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A boy was born nine years today,
he is given but one gift
no toys, no games for him to play
but a guitar to grant his wish.
The boy is fifteen years today
he was nine when his fingers bled
he is a rocker born and made
writing songs inside his head
Now a man and twenty-three
he's losing site of fame
will he quit to feed the family,
or try and beat this game?
Thirty now and getting old
but the record deal is signed
thirty cents per CD sold
but for his dream this is fine.
Thirty-five and world renowned
he thinks he's doing fine
but with alcohol and drugs he's drowned
he's almost lost his mind.
Forty years of life have gone
he's remembered his life goal
not to be a rich rocker stoned
but a punk who has a soul.
His life is gone, his tombstone set
he's six feet under-ground
loved by kids he's never met
the man who defined sound
he is given but one gift
no toys, no games for him to play
but a guitar to grant his wish.
The boy is fifteen years today
he was nine when his fingers bled
he is a rocker born and made
writing songs inside his head
Now a man and twenty-three
he's losing site of fame
will he quit to feed the family,
or try and beat this game?
Thirty now and getting old
but the record deal is signed
thirty cents per CD sold
but for his dream this is fine.
Thirty-five and world renowned
he thinks he's doing fine
but with alcohol and drugs he's drowned
he's almost lost his mind.
Forty years of life have gone
he's remembered his life goal
not to be a rich rocker stoned
but a punk who has a soul.
His life is gone, his tombstone set
he's six feet under-ground
loved by kids he's never met
the man who defined sound
Literature
That Punk Rock Feeling
She walks down the street,
Headphones in her ears.
Angry music playing loudly,
To keep away her tears.
Her hair is short and messy,
Her black polish is chipped.
Her combat boots thump loudly,
Her goodwill jeans are ripped.
She likes her rough fashion,
Ahough she hates her face.
It masks her emotions,
Her hearts delicate as lace.
Yet she grins at passersby,
Who stare with pure disgust.
She leaves them speechless,
Coverde in her dust.
Literature
To Be a Punk
Remove The Glitter from your Face
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
Path.
Road.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add an
Literature
Punk Rock love
Punk rock Love Is...
1. Your boyfriend giving you booze insted of chocolates.
2. Him calling you, your not home. So he sings you a punk rock love song on your answering machine. ;)
3. You showing up totally naked at his house on his birthday.
4.Sneaking into the movies just so you guys can make out in the movie theater.
5. Going to the "show" and moshing in the moshpitt holding hands.
6. Him/Her Gluing your photo on their leather jacket with all the pin and patches.
7. Sneaking to "their" house, climbing into the window of there "their" bedroom. "Doing it" and getting caught by "their"
Parents.
8. Him outside your window singing you
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Very good