Disclaimer: This is very emo. If you have suicidal tendencies or the like, please stay away from this page. Also, do stay away from the song if you are experiencing depression, extreme loneliness, and the like. I will not be responsible for any suicide attempts.

The song was written just yesterday as an outlet of depression (long-term projects really take a toll on consultants that work far away from home). It depicts a man who wants to commit suicide, but does not want to be exiled to hell.

Recorded with an acoustic guitar (which I bought in Cebu for Php1600 -- roughly US$40) and a strained out voice. This is my first entry to NGAP with all live instruments.

Update 10/26/2007: I've decided to pull out the draft until I have come up with the full version. Ratings were bad (2.44 from 7 votes); not a good way to build up my reputation. ^_^

Spare Keys to Heaven
[22 October 2007]
[J. Reynoso]

What a life.
what a lie.
Every second of it
is wasted time.

And I am tired
of makin' things
'coz I know by tomorrow,
they'd all be gone.

So goodbye,
citizens of Planet Earth. Goodbye.
I'll be gone for a while.
But I don't want to get locked out,
so I asked
from Peter up there

Hand me down
the spare keys to heaven.
Oh I'm tired
of this thing we call living.
I want to fly.
I want to fly...
fly away from here.

Should I take
another step
knowing that I'll never be remembered?

Do I still need to see
everything fallin' down on me?
Oh I don't need that.

So goodbye,
citizens of Planet Earth. Goodbye.
I'll be gone for a while.
But I don't want to get locked out,
so I asked
from Peter up there

Hand me down
the spare keys to heaven.
And I'm tired
of this thing we call living.
I want to fly.
I want to fly...
fly away from here.

I don't want to ever see tomorrow.
All I went through's just a waste of time,
and I am tired of shedding all those tears.
So can you just please

hand me down
the spare keys to heaven.
I am tired
of this thing we call living.
I want to fly.
I want to fly...
fly away from here.
Fly away from here.