A vague expression and a silent motive
to take this shithole by the fucking throat
and then it’s on our hands.
And that’s how the new world began.
When i was younger (and this seems so long ago now it is scary) the lyrics of primarily three bands fell from a bored, daydreamy mind to the margins of my school books: Propagandhi, the Promise Ring, and Dillinger 4. Those were the lyrics i, through detachment or desperation, defined my want of the world, anger, discontent, desire, all those teenage things, ink to paper. Lyrics like those above seemed so far and above all other bands’. An intelligence and grasp i did not yet have (and would never get). Oh the days i could whittle down everything i was feeling and everything i wanted to release to mere punk rock lyrics. Why don’t i have that anymore?
I’ll go back to my mother’s house and find an old history book to scan the above lyrics written word for word in the margin. And no s@#thole in place of shithole either. Word for word. I was tough in high school.
