Lyrics to Mood Ring

Here's the lyrics to Mood Ring

Mood Ring

If I was funny

If you were charming

If we lacked nothing but youth and beauty

We're still frail and fleeting

As morning dew

We fell so hard, so don't blame me

I'm just trying to change the color of your mood ring

The summer of 67'

A smokey drag, a voice from heaven

Made me think, that you and me

be alright

Now you protest

my snoring habit

And you swear that the day we got cable was one of your happiest

When your mother calls

You lie and say your just fine

The father, Son, and Holy folks,

The Beatles took their message to their graves

Suburbia takes, Suburbia kills, its name be praised

And I feel so stuck here

When you said that

You'd sold your records

I knew now for sure we had nothing to keep us together

I sat alone

On the basement steps

and cried

With the windows down

And the radio on

The Oldies station's cranking out a stagnant song

The wind keeps rushing through the darkness

as I go numb.

The wind keeps rushing through the blackness

as I go numb.

We fell so hard, so don't blame me

I'm just trying to change the color of your mood ring

Lyrics to We Are Astro-Nots

Several people have wanted the lyrics to the two new tracks on our latest CD- here they are:

We Are Astro-nots

We are the Astro-nots

High up in the sky

Look at our spaceship

Look how high it flies

We know we may crash and die

But that's all right

We are the Astro-nots

Oh look and see

We can fly higher

Than a man on a trapeze

Watch us fall to the earth with the stars

Oh Astro-nots

We've come so far

FIRE!

I would pay to see someone actually do this.

The Edge and Beyond

I don't think I could ever have a house by the ocean. I'd spend the rest of my life staring out to sea.

Something about the sea makes me restless. It makes me yearn for something I can't express. I just feel a longing to be swallowed up by it. The immensity of it impossible. It takes up too much space. My brain computes, overloads, and I am reduced to sitting for hours, straining to find the edge of its dark endlessness.

Perhaps the reason I write music is because I can't find a way to express what I feel here, and until I do I'm going to keep trying. I feel like a child throwing stones into the water, hoping to fill up the ocean. Like a foolish child, I'm going to continue.

Darth Vader's Shrine

An ancient shrine to Darth Vader from the 1600's. They weren't kidding when they say a long time ago . . .

Acoustic CD

We're so incredibly pumped about this new CD! Here's some fun tid-bits about some of the songs on the album:

• More Than a Little Scared was written about a really bad date Eric went on, as part of a drama exercise for a play.

• Wig Wam Hotel was written after seeing a documentary about the Wig Wam Motel in Holbrook, AZ.

• Worlds All Your Own is about a real coffeehouse in downtown St. Charles, and an experience Eric had with a few random patrons.

• Jane Fights Back is about a brilliant piano student of Eric's that struggled with severe paranoid schizophrenia.

• The new song Mood Ring was inspired by a really cheesy rap song, heard while randomly tuning through the radio stations on a roadtrip.

• We Are Astro-Nots is the only song Watching Judas has ever written together as a band. Christian is the author of the lyrics, which he came up with in less than 3 minutes.

Please support the band, and buy a copy today at our online merch store.

Interview with Edward Cullen

Warning: if you're an Edward Cullen fan, this will fictional interview will probably offend you.

Eric: Can I get you something to drink before we get started?

Edward: Non-fat organic blood of a pig.

Eric: Do you think that being a vampire has affected your relationships?

Edward: Undoubtedly. But when you're incredibly hot and over-paid . . . (nudge, nudge) Eh? Eh?

Eric: (Adjusts in chair to out of reach of Edward) I see. So what do you have to do for fun?

Edward: Sparkle. And look cool on my motorcycles.

Eric: Any advice to aspiring vampires?

Edward: Sparkle.

Eric: Who would you call your closest friends?

Edward: Me.

Eric: How do you fix your hair if you can't see yourself in a mirror?

Edward: I . . . we . . . hmmm.

Eric: Before we go, could you smile so we can see those pointy teeth of yours?

Edward: Can't. My contract says it.