'Requiescat' is sweetly lilting with a lovely, subtle vocal arrangement. -- John Borack, Goldmine Magazine
'Requiescat' is "a song that could have been a single on George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass". It's "a clear genre-diverse winner". -- Rock Is The New Roll
The famous location was finally torn down
The one near the edge of the center of town
The citizens gathered from all points around
Walked away and sighed
A spot on a map that has never been seen
A stop on the railroad that fueled the machine
Combusting on hope, on sweat, and on dreams
And miles and time
Black and white pictures in small plastic frames
Of ones who had found some small measure of fame
You scour the rooms in search of a name
There's plenty of those
Come down - there might be a scout from the label!
There's beer in the ashtrays and dancing on tables!
The guitar player’s got a hundred foot cable!
He's playing right out in the street!
Find a new love, break up at the bar
A smile and a handshake, the band's found a star
Just always be sure that you bring your guitar
You never know who you might meet
The details may change, but the cast stays the same
The nameless pursuing the luster and fame
Consumed by a passion that they cannot name
But it has a beat