bass it for us, I'm looking for a drummer still, andthe basses sister can keyboard, so we'll probably be pretty good. WE're having a little trouble with writing our own lyrics to songs, but I think weve got a win with this song, called "Stopped Clocks" Here are the lyrics:

He'll rock the floor, he'll crack the wall
He'll play until he dies
All he's ever know's the the guitar
his fountain never dries.

But the fountain of his sanity
had dwindled to a trickle
Made a deal with Satan, he did,
and, hell, the deal was fickle.

He told him how he wanted to play
to cut through space and time
and Satan said with a weedy smile
"It wont cost you a dime."

"All you have to do," he said
"Is proclaim my great name,
and fortune, love, and life, I say,
for you shant be the same."

So the deal was struck, the contract signed
and the boy did play guitar
he remembered the name that gave him the power
and he praised it near and far

His soul turned dark, his intent unpure
people knew he'd lost his mind
But thatsonofabich could play those strings
Was a blur in all man kind

He stopped the clocks, he rocked the cocks
He never missed a beat
But an accident cut of his hands
he submitted, he did retreat

This is the story of one great man
devoted to rock and roll
but I tell you dear, sweet, friends of mine
It isn't worth your soul

Well nthats it, hope you liked it. No one going to read this, ever, but oh well.