He talked and talked,
gig talker,
on and on.
Didn’t hear about Julie’s love for Gordon and Jilted John.
Conversed selfishly throughout the Buzzcocks explaining Why it had gone wrong.
Missed Shelley’s quips,
Missed all the song.
Held a debate through The Bunnymen’s Ocean rain.
A heated discussion missing how The Cure were Jumping on someone else’s train.
An absolute pain.
Didn’t take the hint from a backward glance as Kraftwerk rode mountain passes on the tour de France and the Ramones asked if we wanted to dance.
Chattered incessantly whilst the Stranglers hung around and ruined tomorrow’s parties enraging Nico and Velvet underground.
Too loud.
Prattled away as Joy Division played,
killing the Atmosphere.
Morrissey pleaded Please please please but he still didn’t hear.
Bad gig combination Charlie and beer.
To cap it off on his way home,gabbling into his mobile phone, the irony wasn’t lost on us. He never heard it coming, the night bus.
Hit him square,his brand new Primark Nirvana t shirt matted with blood and hair.
(Sing)
“Keep you mind on your driving
Keep you hands on the wheel
Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead.“
Should’ve f***ing listened.
There was a day when punk rock was my thing
the rawness and energy of the music
really stirred up within ready to rebel
giving your all the focus that makes you kick
Then every Wednesday night on the local radio
'street sounds' was the name of the game
which played all that was the best of punk
the DJ encouraged writing about our lighted frame
Enjoying our music best on a live set
watching concerts was the real thing
at my local Apollo, I booked my seat
seeing and hearing made the arena ring
These days music was on tape
mail order got you a great deal
free t-shirt and postage were so great
plus the great music, what a steal!
These are great memories to remember
those days really made you rock
still can hear these punk sounds
so fresh and street-wise, so don't mock!
(Remembering life in the mid to late 70s and what made life tick musically, hard to believe that now I'm a classical fan but indeed life changes in its many circles.)
Jose Cuervo’s Spit Cocktail®
Anonymous Nazis® from Swatch
Ocean Spray’s Sl*t Juice®
Playtex presents Toxic Stockings®
Fortress of Deception® by Hormel
Time-Warner’s Urban Tan®
Flesh Box® by Band-Aid
Drano’s Septic Wish®
Trojan presents Sperm Banquet®
Rotten to the Core® by Apple
Squalor Sux® by Electrolux
Ben and Jerry’s Flemish Cough®
Human Purse® from American Express
Nike’s Toe Jam Football®
Bank of America’s Velvet Fist®
Ethnic Stud by Viagra®
Starbucks introduces Pubic Comb®
Victorious Egret presents The New Bob Dylan®
Otis Trench® from BadSeedPress
Patti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty planet.
Silhouettes in fume thump to a doom,
They stomp with the rhythm of drums,
They point to the sky and spread open wide,
Their wrists and fingers and thumbs,
These thousands of people joined at the hip,
Joined by a common desire,
To lose themselves in the roar from within,
As the music soars higher and higher,
To a place where they’re safe away from their thoughts,
All worries are left on the floor,
And they can exist in the happy free now,
Their mind’s been released to explore,
Life without fake, no pretend, no polite,
Life without wearing some wig,
And they can all be utterly free,
At the rock band, the concert, the gig.
When I was 17
I had a great job
Painting
Little
Desert
Flowers
Roses
On
Assembly line
Plates
Friends
On
The
Line
Taught me to pee on my hands
To
Neutralize
The
Poisons
In the glazes
The plates
Would
Land
On small
Cardboard
Palettes
Every
Night
I
Would
Take some of these
Cardboard palettes
When
I
Went
Home
And
Make
Pissed
On
Art
Outnumbered
1756 to one
I stood alone
I stood
Alone
In a culture of music
Unlike anyone else's
Flogging Molly
Scathed my back
With mad plaid in my mind
And Was Beder Das
Youth of rebellion
I stand true.
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