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A Moment's Worth

by A Moment's Worth

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I close my eyes, dear, and begin my life. You know sometimes, I fear, I’m not even alive—I’m just a breath in time (but I could be more). I’m just a waste of time (and I can’t tell what I’m good for). The explosion awakes me at night and I have trouble accepting the fact that you might…Will you walk away from me? Will you walk away?
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Hey, The memories we’ve made they never really fade. And though we think we change, some parts just stay the same. We try so hard to just put everything away, forgetting who we are and how we got this way. And I’ll admit right now that I took you for granted and I regret it. For what it’s worth, I hope I’ve learned from my mistakes. For what it’s worth I hope, I hope I… Everyday I still think of you and all the things you taught me. Remember that I believe in you and everything you were meant for. You’ve got so much heart inside you—don’t let them take that away, don’t ever forget where you came from. Fast, like the rhythms of the songs we used to play, the seasons passed and dragged us in our separate ways. Though we live differently, we both still think the same: we make the most of life and all it brings our way. And I’ll admit right now that I took you for granted, yeah every second. For what it’s worth, I hope I’ve learned from my mistakes. For what it’s worth I hope, I hope I… When the words “growing up” feel like “growing apart,” the ones that we love have changes of heart, and the lessons we’ve learned we just wish we’d forget, don’t give up, don’t regret, your life’s not over yet. (The memories we’ve made they never really fade. And though we think we change, some parts just stay the same. We try so hard to just put everything away, forgetting who we are and how we got this way.) ‘Cause we’ve learned to believe in ourselves once again. And we’ve learned that we don’t, we don’t have to pretend. And I wish you the best because I’m still your friend. ‘Cause I’ve learned to let go and I know that I can. Everyday I still think of you and all of the things you taught me. Remember that I believe in you… You’ve got so much heart inside you, you’ve got so much heart inside you. You’ve got so much heart. Don’t let them take it away, don’t ever forget where you came from. Don’t you ever forget where you came from.
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We fled from wars and the bombs that leveled homes to the land of opportunity. I still remember that airplane view of toy cities and greenery. Oh, I was only 8-years-old but I remember well mixed feelings of excitement and being scared as hell. Our first year here must be the hardest of our lives—I’ve never seen my mother cry so many times. I remember that I always missed my dad, but we joked a lot, thank God for that. I’d get lost inside my mind when I’d start day dreaming—escape was my solution for just about everything. Is your life only what you want to, only what you want to believe? Do you see only what you want to, only what you want yourself to see? (Is this my life? ‘Cause I’ve been so confused. My memory it lies to me, it’s often of no use. Is this my life? ‘Cause I’ve just gotten used to running from what bothers me and starting over new.) But yet what would I be without my memory? I remember I tried so hard to fit in and learn to speak this language fluently. Inside I never felt like part of the crowd and somehow knew that I could never be. I felt truly alive with paper and a pen, expressing my emotions vividly. And how I could put down what I couldn’t say became a life sustaining part of me. I’d get so lost inside the world I was creating, reality would disappear and so would everything. Is your life only what you want to, only what you want to believe? Do you see only what you want to, only what you want yourself to see? In the blink of an eye, 22 years passed me by and left me what I am: someone that I’m still trying to understand. In the blink of an eye, a whole lifetime has left me with these choices that I’ve made and the consequences of my actions.
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We’ve come too far this time to throw away our time, to have us fall to pieces. Our lives are on the line, no longer have the time, to let ourselves just waste this. I, I think I’ll run away again, I think I’ll burn my time again, I think of all the wasted moments that have passed me by. I’m off to live my life this way, I’ll say I’m better off someday for not deceiving myself, expecting more from life. Gotta figure it out, gotta get back gotta, get back to the way it was when we knew the sky’s the limit, and we’d write our names in it some day. Gotta figure it out, gotta get back, gotta get back to the person I was: ambitious and a dreamer—driven by hopes and bigger plans. No I’m not going out like this if I don’t give life my all, I’ll never know… Still got my optimism after all and I may be a fool but I will die before I give in to the pain you suffer through when you tell yourself life’s not worth living. For as long as I’m alive I’ll be dying to find meaning in this life. Now I wake up ready for a brand new day. Though my reflection looks like shit I’m still okay—alive and breathing. And I won’t waste my time trying to impress anybody else. I live my life for those who live their lives for me. “I won’t say a thing without thinking. I won’t live a life without meaning. (Won’t) try less than my best,” a tattoo for the backs of my eyelids says. No I’m not going out like this if I don’t give life my all, I’ll never know… I run my hands through these grains of sand on this Delaware beach where I walk with my friends and the sunrise takes my breath again. As the sun reflects on the ocean’s calm waters, the world as I see it’s in perfect disorder, like a melody that just didn’t make sense ’til the end. There are subtle moments when I see the truth and can stop to appreciate it. Now I don’t fear the end because we’ll always live in what we’ve created. Still got my optimism afterall…
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I painted a picture of you in my mind on a brand new white canvas. I admired my work and I fell in love. I stood by it for days, then for weeks, then for months. Then you walked in the room, set my picture on fire. (Are you ready to pay for what you did?) And I looked in dismay at the person I painted. (Are you ready to pay ’cause I can’t forgive) “Oh no, this can’t be you, you couldn’t have acted that way,” I screamed out as my masterpiece went up in flames. I broke down when the ashes spilled on the ground. I looked up at a stranger I thought I had known. Does this mean that I never loved you? Does this mean that I never even knew you at all? I painted a picture of you in my mind. And I left it in black and white. (I drew you like I thought you should be. I drew you so perfectly.) I kept out the details that I didn’t like. And I thought it was perfect. And I knew it was wrong but I painted away. (Are you ready to pay for what you did?) (I) thought that I could convince myself in this way. (Are you ready to pay ’cause I can’t forgive) All the things I denied yet I knew deep inside—it’s so much easier to just lie. So I lied. We stand two feet apart like two strangers unknown. We don’t speak the same language. Are you listening at all? And that look in your eyes never did feel like home but I made it mine. I made it my own. And I think it’d be best if we just stayed away from each other right now, at least just for today. But it’s so easy to miss you. You’re all that I know. ‘Cause I made you mine. I made you my own. I broke down as the ashes had fell on the ground. I looked up at a stranger I thought I had known. Does this mean that I never loved you? Does this mean that I never knew you? Does this mean that I’ll never even know you at all? So we start, start talking again now that we have a new place to begin. And as I’m listening I start to paint you again. Does this mean that I never loved you? Does this mean that I never knew you? Does this mean that I’ll never even know you at all?
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Catalina 03:48
With our eyes focused on a blue and cloudless summer sky, we stole the coast and saved it in iambic lines. So we waited yesterday but our lives begin this moment as cool ocean wind plays on sun-burnt skin. We’ve set out on sudden whims to give reason for our journey. We’re grateful for what’s been and it’s meant everything to me. I feel so alive with you, my life. You are the air I breathe and I can’t get enough. And don’t you worry, the world will know our story. And it was written for you. And I will turn the darkest sky to fireworks of dreams come true. So let’s drive on the roads made by imaginary lines. We’ll leave the windows down tonight and we’ll play all our favorite songs or maybe just enjoy the silence. We’ll hear the summer wind whisper in our ears. You know now the reason you were brought down. Don’t let it leave you. Don’t let it leave you helpless and if you slow down, just take in this moment, I promise it will leave you. It will leave you breathless. Oh it will leave you. It will leave you breathless. So we waited yesterday but our lives begin this moment as cool ocean wind plays on sun-burnt skin.
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Drown 04:23
Truth always hits me in the face like a bag of bricks and I swing blindly with whatever words or weapons I could find. And I always end up leaving thinking “how’d things get so bad?” When the answer’s right in front of me. When the answer is myself. (When I look at myself, (I) see how things get so bad. The answer’s in the mirror. The answer’s myself.) So press stop. Press rewind. Play that part right there and watch yourself cross every line. (I can start this now). I can turn this around. I can start this all over as somebody new. (I swear I won’t) I swear I won’t let you down. No, not this time, not again (just say that you love me). Just say the words you still love me. Not this time, not again (just say that you love me). Just say the words you still…You still love. And I’ll do anything, I swear. And now regret fills me as I see how much I’ve hurt you. I keep repeating to myself, that’s it this time I lost you. And then a scene plays in my mind: The ocean waves crash softly, you whisper ‘hey you’ in my ear and say how much you love me. (The ocean it crashes in my mind so softly. Your whispers they haunt me and tell me you love me.) Just stop. Press rewind. Play that part right there and watch yourself cross every line. But I let you down, so just let me… But I let you down. (I can start this now as somebody new. I swear I won’t). We’re so scared of each other.
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The Surgeon 03:04
I’ll cut deeper into you with each careful incision. I’ll cut away the tissue and excess pieces of you. I’ve taken up medicine and I’ve forgotten what a full night of sleep means just to bring back what I can’t, just to find out that I’m cutting at the surface. And still I hold my head up high and tell myself I’ll fix you. I close my eyes and turn my head away from what’s left of you. I will not let go until I’m sure that you are… (As we breathe our lives away, we hold on to what we feel we can’t replace.) There’s no excuse because this life is in my hands. Though shaking helplessly, they must cut with precision. I hear “it’s useless” whispered many times inside my head. There’s no excuses—I’m responsible, not them. As we breathe our lives away, we hold on to what we feel we can’t replace. As we breathe our lives away, as we breathe away. Just breathe in one more time. I swear that I could save your life. And still I hold my head up high and tell myself I’ll fix you. I close my eyes and turn my head away from what’s left of you. I will not let go until I’m sure that you are dead. As I breathe my life away, I hold on to you.
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Congratulations, ’cause it looks like you’ve found what you’ve been looking for. And goodbye, ’cause I guess we wont be seeing you anymore. But you’ve made a habit of letting your friends down. Well as long as you’re happy, well that’s all that matters just forget your friends, you can turn your back on us. It’s alright, it’s your life, I wont be the one to ruin all your fun and tell you: I hope that they make you real happy to make up for all the friends you’ll lose. Do you remember when your friends meant everything to you? Do you? And every word you spoke I trusted and believed ’cause I thought you practiced what you preached. And when you hear this, you won’t speak to me anymore ’cause these words will cut you deeper than anything you’ve heard before. But it’s been burning the tip of my tongue for a while now. I’m sorry it’s something that needs to be said and the truth hurts, my friend but this is where its lead. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still your friend even if you choose to sever all your ties with me. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. I’m sorry but this is how I feel. I feel these words will just fall on deaf ears and will push you so far away. But each day it gets worse, yet I call you my friend so I won’t bite my, won’t bite my tongue today. (I fear these words will push you away. Will they sever the ties between us?) Congratulations. Got something better now. Did you lose yourself when I lost my best friend? Did someone else find you and are you happy with them?
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Still 04:12
I hoped you’d come back for me, so I sat down and waited. The air was blowing cold and people stared as they walked past. But I sat so still and just waited there for you. With a focused look you headed towards the corner and I ran like a child after you. And I can’t remember words that I was saying while you put the night in picture frames. You were taking photographs while I hovered by your side. So you can catch this night on film and I can keep it in my mind. You were taking photographs of lights and city life, while I just took it all in by your side. And the train ride home that night was spent in silence while you held my hand like we first met. And it hit me then, that we were both still children—afraid of letting go the hand we’ve held. So I held you close just like your photographs have held on to that night. And why be adults when it takes a child to forgive throughout this life? And what matters most is that we’re able to believe when all seems lost. So why be adults? I hoped you’d come back for me, so I sat down and waited. The air was blowing cold and people stared as they walked past. But I sat so still and just waited there for you.
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I close my eyes, dear, and begin my life. You know sometimes, I fear, I’m not even alive—I’m just a breath in time (but I could be more). I’m just a waste of time (and I can’t tell what I’m good for). Awakened by an explosion. Gasping for air. I realize I’m breathing but I’m not so sure that I’m alive at all. Do your thoughts drive you insane when something inside keeps saying that you can’t live your life this way? I close my eyes, dear, and begin my life. You know sometimes, I fear, I’m not even alive—I’m just a breath in time but I could be more (and a breath won’t last). I’m just a waste of time and I can’t tell what I’m good for (but your time has passed you). So now I stand on my own and feel the weight of choices I have made alone. You know it kills me to live so consciously. So consciously, I fight my fears for my control of me. So I can break free. To live for others I believed was something that’s a part of me and sure enough I aimed to please ’til there was nothing left of me. I was no altruist but I gave myself away. Thinking it’ll all make sense one day. One day it will make sense to me. All the years we spent so desperate to find answers we already knew if we close our eyes. And just look inside ourselves and think, “Am I really who I want to be or do I live for someone else’s dream? Am I living someone else’s dream?” (You know that you can start over again). No one else can live my life so it’s time to live it consciously right now. I’m feeling more alive than I have ever felt and I’m a sacrifice to no one. And when I close my eyes, I’ll know I did my best, it’s time to rest. I close my eyes, dear, and begin my life. You know sometimes, I fear, I’m not even alive—I’m just a breath in time but I could be more (and a breath won’t last). I’m just a waste of time and I know what I’m good for. Oh the way these thoughts, they complicate our happy endings; it’s never ending. The battles that I’ve fought have brought me to my knees. Oh the way these thoughts… So now I stand on my own and feel the weight of choices I have made alone. You know it kills me to live so consciously. So consciously, I fight my fears for my control of me. So I can break free. Break free.
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I don’t know just how it happened. I’ve always thought I’ve had it figured out and now I have nothing but questions. A heart that’s full of fear, a head filled with doubt. You seem to have all the answers but I’ve always been quite the skeptic. Hey beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side? We’ll lose ourselves and I’ll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes. The city air smells of autumn, coffee, cigarettes, and speeding cars. And flashing signs, though we ignore them, guide us like beacons through the night. We don’t need a map or directions, we’ll just float where this pavement will take us. Hey beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side? We’ll lose ourselves and I’ll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes. Though we may never go back home. Though we may never go.
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Let's get right to the point. We are five best friends that grew up together in the Bronx, NY and started a band because we love music. We've kept it going for almost a decade because it's developed into so much more. Still interested? Keep reading and I'll tell you who we are, how we began, and where we're going.

Speaking for all of us, we've been through a lot that has influenced us, both as people and musicians in our 23 years of life: moving across the globe, losing people we love, being far from our families, and even the exhausting struggles of everyday life. A Moment's Worth is the emotional outlet that kept us sane through these rough times. Our songs always helped us to take on our problems and keep a perspective of what's most important: growing as friends and individuals. So, in a lot of ways, this band is about much more than the music—it’s a vital expression of our lives, a 12-year friendship, and an ongoing journey.

So where did this journey begin? In Catholic School —fifth grade, to be exact, when Anthony (guitar), Frank (drums), and I (Alex, vocals / guitar) began our friendship. Through the years of strict discipline and being bullied (for mushroom haircuts, pre-pubescent awkwardness, my Russian accent, and most importantly our shared love for punk and rock music), we grew close as outcasts. At 15, we started the prototype "garage band"—literally playing in a garage on garbage cans. Lacking formal training, we had our first show at an annual Bronx festival. Chris, our best friend (1999 – the end of time) and former bassist (1999 - 2005), played with us that night. Despite the uncoordinated cacophony that we produced, the one element that initial performance did not lack is the same one that drives us to this day: passion.

Being from the Bronx, we knew how to hustle (it must be something in the water). And it was time to do just that. Inspired by the larger-than-life energy of bands such as Green Day, Goldfinger, and NOFX, we practiced every day—sometimes twice a day and scribbled lyrics on anything we had handy. With time, our out-of-tune-chord-feedback-can-banging developed into our first album “Ironic Last Words," which was self-released in 2004. We played every place that would book us: Sweet-Sixteen's, benefit shows at local hospitals and universities, shows at legendary venues such as CBGB's and The Knitting Factory, and always with our hometown scene—The Bronx Underground. We sold over 3,000 copies of our CD at these shows and the response we were getting blew us away. We knew that we were on the road to living out our dream.

But it couldn't have been that easy. We hit a few roadblocks along the way. Being an independent band means paying for everything out of pocket. Including our equipment which was robbed one night costing us thousands of dollars to replace—money we didn't have. On top of that, the local music scenes were changing trends, so it was becoming harder and harder to book a gig. The most devastating blow, however, came in 2005, when Chris decided to leave the band for professional reasons. We thought it was over (and yes, we cried). But then, as if by the hand of Fate, our high school edition best friend Johnny agreed to be our new bassist, "even if [he] had to play on a rubber band." Johnny was a great addition creatively and musically. Shortly thereafter Nicola, our friend/producer/engineer/fixer-of-all-things, joined as an additional guitarist, solidifying our sound and current line up. Together we wrote, recorded, and released our latest full-length album, “A Moment's Worth," a matured continuation of our ongoing story.

In short, we are A Moment's Worth. We play rock, pop-punk, and what we feel speaks best for us in a song. We don't claim to be anything but ourselves. We are, however, real people who pour every ounce of ourselves into our songs, in hopes that you will take our music and make it your own.

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released July 15, 2007

All songs on "A Moment's Worth" are original compositions written and performed by A Moment's Worth. All rights reserved.

A Moment's Worth is
Alex Bondarev - lead vocals and composer
Nicola Terzulli - guitars and production & engineering
John Endico - bass and backing vocals
Frank Quarto - drums and backing vocals
Anthony Albanese - lead guitars

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A Moment's Worth Bronx, New York

A Moment’s Worth consists of six long-time friends from the Bronx, NY who share an insatiable drive to write, create, and perform their own music. Since 2004, A Moment’s Worth has inspired their tightly-knit fans with their tremendous energy, passion, and thoughtful lyrics. START WHERE YOU ARE, A Moment’s Worth’s most recent release, testifies to the band’s artistic maturation. ... more

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