Meet me in the corridor after lesson
it’s been a long week, this weekend is our blessing
we’ll go to lunch and discuss the latest person we can’t stand
and I’ll show you that new song,
remember?
the one from my favourite indie band
the way home is long and so far away
yet before we know it we’re living the next day
that test was tough but throughout it I knew
I would be okay because there’d be you
laughing with me at this broken place
planting a smile on my face
When I reach home, I’ll message you
and we’ll avoid all the work we need to do
I state my dreams at the dinner table
and no one doubts just how much I’m able
I am impatient for a taste of life
a taste of freedom when this is out of sight
I climb into bed and I turn off the light
in years to come, these will be simpler times
Eight
hundred
indie
fringe godfath-
ers stole thunder from
forty frayed dandies who thought they
were today's trendy
answer to
tonight's tiny fright-
ened finger
toads but in fact were
only dreadnought friends
of the hidden thrifty fudge in-
ferred from a rougher runty third
of the grounded ruddy roundheads
remaining defi-
ant 'til notified not to
be
and
to return to fraught infight-
ing at their always
well funded freehand orgies.
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Looking out the window,
Waiting for customers to give me their money,
I look from a distance and see the trees change
Day by day their color thickens,
leaves sprouting out and growing fuller.
Thinking about the hot afternoons,
reading a book outside and noticing my skin darken.
Being surrounded by ducks and cute bugs.
Cumulus clouds filled up with water to damp the earth’s ground.
How I miss the rain, twirling in the puddles and catching frogs
after the earth's cry.
Waking up by the sunrise,
smelling the brewed coffee.
Dreaming about the summer days,
listening to indie rock and making an adventure with friends.
I thrive in the beaming sun.
Maybe I'll find love and become a fairy tale.
We talk about poetry and take strolls in the park while holding hands.
As we dance,
we mold into each other.
Becoming in sync and understanding we are meant to be.
Looking at the trees from this window,
It’s finally arrived.
Time to plan and enjoy the ride.
Sitting inside a local coffee shop,
Just a brown-haired girl with glasses and a book.
Sitting alone, hands wrapped around an ivory-colored mug filled to the top with piping hot coffee. Her brown eyes watched the wisps of steam rolling off her coffee, slowly disappearing into nothingness.
The coffee shop was her getaway.
That comforting scent of fresh coffee beans with a hint of vanilla.
The music melting into your soul, indie music engulfed the room.
Closing her eyes, taking in the soothing moment to keep under lock and key in her memories.
With each sip of coffee, this moment was engraved into her memory for life.
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught the indie afore ammunition
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
that witnessed the grapes of wrath in '37
and suffered its wine, the black potential rebelled
against the clear minority who had signed
emancipation letters without intent
ergo, cars with bodies went flying upon the riparian spine
"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
leaning on treasonous city hearts, wrinkling under the trebled
degrees of island sun, chuffing at progressiveness
and how the colour schemes lightly redesigned
black power free, it seems, walks unfettered to its banks
carrying tackle, tiki-torches, tourists, a picnic, and gun
Indie swizz
Green and white
On top of hills
A view unlike
A tale of heaven, a place to repent
Now is none but a grave of men,
The song of winds turned to echoes of mist,
The crown of hind, now blood missed
Quite waters, a red fountain
Land of joy now weeps with mothers' cries
A bride, a child travelled to enjoy
But the bullets pierced the house's spine
Those who rose from side across
Left precise, showed no remorse
Pairs all broke, thrice all torn
The one's who left can only mourn
A woven day in a ruined past
Shook the world, now and will
A lesson learned
To never forgive
when I lie down, please don’t be
moaning, blaming, regretting,
imprisoning me in bricks,
dispiriting my last party
an event of the century
wear pink and you’re invited
free flow whiskey, intense weed
my favorite punk-pop indie
performing songs you relish
I'm lying down, set me free
let the flames unchain my leash
erase the shame caused by me
burn our pain and grant our wishes
count to three announce proudly
disappointment deleted.
if there’s still some time to give
plant a tree
above the remain of me
Musics not for everyone, Some people can take or leave it,
But music is so important to me. I literally live and breathe it.
I tell people music is food for my soul,
I have such a mixed taste, I listen to anything, indie, country, pop to rock n roll.
When I hear a certain song, the memories race,
It takes me right back to when I heard it, what I was doing, and the place.
A good song, can make you forget, remember or smile.
Or take you back to a happier place, for a while.
I often make up random songs for my children and cats
I hope in the future my children remember them, and laugh about that.
Because music is part of your childhood, happiness, sadness and truth.
Music can make you feel vulnerable or even bulletproof.
Music fuels me with happiness, helps so much with my mental health.
I can escape into my love of music and be my true self
Whenever I'm overwhelmed it always seems to soothe it,
So I follow Eminem's lead and Lose myself to the music.
Sometimes I think my friends don't care
They say you speak the truth drunk
And they never ever sober up
And they say I'm annoying as
They do stupid and flirt around
And I shake my head and eat my crisps
Yell at them to get to bed
Tell them they should sober up
They've never really sobered up
Instead they just trigger each other
And get on my nerves
DIY piercings and dresses with curves
Flirt with a boy I call him sir
But he likes this girl he knows from school
Yet he flirts with me anyway
Call it screen testing chemistry
And I was meant to sleep while it was sun
And now it's shade and i can't say
What l need to say to say what I need
So I'll say I'm fine and I'll say goodnight
Lie awake and listen to indie pop
With I could take off this top
Lie on the floor and just rot
Turn myself into ing dust
When I kill myself they'll make me dust
They'll make me dust
I don't wanna be dust
I gave my heart away to you
On the night that new year drew
The Sinatra chimes and yellow vines
Sleeplessly anew
City of dreams, built on piano keys
And indie structures melodies
I left my heart in San Francisco**
But i stole it back for you
**this is a reference to Tony Bennett i hold no rights to this line
A wink and a smile from near or from far
A small little wave when I play the guitar
I think of you often, it's on you I dote
And send off my love on the wings of a note
I'll blow you a kiss, with my hands form a heart
Gestures that signal that though we're apart
You're still on my mind in whatever what I do
And this snippet you're reading is all about you
Harney's tea, fresh coffee, raclette fondue
Indie guitar folk songs reminding me too
Denin and Converse? Oh yes, by all means!
Red, blue, and last week a green pair of jeans
Sweaters, long dresses of many designs
Style and fashion, you dress to the nines
I guess you can tell by the words written here
How much I adore you, the message is clear
It’s hard to describe the feeling
of capturing that spark;
The zing there are no words for
that thing that makes you write;
I get inspired by creating,
I’m awestruck by a new definition;
The flow state is addicting,
delivering me to zen;
It’s a soft touch on scabbed skin
healing better than a band aid;
The emotional ointment
that gets my voice flowing again;
I get inspired by creating,
awestruck by a new definition;
It’s a new school spin on a classic,
something never done before;
The groundbreaking revolutionary
that leaves you renewed and inspired;
That flow state is addicting;
It’s everything around you
that controls your pulse deep within;
Indie songs, art, simple moments,
they inspire creation;
Blue flames and fresh seeds;
Innovation leaves me awestruck
delivering me to zen.
Music Made Me
I made it belong to me and it still does
Decades later the tracks are the same
Am I identical to the teenager?
At first I refused to listen to songs
But sooner than later it happened
My own path and choice and way
There was The Beach Boys and Frankie
A very varied mix of quality music
But it was one song and band
It changed everything in 86
The Bangles Manic Monday
One listen and I was hooked
And got the record and was fine
For I had an identity and a band
They set the musical bench mark
Over the decades many followed
T'Pau and All About Eve and
Pat Benatar and Joan Jett in 88
Voice of the Beehive in 91
And so many more awesome groups
Real bands doing real songs
80s, goth, rock, metal, indie,
Alternative, punk and more
My life soundtrack saying this:
Feck the mindless idiots!
Incident Report 74399 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
T'Pau Gig
Music mattered greatly to me
My first gig was in March 1988
I saw T'Pau at Manchester Apollo
The bouncers were s
Moving me from down to upstairs
But it was fine my band was there
They were an awesome rock band
With a hot red haired singer
Of course I wanted to bonk her
Their songs rocked my head
I listened to them all the time
My rivals on the YTS hated T'Pau
And listened to Indie bands
Like The Smiths and New Order
I liked those bands later
Before then I enjoyed T'Pau
They were in Smash Hits magazine
But were not a teeny pop band
A contemporary of Bon Jovi
They were my first ever gig
Other gigs followed like Status Quo
And hundreds more quality shows
Long live Rock n Roll! \M/
Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes
really cut to the chase
Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase
She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down
Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude,
soaring pioneer spirit air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones' outback boots
love kicking the salty sea dogs around
Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere, fingertip touch
Self-reliant souls are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush
Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site
to soul carbon date
So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate
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