Strange Trax

I have now finished the next track for Strange Trax.
The next song is again about the world we live. The way it is developing, and the way the governments are destroying it. The quest for Strange Trax, for me, is to at least try and voice what I feel. Songs can have so many different meaning, as long as our music means something to you, and you hear and feel the lyrics, then we are winning.
Again, this blog is used for the musicians involved with Strange Trax, and a way for them to communicate throughout the progression of the song. If you feel you want to comment, please do this on the profile page, or wait until the track is finished
Off we go....

Imagine this, you put on a blind fold, and feel your way into the studio, in there you can hear only sounds and instruments. You can feel no emotions; you can only hear the tracks played back to you through headphones, from fellow band members. Now begin to build a song, this should give you some idea of what its like to create a song with StrangeTrax. One thing we have found building the new song, is that it would be extremely difficult to survive solely on the web, no emotions, no body language and no expressions to gauge your efforts. The frustrations can be felt through the blog titled "Our next creation" but after a long bumpy road we have reached a new episode in the life of Strange Trax... The song itself is our representation of forgotten people living in our society, the people that governments choose to ignore. The lost souls of the world we see, and wonder why they have become so alone… I have included the lyrics to the song here, to help people understand this new song, and what it truly means...
To all of the Fuzz members who enjoy our music..... ANOTHER LOST SOUL

I knew a man,
He was a walking,
To the end of the world.
Had no shoes,
He had nothing
Just two bright eyes like pearls.
In a way,
He had everything,
Locked away in his mind.
Money,
And women,
An all the checks he could sign.

And the streets,
They are a cryin,
Listen to the tambourines.
Of the people,
Who are a hiding,
From the govemental machines.
And the sidewalk,
It is a weepin,
Hear the tears fall.
From the people,
Who are a sleepin,
Behind their broken walls.

An as I walk,
Through my lifetime,
Leaning my farthers talk.
And I'm watchin,
Always waiting,
Ready to catch my fall.
Listenin,
Always whistlin,
To the sound of my silent walk.
Running,
And hiding,
From all the memories I've bought.

Through my eyes
I see the hurting,
I've been without shoes before.
With know one,
To do the caring,
Only the local drug store.
And if the world,
Has stopped looking,
How will it spin around.
All,
of the lost souls,
will float away and drown.

So how do we do it? If you have taken a read through “Across the Ponds” you will have some idea. If not, follow this blog as it grows into our next track. This is where band members will log their progress, and keep in tune. Fans can watch and follow the whole creation progress....
(Please band member’s comments here only; there will be plenty of room at the end if you want to add your own thoughts)