In December of 1996 Ted, Janet, Krista and Ted's friend Ricky left a bar and grill establishment in Loves Park, Illinois. Ted walked Janet over to her car where they exchanged a few words. Ted then heads towards his own car. He hasn't taken many steps before he hears a gasp and then a shot. He turns around to find Janet on the ground and a man holding a gun standing over her. He notices Ted and fires at him. Ted scrambles to get back to safety and on the way manages to pull Krista down behind her car. By the time all the commotion is over the gunman has vanished and Janet is dead. This was the start of a nightmare that Ted still relives to this day. He would later be accused of the crime and ultimately tried and sentenced for it. There was only one small problem. He didn't do it. Here is where I picked up pen and paper again and started writing. I was there through the aftermath and the endless sessions trying to come to grips with what had happened. Who was the real killer, why did it this senseless slaughter take place. Many sleepless nights were spent mulling over these questions, yet they yielded nothing, but more questions. So far I have written 10 lyrics about the case and the persons involved with it. These were meant as songs, but there is no music to them. A lot of what you will read in them are true, these things did happen. There is of course instances where I evoke the right to speculate. Some facts are based on what came out in the trial and some are based on what came out privately from family members and friends. I will attemt to inform you of what we went through. There will be information previously only known to a select few. The first lyric is from the killers perspective. Obviously I do not know his thoughts or motives so a lot of leeway I granted myself. Whether he was actually nervous in anticipation of the murder is anyone's guess. There seems to have been a bounty of suspects in that parking lot that night, yet apparently none were deemed worthy of an investigation. One of many was questioned by two security guards as he was observed wandering around outside the bar for several hours and when asked he told them it was none of their fucking business. Was that the killer. Or how about the man stopped by police, barefoot no less ( in the middle of the winter ) who asked if he was pulled over so they could ask him about the murder that no one knew about at the time, except for those at the scene. He was also rather close to the bar and grill. How about the convicted killer that happened to have a car sitting at this very lot. Yet, at the end of the day what do we end up with. Ted... Go figure.
The chorus is pretty simple and I figured the music would be tough and rocking hard, fitting the subject matter.
He's watching
he's waiting
patrolling the lot
Anticepating
fiering the shot
He's anxious
he's nervous
the moment is near
It's no turning back now
no surrender to fear
Remember, remember
The devil in December
The devil in December
Remember
He's ignoring discomfort
for a chance to succeed
The frostbitten wind
the chill of the deed
Caressing his gun
love how it feels
The shape of destruction
the death force of steel
It's long after midnight
and voices emerge
Adrenaline pulsates
an incredible surge
He locates the car now
preparing to kill
Enshrouded in in shadows
consumed by the thrill
He listens in silence
to her final farewell
On guilt and conscience
he refuses to dwell
He rises behind her
she startles and turns
In cold blood he shoots
regrets no concern
He bolts for the alley
he ducks out of sight
He'll vanish forever
in the cold winter night
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