Stil-at-it-o

This symbol of oppression
Looks good on me

I like to watch men drool
On the street
While they watch my ass sway

To get gussied up
Gives me a boost
Of well deserved confidence

All stockings and rouge
Thick black lashes
A dress to show off
My hard to handle curves

To finish it off
A pair of high heels

Because the crunch
Of your member
Sounds sweeter
When extracted
By a stiletto

Quick Sand

Pulled me down
Shoved my head
Under the faucet
Twisted my arm
Broke my ribs
In bite sized pieces

We both tried to save each other
But instead
We created a deep cavern
In which
We sunk ourselves
And allowed
Each other to suffocate

Quick Sand

Pulled me down
Shoved my head
Under the faucet
Twisted my arm
Broke my ribs
In bite sized pieces

We both tried to save each other
But instead
We created a deep cavern
In which
We sunk ourselves
And allowed
Each other to suffocate

never gunna give you the world

Is it too much to soon
To ask you to understand
That I am too fucked in
The head to start anything
Too serious because I'm
Too difficult to handle
And I like going home
With guys whose names
I don't need to remember
Because I never asked in
The first place
Maybe that makes me
Cheap and easy, makes
Me some sorta slut
Caus I keep it sleazy
But I don't see us going
Past a few weeks of fling
Because I can't stand
The thought of having
To compromise or open up
And let my tender side
Be touched. I can't stand
The thought of being
Examined or understood
This is what I mean
By too much too soon
This is what I mean by
Fucked in the head

This, between us, is
Making me confused
Because I've got rules
Loose ones, but rules
None the less
Which keep me in check
But here I am with you
And all I want to do
I settle down
And tell you my last name

Punx

I like to see 13 year old punk kids
Who are just starting out
I love to see 40 year old punk kids
Who have kept it up all these years

I like to think about young punks buying patches at the distro all in mixed change
or buying the start of a killer record collection

I love punk rock parents
Who are sweet to their kids
Even if they are crass to you

I look at the crowded show around me
I am in a see of the scene

Punks
Parents
Rockers
Jerks

From your first 7 inch
To your last sold out blow out show

Everyone is here
And we are all just trying
To make it till tomorrow

This one is about Aaron

He is clad all in rough dirty black
Black socks and shoes too
I am watching him romp around
with greasy
Playfully swatting and tickling
His gray dingy unmentionables poke out
of
worn loose paint splattered denim

'Am I gunna let you win?'
he asks

'Am I gunna lose caus' you're just a baby?'
he asks

He playfully jests whilst tummy poking
'you're cute!'
'you're vicious!'
'you're dumb!'

A man preaches from the speakers
"ALL MUSICIANS ARE COWARDS!!"
"ANGELS!"

fucking great.

Good Feeling

This was written in response to laying on the floor with a bunch of friends listening to 'Good Feeling' by the http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifViolent Femmes.


Orchestral genius lulls your heart and pulls your body to sway
Everyone feels what you feel
We hear your words..
"stay with me.. just a little longer.."
We feel with you..
"it always seems like you're leaving.. when I need you the most.."
Oh how we know
Spirits align
We are
Empathy

The power of music