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June 21, 2015
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Mark Ruester
Mark Ruester


Keyboards, Electric Bass,
Electric Guitar,
Percussion and Vocals

Electric Lead Guitar

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Weightless, Drifting, Silent and Hopeless...

Weightless was a pre-release single from the Rock it! album.  A taste, albeit a bitter one, of life in middle-class America. 

Weightless opens with a "resigned" tone of helplessness.  As the song ramps up, a rebelious defiance kicks in.  Beaten down by society, the tone changes to a desperate plea for hope. Another recovery breathes new life and strength into the rebelious defiance. 

But in the end, nothing changes in life, and the slow, tiresome journey, in search of that ever elusive utopia resumes.




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Weightless

Weightless, drifting, silent, and hopeless.
On my way home, I find myself searching, looking for something I may have already found.
I'm not sure, I can describe it, I just know I want it, and still I remain homeward bound.

Startled awake, it's another useless day, I don't know why I even bother getting out of bed.
I drag my ass to work, and I face that stupid jerk, I waste my life for pennies on the dollars that they make.
When the weekend comes around, I try to hold my ground,
but there's always someone, somewhere wanting more from me.
All my life is spent in sacrifice, it's costing me a hefty price; Heaven knows there's got to be a better way.

Weightless, drifting, silent and hopless. Why don't you rescue me?
Stuck in this tin can, trying to find my way. Why won't you rescue me?
I've just got to find my way home again.

Startled awake, it's another useless day, I don't know why I even bother getting out of bed.
I drag my ass to work, and I face that stupid jerk, I waste my life for pennies on the dollars that they make.
When the weekend comes around, I try to hold my ground,
but there's always someone, somewhere wanting more from me.
All my life is spent in sacrifice, it's costing me a hefty price, Heaven knows there's got to be a better way.

Weightless, drifting, silent, and hopeless.
On my way home, I find myself searching, looking for something I may have already found.
I'm not sure, I can describe it, I just know I want it, and still I remain homeward bound.


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