Rock out to Nervous Rex bands': "Chasing the Fire"

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A young girlpower on the beaches of San Eliho Beach in California.
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CHASING THE FIRE by Nervous Rex


"CHASING THE FIRE" a rock song sung by girlpower whose was in the band Nervous Rex, from Eugene, Oregon

Chasing the Fire was written when I was with the Band Nervous Rex, formed by myself and Vinnie and the ever changing bass players and drummers.

This song is written about prehistoric times when Neanderthals were first coming of age. With the addition of the all "encompassing thumb" and the discovery of fire, our ancestors were on their way to becoming who we are today.

This song I envisioned being made into a video where it would have the band members dressed in prehistoric clothing showing them huddled by the fire trying to breathe life into a smoldering flame. Then dancing around the now racing fire with sticks and stones dancing in a flurry of sparks, below the stars and primitive grunts and song. Of course the band members at the time were not so sure of my vision, and the part about how the men would be dressed in only loincloths. Must I say that the band was leery about my video vision. Of course they turned it all around and blamed me for wanting to see them naked. Not!

Lyrics of CHASING THE FIRE from the Nervous Rex era

Ever since… the dawn of man, We’ve held the key… in our hand

Everything…. was made of stone. Long before…. the first spear was thrown.

Chasin the fire, chasin, Chasin the fire, Chasin,Chasin the fire, chasin, chasin the fire,

They made their clothes… from lion’s mane. They huddled close… the dinosaurs came

Then one night…. while in the dark. A flame arose….from a tiny spark

Chorus Chasing the Fire, Chasing, Chasing the Fire...Chasing.

So, we think that we've progressed. Sadly, I must confess

Never ending...is the pain. Far away from that flame.

Chorus

All of us...must learn to fly. While we watch the children cry.

Our innocence...is masked by ire. We run so fast...to chase that fire.

Chorus then a big assed guitar solo... (Oh of course Figaro.)


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Hmrjmr1 7 years ago from Georgia, USA

Kooo El!


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James A Watkins 7 years ago from Chicago

Nice story and lyrics. When I get my sound fixed, I will go on My Space and listen to you music.

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