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Waiting at the Gate

I was walking with my friends....
The sun was going down, blinding our vision

Black and tans in our hands, holding back our frowns, saying goodbye once again...

Our summer days, had come to an end, we saddled up with precision
And this is when, our crazy night  had began....

We made our way to a buddies house, but, he wanted some time alone on his old stained couch....
To explore the inside of a new girlfriends blouse
While AC/DC played in the background....
"Giving The Dog a Bone"

We fully could comprehend.....
So,we finished our drinks
Thinking about an excuse for the group to leave
I couldn't believe how easy it was to pretend
Saying our goodbyes again, while stuffing beers up our sleeves

Another girl....
Was with our clan, and stuck by my side
Drunk and thoughtless, cold and heartless, the rest eventually died
I became her world, while the group faded away in the darkness
Leaving their mark spotless, by the broom of life
In my subconscious, hand in hand with a future wife?

But, after ma…

Tech No!

Followers kiss the rings....

Of their heavy metal kings
And raise their pints to punk rock heroes

It's a beautiful thing when the gospel sings...

And hip hop fills the pockets of ghetto kids with ones and zeroes
Folk singers tell stories of forgotten places....

Reminding us of the good and the bad, while cold beer chases

Blues men keep grim tales alive, and the devil waiting
And country plays in the background during barnyard dating

But, then there is techno, which I truly don't understand
It sounds like a car alarm while beating pots and pans
A mixture of Galaxy Quest and a rusty electric fan
Moving the bodies of a million retarded dancing fans
While improving drug dealer business plans
Fire whirl....
Consuming hearts patience
Enigmatic twirl...
Love succumbs to complaisance
Music fills the soul...
And builds different relations
From the cream of the crop....
To raver kid retardation

The Punk Years (Part Three)

After a couple months of practice we scored our first gig. The venue was at the now defunct "Blue Saloon", which was a local watering hole in North Hollywood. It was fun but something was definitely missing, other than the lack of audience.

 We kept on plugging away through out the local club scene in Los Angeles, and eventually, we figured out what we were doing wrong. There was no chaos. We were just another band paying their dues. We had the songs, but we needed something more to take us to the next level.

  So, one night as we were heading to another gig down in Santa Barbra, Paul and I had a conversation.....

Paul- Yo dude. I've been thinking about the shows that we've been playing, and I don't think that they are getting us anywhere.

Me- Agreed. Any ideas?

Paul- I'd rather be infamous than anonymous, so let's destroy this club tonight.

Me- (laughing) Sounds fun. What's the plan?

Paul- I brought along a couple bags of tortillas and popcorn, …

The Real Thing

“Here’s your change, sugar.”

“Umm…thanks.” The twenty something year woman responded, with hesitation.

   And when their hands came together, Harold, brushed his thumb against her palm, with a look that said, “You’re no Princess Leia…but, you’d do.”  She retorted with a quick,”Ewe..” and then made a bee line for the door, as quickly as possible.  “You come back anytime, sweet tits! I’ll be waiting for ya! Hee hee hee..”
   As soon as the door chime became silent, a shout came from a stack of Frito Lay boxes, that was blocking the middle aisle of this pathetic little gas and go that gathered dust in the Nevada sun.  “I don’t think she digs the bad boys, good buddy!” 

“Oh, she dug me alright. She’ll be back. You’ll see.”   
  Harold and Roy had been running the Silver Dollar Gas station ever since they had left high school, which was thirteen years prior, and other than Harolds brief stint in the U.S. Army, these two had been inseparable ever since. The rumors were that they were qu…

My Name is Revenge

The first time I seen her, she was sitting on a hill....
Locking in on her sights, getting ready for a kill...
She said, "Hey boy, get ready for attack." Cause, we gotta him em hard, and we gotta hit em fast.


The second time I seen her, she was crossing the border....
Armed to the teeth, with her kill orders.

She said, " Hey boy, get ready for attack.". Cause, we gotta him em hard, and we gotta him em fast.


The third time I seen her, she was hanging at a party....
She did a shot of whiskey while stepping over dead bodies....
She said, " Hey boy, get ready for attack.". Cause, we gotta him em hard, and we gotta him em fast.


The fourth time I seen her, climbing out a window....
Duffle bag in her hand, going the way the wind blows....
She said, "Hey boy, get ready for attack."Cause we got to him them hard, and we got to hit them fast


The fifth time I seen her, running down an alley.....
A cop on her tale, named Officer O'Mally
She said, "Hey boy,…

Home Town

A young man slouched in his chair...

The first period bell rang, he wished he didn't have to be there
Over the P.A., his principal sang a good morning to his nightmare
As the girl in front of him, shuffled through her bag for her compact mirror

Young in mind, and doing time through the public school system
Criticized for not being hypnotized, his teachers would diss him

A worksheet had found him, that had traveled from the front
Questioning his future, he read the bold headed font, it said....

After you graduate, what do you want.....
To do with you life?
A fancy car, a career, a trophy wife?

He paused and thought...