For anna, bogus

Since you couldn't send a PM to them about this, how about writing a--oh, I don't know--maybe a poem about it. :catgrin:
 
You just couldn't say it
Not in 1976, not on TV
But they said it

To a nation of outraged parents
Who never actually did it
And whose children
Just somehow, arrived
Unbegat and unrelated to sex

You just couldn't say it
But it made so much sense
Even more when snarled

Out went the blues
Pink Floyd albums were chucked
Hair was cut and peace dumped
We lived in urban squalor
Why pretend we were civilized?

You just couldn't say it
We were brought up with manners
Politeness was the rule
It helped us get along
And kept us in our place

Hippys had dropped out
But hey! We'd never dropped in
We were supposed to be happy
With the little we had

Well FUCK YOU!
 
WickedEve said:
Since you couldn't send a PM to them about this, how about writing a--oh, I don't know--maybe a poem about it. :catgrin:
Because I knew it would inspire, me mates.
What are you my personal PITA, BTW?
 
anonamouse said:
Because I knew it would inspire, me mates.
What are you my personal PITA, BTW?
I was hoping your thread was leading to poetry. I have received complaints lately about non poetry threads on the board. I have no way of knowing if your mates are going to be inspired or not to write poetry. The thread gives no clue to whether or not it's a poetry thread. So I made a simple and friendly suggestion, which it seems I didn't need to. But why even bring it up? And you are my Pain In The Ass.
 
WickedEve said:
I was hoping your thread was leading to poetry. I have received complaints lately about non poetry threads on the board. I have no way of knowing if your mates are going to be inspired or not to write poetry. The thread gives no clue to whether or not it's a poetry thread. So I made a simple and friendly suggestion, which it seems I didn't need to. But why even bring it up? And you are my Pain In The Ass.
How sweet of you.
 
"'They have the Sex Pistols on CD,' he said. The statement hung there, accusing me of something." (1985)
 
Neil Young says.....

The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
Is this the story of johnny rotten?
It’s better to burn out ’cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten.
 
Lauren Hynde said:
Everywhere. ;)


I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breatherd the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

I've been to:
Reno
Chicago
Fargo
Minnesota
Buffalo
Toronto
Winslow
Sarasota
Whichta
Tulsa
Ottowa
Oklahoma
Tampa
Panama
Mattawa
LaPaloma
Bangor
Baltimore
Salvador
Amarillo
Tocapillo
Barranquilla
And Padilla

I'm a Killer
I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breatherd the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

I've been to:
Boston
Charleston
Dayton
Lousiana
Washington
Houston
Kingston
Texarkana
Monterey
Fairaday
Santa Fe
Tollaperson
Glen Rock
Black Rock
Little Rock
Oskaloussa
Tennessee
Tinnesay
Chickapee
Spirit Lake
Grand Lake
Devil's Lake
Crater Lake

For Pete's Sake
I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breatherd the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

I've been to:
Louisville
Nashville
Knoxville
Omerback
Shereville
Jacksonville
Waterville
Costa Rock
Richfield
Springfield
Bakersfield
Shreveport
Hakensack
Cadallic
Fond du Lac
Davenport
Idaho
Jellico
Argentina
Diamondtina
Pasadena
Catalina

See What I Mean
I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breatherd the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

I've been to:
Pittsburgh
Parkersburg
Gravelburg
Colorado
Ellensburg
Rexburg
Vicksburg
Eldorado
Larimore
Adimore
Habastock
Chadanocka
Shasta
Nebraska
Alaska
Opalacka
Baraboo
Waterloo
Kalamazoo
Kansas City
Souix City
Cedar City
Dodge City

What A Pity
I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man
Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere​
 
anonamouse's link said:
The scrawled note, posted at thefilthandthefury.co.uk, states in Pistol-ian fashion (sic): "Next to the Sex Pistols, rock and roll and that hall of fame is a piss stain. Your museum. Urine in wine. We're not coming. We're not your monkeys. If you voted for us, hope you noted your reasons. Your anonymous as judges but your still music industry people. We're not coming. Your not paying attention. Outside the shit-stream is a real Sex Pistol."
I suppose he doesn't like critique either?

Slam it up against a wall
beat it 'til it bleeds
a little gunshot wound
to the head's
what a sexy monkey needs

Johnny Rotten's got
a mouth that swishes
round my wine
I guess that means
the rock I love
will gather dust with swine.
 
one of my all time favorites

RISE
(Lydon/Laswell)
Published by Warner Chappell Music Ltd / MCA Music Ltd
© 1986 Virgin Records Ltd

I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be wrong

I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be black
I could be white
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be white
I could be black

Your time has come
Your second skin
The cost so high
The gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be right

II could be wrong
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be right
could be black
I could be white
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be black
I could be white
They put a hot wire to my head
Cos of the things I did and said
They made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be right

I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be black
I could be white
I could be right
I could be wrong
I could be black
I could be white
Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be wrong

They put a hot wire to my head
Cos of the things I did and said
They made these feelings go away
A model citizen in every way
Your time has come your second skin
Cost so high the gain so low

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy (repeat)
 
ha ha ha indeedle-dee deed.

I am not sure if apoem can come from this from me tonight, so so sleepy ate half a bag of licorice to not fall asleep on the road wish I had the energy to be angry

but ha ha ha
google me my history
twenty years past
yeah yeah mother
who's the mother now
who's you mama
and yours and who is going to cut it down bite size
who is going to chew down the two and a half grand
sit at my table tonight?

god you know Johnny Rotten told me
my poetry was too literal
and he told me I looked like that Belinda girl
from the Go-go's and maybe I should stick
with cute mother fucker
stick with the cute look
work with what I got
got a razor mother fucker
carve your name and no not with a fountain pen
Morrissey pussy pussy come here pussy tear drops

yeah yeah Johny Rotten stole my Sun In
Jumped my fense when the parent's were gone
kissed me rough chinned stratches
while our best friends fucked in my bed
yeah yeah Johnny Rotten stole my Sun-In
said pass it round baby pass it round
and sing me that verse bout
two weeks without you and I still
haven't gotten over you yet
I got Johnny in a nipple twist hold
spin me round your fly wheel baby
road race road race trace my tracks
through Manayunk over the bridge
over the bridge
may the road rise to you

Yeah yeah Johnny Rotten
I got a package addressed to you
on the shelf of my childhood room
one of the boroughs of NYC
some place you crashed for the off season
twenty years ago
twenty years ago
Johnny Rotten told me
Jenn, your poetry is too damn literal
 
You can always look back with a jaundiced view but punk was a liberation, it allowed you to say FUCK OFF to the establishment, dump your flares and cut your hair and stick your crotch out at a copper and say, I've got BOLLOCKS!

Hmm Cathy my girlfriend at the time didn't have bollocks though and was too cultured and polite to spit and shout 'fuck off', prefering to speak with a nice cut glass accent that said daddy had a lot of money but she was pretty loose and a revelation in bed (at least for someone of my age at the time).
 
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