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Thursday, April 3, 2008
it was a fuck you kind of day
It was a fuck you kind of day You spoke and no one listened You dropped things all day and when you bent to pick it up You hit your head and someone laughed Nobody laughed when you made a joke But they knew what was funny
It was a fuck you kind of day Like the invisible man no one could see you People couldn’t move over or walk around you Like stupid robots with dying batteries they charged right at you The world gave up on me and no amount of Drink or drugs or atomic bombs were going to straighten them out.
rot and roll
“Rock n roll never forgets” but it rots I’ve seen it rot Rot ‘n roll I used to walk by the antique junk yard on my way home A dirty, ugly statue of Chuck Berry made of shit brown bronze Holding a guitar with his goofy pompadour Legs splayed like hot shit on a shit stick Then one day I walked by and his left arm was gone Who the hell did that?
The following week half his right leg was gone That must suck he can’t do his stupid splits any more Two weeks later half his face was broken off I never saw bronze break like that A week later the guitar neck was all broken off The rotting rock star was in trouble I couldn’t wait to see what was coming off the following week But alas the stature disappeared The moral of the story is Rot n roll always forgets that’s just the problem. blackbird fan club
Walking to the bank for silver coins With my inky black hair Some wings flap by my ear and I feel needles in my head A fucking crow has landed on my head and he’s sitting there In Koreatown everybody has black hair But this crow decided my head belonged to him He flew right off seconds later Fuckin’ demon
2 months later Walking to Rite Aid past the puke strewn parking lot With my raven feather black hair Again I hear some flapping by my ear and claws in my scalp Another fucking crow has landed on my head Koreatown again aren’t there enough black heads to land on? He flew off and landed on the ground I stared at him He stared at me, looking like “Well, fucker, what about it? I like your crazy black head” Finally a fan I can relate to