Went to an all day concert yesterday. The last stanza should remind you of something.
Feel the drum beat in your chest
Hear the bass riff, thats the best
Watch the girls, the sun heads west
And move among the crowd
Scream the screams of moshing might
Ride the wave with jeans so tight
Shout the anthem, punks will fight
In the noisy crowd
High on joy and crashing sound
High on love of live abound
High on lack of sleep, come 'round
To rumblings in the crowd
Now for softer, think of love
Dreamy anthems float above
You to music, now betrothed
Sing, and sing aloud
Pain, it burns us! augh my ears!
Mutilate me, show my fears!
Stut the hell up, bag those leers,
The screams are just too loud
Ride back home at midnight blankly
Now my ears will never thank me
And my thoughts they wander to
Dreams of stadiums through that door.
While i sit there slightly sleeping
Vaguely wondering, thoughts are creeping
Off to futures maybe playing,
Playing in a band some more
"Maybe someday soon," i mumbled,
"Someday soon i'll play much more"
"Someday my guitar will soar."
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2007-09-02 at 17:57
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***Feel the drum beat in your chest
Hear the bass riff, thats the best
Watch the girls, the sun heads west
And move among the crowd
Scream the screams of moshing might
Ride the wave with jeans so tight
Shout the anthem, punks will fight
In the noisy crowd
High on joy and crashing sound
High on love of live abound
High on lack of sleep, come 'round
To rumblings in the crowd
Now for softer, think of love
Dreamy anthems float above
You to music, now betrothed
Sing, and sing aloud
Pain, it burns us! augh my ears!
Mutilate me, show my fears!
Stut the hell up, bag those leers,
The screams are just too loud
Ride back home at midnight blankly
Now my ears will never thank me
And my thoughts they wander to
Dreams of stadiums through that door.
While i sit there slightly sleeping
Vaguely wondering, thoughts are creeping
Off to futures maybe playing,
Playing in a band some more
"Maybe someday soon," i mumbled,
"Someday soon i'll play much more"
"Someday my guitar will soar."
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2007-09-02 at 17:57
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