All-Punk-Cons

It’s the same song but we hear different words It’s the same film but different actors play the roles It’s the same life but we’re not who we were You think you’ve walked this path before Sometime in the future You think you’ve heard that bird call once You wrote it down to sing It’s hard for me to stand here now As I watch this life destroy you How selfish you are to act like this As you clasp the pills so tight Do you remember how she held your hand? Do you remember each kiss like the first? Do you remember holding her close to you? Do you remember her white wedding dress? And you can’t

I’ve got good directions And I’ve got bad intentions Don’t knock me down and hold me back And we’re perfect for each other Give me sunshine, give me rain Give me silver, give me dirt Give me love, give me hate Give me lust, give me you Follow me to a secret cave Hold my hand and be afraid I’ll follow you to the ocean house That made the mother cry I’ve got no money, you’ve got no home I’ve got a telescope for the stars at night You’ve got no food, I’ve got no warmth You’ve got an empty picture frame Give me sunshine, give me rain Give me silver, give me dirt Give me lo

UNFINISHED SONGS/POEMS. Number One. (Untitled) If I had a chance to speak to the men Who run my country, the government I’d mess it up somehow in my usual way And not touch upon what people need to say I’d think about Woody and what he would do And I’d think about Karl and I’d feel such a fool Then I’d go home to my room and I’d gently weep About the promises they never did keep Number Two (Some men) Some men have a god Who keeps them from harm Others have a bottle At the end of their arm Some men have a gun And others have a fist Some men have a flower And they’re on a blacklist Number T

I’m younger than I wish to be This town owes too much to me And I try to fight but I can’t quite win They’re letting all the fascists in I’ll put my life right up for sale And break free from this political jail All the news is skilled propaganda Or save the precious, dying panda So Lord, don’t slow me down If I stay too long I know I’ll drown Lord, don’t stop me now Not before my final bow I’m stranded on this island here Things aren’t as simple as they appear And I can’t lose the battle of human kind But I can see the genocide begin to unwind So Lord, don’t slow me dow

I’m younger than I wish to be This town owes too much to me And I try to fight but I can’t quite win They’re letting all the fascists in I’ll put my life right up for sale And break free from this political jail All the news is skilled propaganda Or save the precious, dying panda So Lord, don’t slow me down If I stay too long I know I’ll drown Lord, don’t stop me now Not before my final bow I’m stranded on this island here

Tod's a mute, it doesn't matter why. It doesn't matter why, but Tod's a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he's on the other side and he's singing, he's singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn't any point because no-one's listening, because they're all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can't sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can't sing. Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound's only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never planned. Starts to paint