Posts tagged Punk
Posts tagged Punk
These windmills blow to knock you back
Arms swing as the legs kick and move
Circlular damage to reach for floor and sky
Pogo motherfucker, let our kin know your there
We ain’t nothing but a generation formed of rags
Seperated from the box only smash it anyway
With our backs to the walls, we the animals
Vicious in our nature bite the hands that feed
Cause we question the intent of our masters
We are free on that floor as we move like savages
Chanting as though we are constantly at war
Endless in our struggle to drown in acceptance
Fashions and trends can be marketed out of existence
But these tunes which march in our hearts
Driving our heads to never stop questioning
Well , these tunes, our ways, our breed…
15 Minutes of fame or 5 minutes of revolution
Which paper tiger will you ride into the night
Anger flares in indignation for television atrocities
If it’s not twittered the truth is not quite out there
Like fashions that creep with slithering paychecks
Upon the backs of corporate made celeberties
Cause your ability to copy and whine
Sets your bourgeoisie ass apart
Becoming the ultimate distraction
As devils dance upon humanities tears
Cause in 5 minutes your so called revolution
Will just be another notch on your resume
Another reason to look away from dirty hands
Can’t save the world, bitter and whithered
But for 15 minutes we are offered a voice
Don’t let it be drowned out like a deer in the headlights
Cause those 15 minutes can change the world
Fuck the lights because from ashes rise
Spread like a virus upon their system
Tell them all we are free men, women, and children
Pass on that which causes us so much pain
Don’t just rise above the rest
Take all the motherfuckers with you
For the love of being alive
For the love of the battle
Peace, War, and Chaos
To my brothers and sisters of our many nations strong
One legion under scum and scars that don’t belong
Our armies once thought scattered like rats into time
Our pride is a badge of dignity not of grievous crime
This is a way of life, not a trend, or a choice
This is as much a part of our being, such as your voice
Be you Skin, Scum, or Punk… doesn’t matter to me
Fighting just for fun, or your just trying to be free
Crazy enough to answer this hell of the bastards call
Truth be told we would probably fight them all
Cause vengeance knows no wrath like our family creed
A clan for the ages unlike any other breed
Fuck the condition of a government controlled civility
The laws of man are all corrupt as far as we can see
Made to heard the sheep, to break the will
Create wars of class, so blood may spill
We’ll take our own stance all politics aside
Hardcore till the end, this is a Punk’s pure pride
What happened to the 64 punks in Indonesia was inhuman. It is also reminder of what of part of what the scene is about. These kids went to a show looking to belong to something real and express what is inside of them. Just because they are born in an oppressive environment they were assaulted and arrested. Not because they were doing anything to hurt anyone else. Well now we have a lot of punks and bands coming together to try and help our brothers and sisters. To my friend Mike and the comp his band and many other great bands are putting together to raise funds to help. I hope your endeavor goes well. To our fellow punks in Moscow who have taken it upon themselves fight back the best way they know how. Then I commend you. To all my brothers and sisters who have forgotten what it means to be a punk….Just wake up and remember your family walks the streets of many countries and when they hurt and bleed then our scene hurts and bleeds also. Buy a comp, donate a dollar, spread the word, or pick up a brick…Just remember our scene isn’t dead…just because some of you have taken to sitting on the fence, or fell completely the right of way doesn’t mean you can’t come back. For the very least…This Punk’s fist is still raised in the air!!!!
A purest to the fucking cause
A movement built from fucking flaws
Hatred is the purity of our scene
Lost in evolution was our only dream
But when did you awake my brother
So that we turned our backs on one another
Bled out from the angst and ignorance
Only to lose your grounded consciousness
Sullied by their fake acceptance
A trend and martyr is your sentence
So now you’ve paid with your soul
No more honor left to make you whole
Many days were spent chasing forgiveness
For sins that cannot be forgiven
Mortality chased one call at a time
As if each moment you can feel it slipping
The part that I grasped onto ever so tightly
Humanity hidden beneath the dark psychosis
Never forgetting dropping the boot
And feeling the crunching of the jaw
Rightousness to cover the sickening pit
Never given a thought to the mirrored image
Until one day deciding to wipe the dirt
That has stained the life from which I hide
From the bars that have chased me for years
And the prison which my sober life resides
Some call it an unbelievable adventure
But the metallic taste that lingers
Entices my inner demons to dance
Apon the corpse that is my soul
And I only do this to stack the deck
Because I have been blessed by angels
Offered their fates to feast apon
And I will not lose the souls of others
As I have accepted my own cage
Foolish am I to think that I can be saved
Through years of this fucked up roller coaster
Many lives I’ve gotten to lead
Like a choose your own adventure book
Gone horribly, Scizophrantically wrong
Scumbag fun and adventure and being an asshole
Then a wakeup call on the Jersey Shore
As I watched another face for revolution
Snuffed out by a steeltoed asshole full of pride
Washed all this away with debauchery
Because this was no youthful indiscretion
And the way I saw my friends head crack
I knew that this summer was over
No next season as I spent the next 10+ years
Abusing my body and trying to drink myself to death
Only to wake up one day and have my world shattered
By the simplicity of a second chance
Ringing in middle of my black soul
That I have had so much time to rest
That it is time time that I choose to live
I feel not heavy guilt for the wrongs I have committed
But for those I could not have stopped
This goes out to my fallen brothers
We scumbags deserve not a second chance
So whatever fate I have stolen I honor you
I can’t forget the painful memories
That we as lost children once shared
Running toward an exiled adventure
Extreme in every second we once faired
Dodged the bullets of killer adiction
Only to find a taste for the barbaric
Violence towards the man and society
Uniform only in what makes us sick
At one point embracing a dated chaos
Until the jaded stagnant evolution
Brought us to this endless nowhere
Full of foolish righteous revolution
Indignant to none as we cannot admit
That the endless nights of our youth
Only showed our struggle to feel out
What gives us this subculture Truth
That we know that this world is fucked
Beyond anything the ignorant put forward
And we fight back knowing that we may lose
What our scene is meant to implode toward
A boundless ocean of destructive impulses
To be the same yet set us apart
We are the sons and daughters of Anarchy
Scumbags and hypocritical from the start
Bound to a series of flashy societal faux pas
Of our ancestrial schizoid manic Maniacs
Passed down through years of heavy screams
Oi!, Boots, Mohawks and we only lack brainiacs
Cause the simplicity of our own narrow minds
Bury the causes that we wish for others to hear
Because in design the scene is built to crumble
Under the weight of absolute acceptance and fear
Yet there are those of us who have become lifers
Never learned how to survive any other way
Sometimes able to mimic the the rest of society
But time’s teeth will bare the price we pay
Skin nor punk cannot be anything more
Though through ink and scars our stories told
Songs of glory and debaucherous violence
The disease we spread to expand our fold
