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just another punk song

Member since 2002 · Posted 3 Dec 2002 · 3 comments

The night before was a dense dream full with the taste of gasoline. blood on the concrete, the morning after, I can't remember, another disaster. memories spill like a broken vow. pulls you down from your pedestal to a bow. in servitude with no strength for defiance, inanimate objects, another appliance. braille for fingers. speak with touch. a silent conversation below the clutch. subversive thoughts are free to shout. ignite the gasoline than spit it out.

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[n/a] poetandknowit 4-Dec-02/9:12 AM Reply

In this effort are you confusing punk song with say, hardcore song (you youngsters always seem to confuse the two),? Based on the words etched in blue I would vote the latter. If so, are you suggesting, or at least inferring by the chosen title, that all of these songs song alike or are attempting to affect the listener the same way?

[n/a] darby pyn › poetandknowit 5-Dec-02/9:19 AM Reply

PAKI I'm not trying to sway anyone to a certain style or
atitude about punk. the title is a rip off of a bad brains
song " just another dam song ". it's just a screw work
poem, song I wrote at work. I was bored. I do have
more deep poems more abstract. but this is not one of them.
I hope you liked it for what it is. gabba gabba hey.

[n/a] darby pyn › darby pyn 5-Dec-02/9:21 AM Reply

I spelled attitude wrong. sorry
I'm a little tired lads.