"The Rabbit Hole" by Schumacher

The Rabbit Hole

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Careful ! Once you slide down, you may never come out.

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Schumacher

Schumacher's progressive music styles - Progressive, Celtic, Acoustic.

Schumacher's music embraces a wide range of musical styles - a true blend of Progressive Rock, Celtic, and classical music arrangements. We try to make people feel, to capture and reflect emotion, and help others as their lives are touched by both good and bad. Our success is not our sales, but the comments listeners leave about how a song touched their hearts. Check out "The Snake in the Grass" or "The Buffalo Dance" for a snapshot of the band's acoustic-progressive work.

Song Info

Genre

Alternative • Other Alternative

Charts

Peak #48

Peak in subgenre #15

Author

A. Schumacher

Rights

A. Schumacher

Uploaded

August 27, 2007

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.4 MB • 128 kbps • 5:52

Story behind the song

The Rabbit Hole is the place where we feel safe, where nobody can reach us. Our own little world created from alcohol, drugs and all other types of "mercyful refuge". Let's just see how deep the hole goes.

Lyrics

Pleased to meet you,
come sit down,
once you're here,
you'll never frown.

And the questions you ask, 
go unanswered all but one.
In the book of selfmedication  
the heroes ain't the lucky ones.
and they sigh on the sidelines 
as they watch their lives come undone.

Take a minute, take a pill,
it's so much fun,
to be perfectly still.

So you stare in awe, 
as your mind pleasantly numbs
at the reflection in the mirror 
of a smile that's been so long gone  
and the voice in your head starts mumbling
a familiar sound.

Runaround,
runaround,
runaround

I think we're done,
don't be a bore, 
if the pain persists
just take two more

A hand-shake, painful smile, 
while they lead you to the door,
scribbling findings in a notebook, 
the kind of facts you knew before
diagnosis sublimely completed 
and on to one more. 

Are we back, 
where we began,
Disillusion,
drives me insane.

Expectations,
not yet met,
indicators,
flashing red.

Happy Hour awaits, 
as your mind cries out in vain,
John and Jack the only ones 
that can sympathize with your pain,  
and the fear in your head fades away
...fades away.

Fades away,
fadeaway,
fadeaway