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2004-09-24 10:26:31 ET It doesn't all rhyme (and sometimes the rhymes are terrible) and I lost the rhythm in some places. But I don't give a shit and neither should you. PUnk ROck ANthem ~ by "me" I know my best friend would understand, if she were only here. She would offer me a cigarette, and pour me another beer. I'm sure that a punk rock anthem would ring clear through the night while she held my hand and kept watch through the long, hard night. I know that she would empathize when I try to explain the situation I'm in she's been there and done that and knows how everything can look so damn grim. She would tell me that I need another coat of eyeliner and my t-shirt isn't tight enough She'd tell me not to walk away but party while you're young. She'd know that you can miss someone even when you speak and knowing someone's out there isn't enough to mend the breach. She'd know about the hefty sighs and late night tears in bed She'd know about all these things even though they never left my head. With one look she'd know all the troubles and the trials and she'd soothe the cracks upon my heart with beer and smoke and smiles. ********************************************************** Southernmost ~ The Lucksmiths "Weekends away: These were the happiest days Ill with the thrill of the chase They’d take a train Take off Friday for the coast In summer they’d go southernmost Where the sky was swimming-pool blue And the swimming pool was too And every single weekend They’d dive in at the deep end And come Monday morning His skin still smelled like chlorine Remember when forever seemed just fine? Seen through glasses of rose coloured wine They’d sit up all night talking Now she’s sound asleep to the sound of his walkman And every single weekend The divide between them deepens A curse across the kitchen He might still be within spitting distance But there’s only one way to find out... Take heart Take a train to the coast Take heart Take a train southernmost Take heart" |
