"Half Friend Town"
Here it is I hide,
independently confined to this Half Friend Town.
Prisoner where I reside,
cower from the Gainesville eye.
Welcome to Half Friend Town.
(...)
Out-punk or punk out.
Those are your only options here.
"Like Strings (Spell It With A K)"
(...)
Now you're fighting the need to be alone,
because a hundred miles outside your calling zone,
there's a bed, a dog, and a girl you once called Home.
But like all good things, they must end,
so just tough it out with your dirty friends.
How good were "things" anyway?
When the pretense won't wash away?
And these cigarettes are smoking you.
And the sex is doing nothing.
And it seems there is no medicine, just that cliched Open Road.
(...)
"Coffee Black"
You like your coffee black,
your neighborhood white,
your lights are out at nine o' clock at night.
Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
You've got pre-packaged food,
Family Feud, faith in the church,
and a good clean attitude.
Are you affraid of everything, or just the truth?
The only problem that you've got,
is the night that Wheel of Fortune's not.
And the only thing you haven't bought,
are the people that are buying you.
You are the Moral Majority, devoid of moral priority.
You are Barbie Doll sorority.
You are the Boys' Club government.
How we lust familarity, speedy compact portability.
Every step that you take forward,
is a generation back for us.
We are the ugly.
We are the gay, Impoverished, effeminate, and overweight.
Take your consumer culture back from us.
It's a fucking economic attack on us all.
And the Football Season is the only reason you stay alive in your Prime Time beehive.
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Punk en poezie virtuoos versmolten. En dan heb ik het nog niet over de muziek gehad...
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