SWANSONG: THE LAST PALADIN
DANIEL "SUGARFALL"
JULY 12, 1967 - FEB 12, 2020
Death does not always come suddenly.
In the case of Daniel (my husband) it came gradually.
We were all of us blessed enough to have had not only clear and
emphatic forewarning, but also many more days than were
predicted. It gave us all more than gracious time to
emotionally-prepare ourselves for what loomed.
We had time to travel when his health permitted, time to discuss
every detail of the moment itself and whatever came thereafter.
I am grateful for this. So very grateful.
I am now a widow, something one does not assume
they will be at such a young age.
The poly life leaves me without the most
extraordinary man that ever lived but with two wives,
two girlfriends and a circle of support from
people who knew him and loved him.
Though I know most have no interest in my marriage
or even knowing that I had a husband I, of course,
have much to say and would like to share it nevertheless.
It would mean so much to me if even a few people
set themselves aside to share in this site-celebration of
probably the most amazing man to ever set foot on this planet.
For those who were not already aware, Daniel died
Wednesday Feb 12th at 11:14 pm surrounded by those who loved him
of an astrocytoma (after 2 years beyond his predicted expiry date)
which was simultaneously responsible for his genius.
Like Travolta's character in the movie "PHENOMENON", the
tumor gradually thrived and its fingers networked through his
brain, bringing together a dozen areas that meant
a miraculous ability to do what the rest of us cannot even
imagine being capable of, but -- in the red of the ledger -- also
meant a capricious cruelty to his mind and body,
a sometimes-random breakdown in anything and everything
from his sight, to his ability to stand or walk.
One day he was rock-climbing, the next, paralyzed.
One day he was drinking in the beauty of the blue sky, the next blind.
He could forget more in a day than most of us learn in a lifetime.
Then know things he'd never learned.
There is no way for knowing if his autism was the result of the tumor
or just an insane coincidence but he was born with the
ability to write symphonies, play 22 instruments.
There's also no way of knowing for sure how much of his personality
was dictated or influenced by the autism or cancer.
But even into his late 40's he had a child-like view of the world, life,
love, hope, faith, people that was often seen by detractors as
foolish, naive, ridiculous and worthy of derision and exploitation.
In everything he did, thought, said, there was an excitement,
a stamina, an irrepressible need to excel, laugh, cry, embrace
and without any interest whatsoever in money or fame or power
he forged an invisible life of achievement, avoiding notoriety,
applause or profit, seeking only the deepest of intimacy from those
fortunate enough to be in his private circle.
He was the sort to take a bullet or flurry of bullets for everyone he loved.
Those who knew him -- including myself -- watched him lay down
his life in awe-striking ways none of us would ever genuinely consider
doing, let alone as unflinchingly as he did it.
I met Daniel when I was 19, a pre-med student.
I attended a lecture, unaware of the life he had led until then or his
connection to such people as Britney.
Like 99% of the population I was living without any knowledge of
the world he was about to open up to me.
Without boring or mystifying you with the bizarre details of how it came to be,
I was soon being ushered to the other side of the world where I found
myself in China & Taiwan where his extraordinary world and life were
reshaping me from a petty, small bitch into...
well...let's avoid anything that would seem boastful.
Conceit is so ugly.
Years later now, though I am nowhere near the person I'd love to be
certainly I shed that child (I hope) and became someone I know
earnestly glimpses what he did and desperately wants to attempt to be
a fraction of what he was and believed I could become.
Daniel did not subscribe to terrestrial civilization.
He encouraged my adventure, my exploration, my search for
meaning beyond civilization such as it is without the pettiness
of envies, jealousies, rivalry.
He did this for everyone.
People like Britney and others were drawn to him like
lost souls to a light, the cold to a fire, the starving to food, the thirsty to water.
He was an oasis, a well in a wasteland.
It sometimes seemed there was no limit to what he was capable
of giving, no bottom to the well.
He seemed infinite, though clearly he was not.
In these last months it broke my heart to see such a GIANT shrink.
He could some days not stand or remember simple things.
He was fragile, frail, a dozen ice-packs frostbiting his skin everywhere to
relieve horrifying agony that he refused to honestly represent.
He was suffering 1000 times more than he ever dared let on.
He was still making the rest of us laugh even as savage suffering was
devouring him, madness shredding his once-tender mind.
He was desperate to use every lucid, able moment to guide,
teach, comfort the rest of us even though he was the one withering and dying.
He spent a lifetime becoming zero, eluding things like
bank accounts, credit cards, possessions long before he was ill.
He saw his life as an opportunity to become the best version of beauty.
He talked only of kindness, sweetness, sacrifice and tenderness.
He despised and rejected everything selfish, cruel or harsh.
He was soft and wanted the world to be even softer.
He wanted to embrace everyone on the street and tell them
they were beautiful and that everything...was going to be just fine.
Daniel was himself (and believed in) the human Swan potential.
More than anything he saw everyone as being capable of
more than they ever believed themselves and
toiled to inspire everyone to reach beyond any brink of the
human imagining...and he himself did just that.
His parents despised him for it since birth.
They were already ugly when he was born.
The abuse he suffered is...beyond digestion.
To even begin to capsulize the rapes, the broken bones, the blood,
the torment and tragedy is simply impossible.
Homeless by 15, on foot across Canada to Vancouver-PEI,
he ventured into the wild and into the cities with thousands of
breathtaking, mesmerizing experiences to share for those who
were hungry to partake.
His insane life led to a nervous breakdown, learning to walk again,
chew, swallow, speak, rebuild himself.
His second life thereafter, just as awe-inspiring, just as horrible too.
But it did not break him.
It did not kill or even quiet the faith, hope and spirit that all of us lose
long before we are in college, let alone 52.
He seemed eternally-child-like and -- at the same time -- wise beyond
words or digestion.
To this very moment I don't know why he took notice of me at all.
He already had so many burdens and commitments to so many.
I wasn't special or even a good prospect.
I was average, if that.
There were so many other people worldwide who could have thrived
with the influence of someone like Daniel, far beyond me.
Selfishly, I devoured every opportunity I had to spend time with him
and take anything he gave me, even though I knew it was
just that -- selfish. Greedy.
Everything beautiful that I may be, he gave me.
As he did with everyone.
He made me a better writer, singer, painter.
He taught me how to ride a scooter, swim, fetch a taxi and what a
BIG MAC was.
He helped me find, see and caress the beauty in all of you.
He replaced my mediocrity with meaning.
He taught me the greatest gift you can give someone isn't
love you give them but the love you help them
find in themselves for others.
Daniel saw the world from the surface of the Sun or Jupiter.
In fact, the very word astrocytoma was coined for his cancer because
one of the side-effects of it are dreams and nightmares
(and sometimes hallucinations) that you are free-floating in space
with all the planets around you, free of gravity.
It was terrifying for him.
But he watched his species in a larger web of history or future
craving maskless intimacy with everyone and at the same time
regarding it from afar with concern and approval.
In the years I knew him dozens of times I witnessed
birds and butterflies land and remain on him, geese gather
to him while shunning everyone else, homeless strangers
approach and speak to him freakish mysteries
and messages 'from the ether' as though receiving information
from the heavens.
It was bizarre and inexplicable!
It was impossible to spend any substantial time with Daniel
without muttering "what the hell was that about?". Often.
He was shockingly skilled at hundreds of little things from catching
coins off his elbow to shooting pool, from cooking 11 things
at once so that everything synchronized to a perfect finish to
building card-houses as tall as me.
He was eerily endowed and more genuine than anyone I'll ever know.
He did not know how to lie or even why others did.
It made it difficult for many people to be near him.
Daniel achieved so much.
He wrote dozens of books, traveled the world, explored every major
religion, was an ordained minister, theologian, D. Div.,
philosopher, adventurer. He was always adding to himself new skills
and knowledge, always breaking what was to rebuild anew.
From the Tibetan mountains to the Australian outback, across oceans
into the red rock canyons, he searched for everything in awe.
He was able to climb 1/3 of Mt Everest and couch-potato with a pizza.
He could revel in the grand and microscopic.
He could talk in reverence about bacteria and the grandeur of
the galaxy with equal passion.
And he was HILARIOUS!
The funniest person I ever knew. Everyone left Daniel...giddy.
And we also left him...more than we were hours before.
Gold/plat records he hid, awards he stored and stashed punctuate his
private countryside.
Somehow he chose me. No clue why.
Britney...I could understand...but me? No clue! No clue!
He didn't see anything the way I do or you do.
So he had no idea what I'm now saying.
What made him the most amazing man to have ever walked the earth
wasn't his genius, accomplishments or character but that he ought to
have seen it and been proud but did not.
Pride was a mystery to him.
He was humble beyond explanation.
Someone who had so earned the right to be and feel amazing
saw himself as small and unimpressive.
He did not wield what he was like a totem or trophy.
Instead, he was distracted by what lay ahead, what he had failed
yet to find, learn, become, do.
Life for Daniel was not for planning, discussing.
It was for doing.
There were simply never enough minutes in a day.
Time was a prison, a cage. Sleep was an obstacle.
A lifetime was horrifyingly short.
There was still so much left to do, so many more adventures,
so much more music to compose, books to write, so many more
orgasms to both have and give, so much more laughter,
so many more tears to cry, bridges to cross.
He wept openly, without embarassment at commercials
yet was swashbuckling and heroic when everyone else
panicked and came apart.
In peril he was Jason Bourne and Batman.
In calm he was savoring the cosmos and fragile.
There was still so much more to learn, become.
I did not become half the ME I wanted to before he was gone.
Everyone else feels the same.
I know in my heart he would shake his head at me for openly
celebrating his life like this because he so adamantly resisted such things.
He wanted to be invisible and to honor that I will not go beyond this.
We will all quietly celebrate in our hearts and memories and everyday
living, what may be the last Paladin.
I will, of course, still grieve even though I had years to
prepare for this and have done so.
But I also need to embrace life and faith, hope...love.
I dare not dishonor his miraculous life and time he gave me
by wallowing in the darkness for my loss.
Yes, the loss is immense.
But there is still so much I can, will and want to do.
For the moment I am going to give this sexy sliver of my life
another year while I continue to do other things, achieve, grow.
I will leave whatever music of his is left in music stores for that year.
I will add to this memorium and I hope you will share it with me!
Daniel's real legacy cannot be downloaded.
It cannot be tapped into except through those he gave himself to.
I want to see so much more of the human beauty.
I want to laugh, live, linger in the afterglow.
Those of you who met him hopefully glimpsed a bit of what I mean.
Those of you who did not, missed a magical man.
He made sure to make me promise I would have the
best-possible life I could.
I plan to do nothing other.
It's my hope to become a human Swan.
Thank you for sharing this moment with me.
On this journey, every moment is a mile.
Let's traverse ourselves and the universe!
"Half A Mile To Heaven" - SugarFall
For those who would like to share in this critical moment of my life
I'm asking everyone to watch "LUCY" -- a movie Daniel cherished and watched
every 6 months. Scarlett was a dear friend of his and openly shared in
Daniel's ideas about monogamy and the
significance of the value of time and life itself. Enjoy the movie and consider its
message for you as well.
Daniel spent 20 of his 52 years socializing, working with and eventually
much much much more with numerous celebrities who gravitated to
him for his genius, sweetness and because -- unlike everyone else --
he truly appreciated their accomplishments while also having no interest
in their money, influence. Their trust in him went far beyond
implicit/explicit/total. Many of them expressed being in love with him
over the years even if that love was momentary or never acted upon.
The butterfly you frequently see on their clothing, jewelry, tattoos, references,
on walls on sets and in their homes was a passive acknowledgement
referring to the 13 "Butterfly Books" he authored in his twenties that
many were moved by and helped inspire their own personal
reconstruction (as with the ugly duckling/swan metaphor/symbolism)
Here are a few songs about Daniel you may or may not know...
Because of his relationship with Britney, Daniel wrote numerous songs for her
in various genres, including rock/pop...as well as other songs for others.
He was responsible for helping numerous artists improve their music
and was almost entirely responsible for the acclaim for BLACKOUT
(Britney's most touted album).
He and Britney released albums simultaneously on 3 occasions on the same day
with the help of ITUNES/Spotify etc, including song titles of the same name.
It became an adorable trend!
("IMMORTAL BELOVED" below was recorded one afternoon live
in the Planet Hollywood theater where Brit performed at the time!)
Here are some songs he wrote for Britney and others...
DANIEL was probably the biggest DUE SOUTH
fan of all time
Though it wasn't something he would have ever said
aloud or maybe even
consciously acknowledged to himself, it was
obvious to us all that he
identified with Paul Gross's character as being a
1-in-1-billion gentle, kind
person in an otherwise harsh world.
For those who don't know the TV SERIES,
Daniel watched it constantly and easily
binged it several dozen times over the years.
He was inspired by it -- especially its embracing of things like loyalty, perseverance
friendship, kindness and truth.
I often saw him curled up in a blanket on the couch
crying like a baby at many of the most touching moments.
He was never ashamed of his emotions and it was one of many things that
made so many love him the way they did, including me.
He loved the show and its inspirations so much he actually wrote and released
an homage to it, mimicking the song-writing style.
As many of you know Daniel began composing at age 9, concertos
and components of what would later become symphonies.
He has thousands of pages of music and lyrics that are both
symphonic and simple songs/pop/rock/blues/jazz etc.
But he believed that a "song" (unlike a "piece") was something
social and universal; and it was important to him in the last 10 years
of his life to create and allow access to as many "songs" as he could.
To this end, in his lifetime, Daniel organized what became 81 albums
most of which were available over the years on ITUNES/SPOTIFY etc.
These last few years he withdrew a lot of his music and this last year
he insisted that only his last few albums remain.
SWANSONG was his final album and consisted of 25 songs that
he allowed only friends and family to access.
It was his farewell music and it meant a great deal to him.
"The Magic" above is one of those songs and the only song he allowed
anyone to have other than friends and family.
The album will not become available and chances are the music
still floating around will be removed by me by this time next year
based on his insistence that I do so.
For obvious reasons, SWANSONG was intended to capture
the anxieties of his impending death and the magic
of life itself, memory, endearment and those he loved dearly.
I was given permission to share lyrics and even
(if I felt it appropriate) the music itself even if not both together in their
final format. So here are some of my favorite lyrics from one of my
3 favorite songs from SWANSONG...
ETHEREALMOST
Heaven help me I’m a shattered fool
Eyes of ocean and a love so bruised and cruel
Heaven heal me as I draw my final breath
Spent it all and there’s just no mercy left
You can make the stars align me
Turn a stone so the gods can find me
I was born with my future broken
Still my tongue so I’m never spoken
Heaven help me while the winds begin to churn
Blinded mind and a heart that used to burn
Heaven help me when the past comes like a storm
Biting deep when I sleep no hue or form
You can make the stars align me
Turn a stone so the gods can find me
I was born with my future broken
Still my tongue so I’m never spoken
Heaven help me cause I can’t be understood
Barely learned the bad from rarely good
Wanderlusted far and wide and fell
When I trusted devils danced in hell
You can make the stars align me
Turn a stone so the gods can find me
I was born with my future broken
Still my tongue so I’m never spoken
Heaven help me I’m a shattered fool
Eyes of ocean and a love so bruised and cruel
Heaven heal me as I draw my final breath
Spent it all and there’s just no mercy left
You can make the stars align me
Turn a stone so the gods can find me
I was born with my future broken
Below you can find a sample of the music itself without
the vocals which are tres cool and upon which I do a tiny bit of singing
I'll decide in time based on people's response if I'll share some of
the song in its full format.
The cover art you see below on this title and titles above is
the cover art for THE HUMAN RACE which he conceived 8 years ago
and consists of 250 of his best songs released in 5 anthologies each
with the same cover but different colors. Each collection has
a "HUMAN RACE" title track and if you visit his music
you'll notice numerous lyrics within songs that reference the words
"the human race..."
Tres cool!
Daniel was a huge FLEETWOOD MAC fan and loved their
cover art and was inspired by the simplicity of their iconic
GREATEST HITS cover art when he elected to make
both his THE HUMAN RACE and SWANSONG cover art
a simple image without any text including his own name.
Like his books and so many other things, Daniel hated the
attention and used pseudonyms to give everything he did
without assuming any credit. This included giving to charity
which 90% of his profits went to. Everything he did for others'
music etc, he insisted he receive no open credit for and hid
his awards etc in chests and boxes.
He considered it vain and tacky to do otherwise.
The few gold/plat records on my walls so many of you
have seen, he allowed me to hang, but insisted I remove
when he was home.
One of Daniel's numerous life adventures was learning how to surf -- something
Canadian-born people rarely learn how to do, let alone well.
Daniel went back to Hawaii for 7 months and went from Haole to Maole
sleeping in the sand and eating poi and spam, eventually earning the respect
of the Ali-i and a rhino-chaser made of genuine koa wood that very few
people ever possess, let alone as a gift.
D. was a water-child, slept every night to beach sounds whether at the coast
or just using whatever technology allowed to have access to it.
On his boats, he was as happy as a man could be, in the water he
could swim and free-dive forever, snorkeled on the reefs, SCUBA'd with sharks
and beach-combed for hours after twilight.
He taught me how to sit at the water's edge for hours, being still, watching the
waters from Australia to North Shore, Lake Ontario to HengChun.
When the tree came down in the FRENCHMAN'S BAY beach, it was like
a dark omen. Daniel died soon after.
No one takes it as a coincidence.
Here are two of his most beautiful songs he composed and recorded
during one of his many bouts of INSOMNIA caused by his astrocytoma.
"Angeline" captures the magic of his childhood living on the
beach in Kingsville Ont where we visited annually and I've posted
photos and video of in the past (in MDV ARCHIVES) and
"Agnosia", life in Florida where he lived as a child also in APOPKA
on a farm buried in the orchards but with two mirror-shaped
lakes on either side called TWIN LAKES FARM
(a locale he used for his setting in his novel, "BLUEBERRY").
If you'd like to watch maybe the best movie ever made, Daniel's
favorite movie (tied with LUCY) and capture a bit more what Daniel
could be like, watch THE BIG BLUE (the american version if you can find it.)
which is also the name of one of the 81 albums he created.
I'll have to hunt down the coverart...it's been years...but the movie
coverart is below!
Enjoy!
For those wondering...sawdust evokes joyfulness, straightforwardness and altruism.
Like many autistics, Daniel rocked. That is, he would sit in a chair or lay in bed
rocking forward and back for hours at a time. Much of the time he could
seem not only normal but even more gregarious and social than most.
But he required a lot of hours to be in what he often referred to as his
'chrysalis' which he described as a kind of bubble in which his genius could
recharge and run free, without the boundaries of what you and I see as
LIFE. Inside this chrysalis, he would 'drift' and...well...
the possibilities are endless.
But one of the key ways time passed there was music.
Born brilliant in this arena, he would compose entire symphonies in his
head -- every note, every instrument. When complete he would get up
with it fully-rendered in his mind and get it to paper and then incarnated.
He likened his relationship with music to a mistress and a tornado of
components fluttering and swirling around him.
He could see the music like fragments and layers of what would normally
vortex around someone in the eye of a cyclone.
He would simply and gently pull it down in strands and make it manifest.
He insisted he was nothing more than a stenographer and the music
was not his whatsoever and could take no credit for it and never did.
His insistence that he also make 'songs' left thousands of finished and unfinished
tracks and compositions, some of which were insanely beautiful but
often nothing more than DEMOs. For those of you who don't know
what a demo is, it's a roughly-recorded version of something that's
intended to experiment and give a general idea of what the finished
product will be once properly and thoroughly rendered.
Many of these are some of my fav songs.
Even though they are demos I still find myself listening to them.
Here are a few of my favs of those favs.
Some of the best vocals he ever did, Daniel never fully-reproduced this song
about a girl he met and knew in Hawaii who broke his heart. She simply could not
bring herself to leave the cult she was tangled up in and he simply had to
move on with life without her. Tragic story!
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SONG! I would have given anything to have heard this
properly mastered.!
Britney and Daniel shared numerous passions that kept them together for
so many years, especially music; and they composed and recorded
together, released their albums on the same dates and have
quite a bit of unreleased musical fun, wrote songs for and about one
another, some of which are my favs.
So here's a treat -- a song you've probably never heard of or heard
whose sentiments captured Britney's intent to help Daniel during
what turned out to be some of the most exhausting years anyone
has had to endure. Some days he could simply not even stir out of bed
other days he was full of life and trying to get as much done as he
could while he was. Many days and nights he would still drag his
broken withered bones to the board to record, mix, compose.
She was herself dealing with her own mental illness (bi-polar) but was
an astounding rock for him more often than not.
I do love this song....
Here's one of the many songs I love that Daniel and Britney co-wrote and recorded
about music...
It will be precisely 1 year ago tomorrow that the world lost the last
paladin. I lost my husband, my friend, my mentor, my gentle lamb.
Until now I have honored his memory by adding nothing to this. Now that
all his music has been removed from ITUNES/GOOGLE/SPOTIFY
I can take this moment to speak of the man I will not speak of tomorrow
because those of us who knew him, knew he would not abide such a thing.
Daniel was about living, not dying.
Even when he was screaming and wailing in a quality of suffering that would
kill most, he was insisting we "go play in the sunny morning air and laugh"...
and embrace the world he could no longer partake of.
As I said, Daniel has thousands of songs/pieces unrecorded and in varying
states of completion, some of which -- though DEMO -- I loved. This one,
as with so many, has my voice, but it is really the spirit of the song
that I love and is so apropos.
For Daniel...everyday was another opportunity to make more love,
give more love, discover more love, unearth love no one had ever
known, share more love with people he had not yet met.
This last year -- true to his final wishes -- every dime from his music
that remained and dwindled away song-by-song -- went to charity.
Every dime.
Tomorrow, 12 of us will gather and make popcorn and watch movies
and order in chinese food and play foosball and DONKEYKONG
and set up the glitterball after dark, playing nothing but the happiest
and most life-affirming music 24 hrs on KFLY while we disco
in the den we've cleared of all furniture.
It will be a private party like no dozen people have ever had.
Especially on a cold February day.
Sunday...I will wake, smile at whatever morning awaits us all,
dress, hike across a beautiful, beloved place...relish the waking.
And you...and I...will dance with gratitude by giving
ourselves every happiness available to the day.
We will not get left behind.
We will make new love.
Good love.
We will laugh, live, love...
MAY 1, 2021
After some time away from this, using my BLOG
for much of what I may normally do here...I'm going to be adding
more now regularly...starting with the LYRICS to
THE HUMAN RACE II: THE CHASE
I'm singing the top part in the chorus but it's really the amazing
words and innovative songs I love so much
LANDED LOW IN 65
HIT THE GROUND WITH STICK IN DRIVE
AT THE BORDERS BLOOD AND BLUR
JUST ENOUGH FOR THE WIND TO STIR
FIRST TO LOVE AND LAST TO HEAL
VERSUS TIME AND GRIPPING WHEEL
ALL THE EYES OF WISE AND FOOL
WOKE SURPRISED AND BROKE THE RULE
KISSES FADE AND THE TOUCH FORGETS
TWISTS OF FATE IN A RED CORVETTE
LIFE IN GEAR AND TEARS ERASED
JOINED THE HUMAN RACE
EAST OF AN EDEN GONE
WEST OF THE BABYLON
NORTH OF THE LAST WE LEARN
SOUTH OF A CRASH N BURN
BETTER THAN ROMEO
WOUNDED FOR HEAVENS SAKE
CLOSER FOR ALL WE KNOW
SOON ITS YOUR LAST MISTAKE
TURNED THE KEY IN 72
VENTURA HIGHWAY IN MOODY BLUE
LOST IN LEIGH CREEK FOUND IN FANE
CROSSED TO KER NEARLY DROWNED IN RAIN
ALL THE TOLL GIRLS WAVED YOU THROUGH
LAID AND ROLLED PAST LINES YOU DREW
THROUGH THE SAND THE WINDSHIELD CRACKED
TRYING TO MAKE THOSE MILES EXACT
LOVERS LEAVE AND THE HEART FORGETS
SUMMER HEAVES IN THE RED CORVETTE
CHANGING GEARS AND THE BRAKES REPLACED
JOINED THE HUMAN RACE
EAST OF AN EDEN GONE
WEST OF THE BABYLON
NORTH OF THE LAST WE LEARN
SOUTH OF A CRASH N BURN
BETTER THAN ROMEO
WOUNDED FOR HEAVENS SAKE
CLOSER FOR ALL WE KNOW
SOON ITS YOUR LAST MISTAKE
JUMPED THE LINE IN 74
HEARST A HEADLINE DODGED THE WAR
CARVED A PATH FROM MINSK TO PRAGUE
THROUGH THE CHECKPOINTS CHILLED IN FOG
SOLDIERS EYED AND QUESTIONS PLIED
THROUGH THE WITCHING HOURS AND ON
BOLDER SPIES THAN YOU DENIED
SCRATCHED THE ITCH TIL THE COWARDS WERE GONE
YEARS OF FATES AS YOU BROKE A SWEAT
FLOORED THE GAS IN THE RED CORVETTE
THROUGH THE GATES THEY BEGAN THE CHASE
AS YOU JOINED THE HUMAN RACE