WHAT'S UP COLDSTAGE? SEEING COLD THIS SATURDAY AT THE WHISKEY, IT'S GONNA ROCK! ANYWAY, YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO HAVE THE WASTED YEARS ALBUM VERSION AND PIANO MIX WOULD YOU?
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Thanks for being there, Cold! Your enduring times, from my perspective, has always what it's been about for you guys.
It's the definition of Cold to me! A group devoted to express life's trials in the form of musical romance... so that it may, one song and person at a time, lift someone to better place... even for a single moment!
You all rock, and thank you so much for the years of sharing! Can't wait to hear the new album (not matter how long the reunion).
-Tom (Fayetteville, NC)
Please allow me to share "The Poem of Self" and why you've been so important... to all of us!
I’m trying to self-destruct. I’m trying to love myself.
A relentless pull toward the life-after collides so heavily into the days just before my unwavering vowel, to fate, that I shall not die –not so easily! Here, on this devouring platform, begins my oxymoronic affair, engulfed inside a hatred for my love; and a love of my hatred. Recall the “self” part of destruct! I’m inflicted with my own disease. I won’t stay to face this and yet I refuse to go away.
I can’t hold on, but I seem to be so much stronger than my weaknesses. This irony alone compels me to override any sudden transcend. But, I refuse to take the long road upward.
How much longer before I reach out beyond my selfishness; or fall away to the nothing I hear calling every day that I awake?