Slumber....

Slept a lot today. weather had me beat into the Earth......

While I do listen to a fare bit of new music, I'm pretty nostalgic music wise. The last few weeks have been a Hardcore/Cross-over/ Punk binge. Bad Brains, Bad Religion, The Accused... Lots of Bad Religion. I'm a sucker for harmonies and the band has them in spades. I know some people lump Bad Religion in with the 'Green Day' (which I did love their first two albums) and 'Blink 182' Pop Punk scene, but I think that Bad Religion has a lot more brains than Blink or Green Day...
Anyhoo... Music helps me live.

A Streetkid Named Desire

Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning

And it was time

To stand my ground

And as the gawks and stares bombarded me

You know, I didn't even

Hear a sound

No one gave a damn

If I was there or away

If I died and went to hell,

They'd throw a party on my grave

And they'd all say,

"This kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool,

They might as well just ship him off

To some other school"

Plain destitute

Just a little too guilty, just a little too soon

That day was just like any other day

No work, and no pay

I knew that paradise was some other place

And I'd get there another day

I will find it before I expire

Cause I've got the desire

Well, it was punk-fifteen in the evening

And it was time to set the town on fire

I saw my boots and my hair,

As reflected in the mirror,

Reveal a street kid named desire

I didn't give a damn

Because I was just dying to be

And as the Hollywood street scene

Left its mark on me

I changed from a boy into a man

I said "never again!"

I stuck out my chin when I should have ran

Shit in the fan

I was driven so hard

By the sound of my heart

When the walls surround

In deeper shades of blue

And there's no voice of reason inside you

And you search for meaning

On an empty shelf

Then you're always dreaming

Of somewhere else

Today is just like any other day

No fear, no restraint

I know that paradise is some other place

And I will get there another day

You can come with me,

No conditions or fares

Somehow, somewhere,

I will find it before I expire,

Cause I've got the desire

Slumber

So, you're feeling unimportant,

'cause you've got nothing to say.

And your live is just a ramble

No one understand you anyway

Well, I got a piece of news son,

That might make you change your mind

Your life is historically meaningful

And spans a significant time

Slumber will come soon

And you are helping to put it to sleep

Side by side we do our share

Faithfully assuring that

Slumber will come soon.

Well, now do you feel a little better

Lift up your head and walk away

Knowing we're all in this together

For such a short time anyway

There is just no time to parade around

Sulking, i would rather laugh than cry

The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak

We share this place together

And we pitch into help it die

I'm not too good at giving morals

And I don't fear the consequence

If life makes you scared and bitter

At least it's not for very long

Slumber will come soon

Generator

Like a rock,
Like a planet,
Like a fucking atom bomb,
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness

That I encounter everywhere I turn
I've seen it all before
In book and magazines
Like a twitch before dying
Like a pornographic sea
There's a flower behind the window

There's an ugly laughing man
Like a hummingbird in silence
Like the blood on the door
It's the generator
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door

Wash me clean and I will run
Until I reach the shore
I've known it all along
Like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph
Like paper in the wind
There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor
Like turbines in darkness
Like the blood on my door

It's the generator

Greg Graffin and Bret Gurewitz are incredible lyricists..... In my opinion