Jimmeh (born_stubborn) wrote,
Jimmeh
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my closest friend... linoleum.

Yeah, sometimes I get inspired by a bunch of shit other people write.



"All Outta Angst," NOFX
"I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me
And there's something wrong with that

So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam
Fundamentalism, forget that rock 'n' roll
No cigarette, no drink, in fact
It's difficult to think about getting laid
When you don't even get to see her face
I'm not insane

I'm not insane, I'm not liquored up
I got nothing to do, nothing to lose
I got no place to call home

One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me,
There's something wrong with that

Next stop Mongolia
Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya
Throw out that handicap
No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's
Difficult to sing when it's 20 below
And that's during the day
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
I'm not insane"


"There's No I In Team," Good Riddance (this song caught my ear from Pandora this morning.)
"I can still remember times
Of prosperity while staring clear eyed
With broad strokes of promise
We coloured highlights of our future and
something we'll never get
Until we look back with sincere regret
Is our american dream subject to
collapse beneath their density

And we'll break before we bend
With tomorrow as yet undetermined
You can write your congressmen
And take your grievences to the highest level
To achieve a common end
To serve the bourgeois, the laissez-faire

Citizens duty-bound so we play our part
If you kill the brain
Then you'll stop the heart
And we foster the illusion of a
Democratic archetype
Can we forge hope from this devastation
And bring about participation
To stem the apathetic tide
Now poised to wash us all away

And we break before we bend
With tomorrow as yet undetermined
We achieve such selfish ends
'Till we concern ourselves with the plight of others
you can write your congressmen
And fucking spit in the wind
For all the good it'll do you friend

We havent got the luxury
Of neutral oberservation
'Cause when its said and done
We stand or fall as one
And though the situations grave
I think its worth the risk to save
This notion of the free
And the asylum of the brave


"Swing Life Away," Rise Against (This recording is completely acoustic.)
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you hold my hand

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away [x4]


"What Happened To My Radio?" Buck O' Nine (Big business took it over. Duh!)
"oh no not again please tell i'm wrong
it's been ten minutes since they played this song
or is it the band with the one word name
i get so confused it all sounds the same
the dj must think i'm crazy
or maybe just an idiot
last week he was spinning country
now alternative rock is the shit
just who do they think they're fooling
with this backwards regiment
they shove it so far down your throat
it's swallowed with an english accent
what happened to my radio?
it used to be cool
now it just blows
i've been waiting more than an hour
for the request that i just made
we'll see what we can do about it
must mean they're gonna throw it away
they say that they play new music
that it's better than the rest
switch the channel it's a carbon copy
take the cutting edge and slit my wrists
who has all the luck? who has all the fans?
they make a million bucks and burn it in your hands
who has all the luck? who has all the fans?
they tell you that you're fucked!
but you don't understand"

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