An up and coming small town pop punk band from Zion, Illinois decides to take things to the next step. Transformed from their previous titled, “Just Getting By” band name and into what I’d like to call “pop punk brought back to life” in a whole different, inspiring and positive light, the band members Kenny Pickett, Wesley Burgmeier, Daryk Gunderson, and new addition Vaughn Wright on bass, release their new music to everyone who wants to listen on iTunes December 1st, 2011. With a growing fanbase on facebook, and endless amounts of support from their peers, Head Above Water is sure to make headlines in the near future and hope that people can connect with their music as much as they did when they were writing it. You can listen and like Head Above Water on facebook, and look out for upcoming news, merch, and shows in local based areas and more.
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This has been a long day. George has found another woman to love, I’m afraid. I’m not so sure if I’ll be able to survive with this knowledge eating away at my mind. There are things that I would have liked to have known about him before we married only a few years ago. He loves me. He always has. I just don’t think it was in the same way that I loved him. The way I see it, my love for him makes the sun one million times brighter. It is blinding, but it is beautiful. It makes the flowers in this garden grow. They radiate the beauty that I feel in my heart when I am near him. It is heartbreaking, knowing that the man that you love cannot love you in the same way that you love him. Making love has never been so sad. They say that it should be a happy experience. It shouldn’t be aggressive and it shouldn’t be meaningless. Our whole relationship appears to be emptied of all emotion. I give and I give. I have nothing left to give. I’m so sorry, George. I’m not sure if you’ll ever read this. I can’t make you love me, I understand. I wish I could but I can’t. I think I’m going to sleep now. George still isn’t home and I am fed up with waiting. I’ve done that my entire life. Goodnight.
George surprised me today. He remembered our anniversary. When I returned home from the office, I found a trail of flowers at my doorstep. He had waited all night for me to return. I didn’t know that I would be so late. He was asleep on the couch, the smug grin plastered on his face. I couldn’t help but smile. I said George, I love you, I’m sorry I’m late. He said honey, I love you, don’t worry about it. He couldn’t stay awake so I wandered off to our bedroom. I don’t know how I expected him to wait for me if I couldn’t wait for him. I am lying in this bed wishing that his hand was in mine and that I wasn’t feeling this loneliness in my heart. I’m so foolish. I can’t make myself understand that he must love me if he hasn’t left me yet. He remembered our anniversary. What more could I ask for? The selfish part of me took over and reminded me that I could ask for more love, more romance. I need him in a way that he doesn’t need me, I suppose. I don’t know why I just now noticed that everything was falling apart. I’m exhausted.
I’m writing this morning because I woke up and George was no longer in the bed with me. He had left earlier than usual. I’m really tired of waking up and falling asleep alone. I could never leave him, but he could leave me. Just like that. I often wonder what it would be like if he would let me take him to the cabin we were once in love with when we were teenagers. It was by the lake. In the winter, you could see your breath moving in little circles. Your fingers went numb along with your ears and your nose. Your feet tingled. It was nice to have someone to hold you. Summers were most beautiful at this cabin. It didn’t matter who was around. You were free to do as you pleased. George and I were always there with friends. We would all go skinny dipping when night took over the sky. The moon reflected off of the water. We were all very young and very much in love. If only I had known what it would be like abandoning my youth. I must go to work now. I’ll try to write later if I can.
My dearest Caroline. I found this journal the day of your death and I didn’t want to open it. Deep within my heart I knew that there were things in this journal that would make me ache for your return. And I was right. I couldn’t make myself write to you until now. I remember the cabin. It was my only escape. You were my only escape. I hadn’t realized how wonderful you were until you left me in September. You were thinking of me. I know. You visit me sometimes in my dreams just to tell me that you haven’t forgotten me. I don’t know where you soul wandered off to after you died. It has always been free. You’ve always been free. I haven’t loved anyone in this life the way that I loved you. Now that you’re gone, I lay alone in this bed and I know how you must have felt. My heart died along with you. It is hard to believe that you were once very much alive in this world and now you are gone. I would do anything to feel the electricity that ran through my fingertips whenever our hands were on one another.
Caroline, I will never stop missing you. I will always love you in a way that I can’t love anyone else. I know that you are gone but you are here in my heart. You are here in my mind. I won’t forget you no matter how much time goes by. I will eventually move on from missing you. That is inevitable. I will start to forget bits and pieces of you. I won’t be able to forgive myself for that. I am not able to forgive myself for not loving you enough while you were still here. I know that you would forgive me. I know that you would want me to forgive myself. I just can’t. I am so sorry, sweet girl. I will always love you.
Hello followers :) So this is a song I wrote, it’s called “Hey Little Girl” It’s kind of about being stepped on but still loving someone. I’m not too found of singing but I love music especially writing music. I’m in a band with my boyfriend with appearances of our friend Brian who plays violin and we are entered in a contest for song writing and the prize is pretty great. Every “like” we get on Facebook counts as a vote, so if you could find the time to click thisand press “like” that would seriously be so AWESOME. So please, support my dream of recording in a nice studio by helping me win this.