Historia Calamitatum

Watch this, and once again, I am asking everyone that can vote to vote on Tuesday. There is a storm that is on the horizon is these crocks get into office. If you think things have been bad now, they will only get worse after this election if there is a mega shift. This country was hurt greatly from 2001-2008 by less extreme policies that were set into place. Can you imagine what is going to happen if my extreme policies get thrown into place? They say they want smaller government, but they want to privatize EVERYTHING! You know someone that goes to VA hospital, collects social security, needs health care. They want to take that away. I am someone that has been effected by the health care bill (known to the Tea Bagger/Republicans as Obamacare,) as to have most of you. You under 26 and don't have your own health care, guess what, your parents can cover you until you find a steady job that has health care. Pre-existing condition, I have one, insurnce used to be able to drop you, now that can't.

I am making an appeal to everyone out there. Use your minds, be smart. This country was founded on freedoms and rights, and we are about to watch a lot of them be taken away. I'm not saying go out and vote Democrat, Green, or Libertarian (Rent Is Too Damn High is acceptable,) but just vote. Don't just vote because your friends, parents are voting, use your opinions, use your ideals.

I do not like one thing that anyone has been saying from the right, ie Quayle, McCain and Brewer. It is scary. They believe in the all mighty dollar and neglect people who have to fight to get by. It is disturbing, and no one is seeing this.

Take what you want from this. (Copy and paste in your browser, and watch.)
www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39875964/ns/msnbc_tv-countdown_with_keith_olbermann/

So again, Tuesday, be smart. Think, show your voice and let it be heard. We will not go backwards, we want to go forwards and get better.

"When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke..."

As Keith says, good night, and good luck....-SS

On A Side Note

I came across something yesterday that made me raise my eyebrow. It was something kind of annoying if you ask me. The way you treat people reflect the kind of person you are. If you are going to treat people like crap, you too shall be treated like crap. I believe in fairness, and respect. Even though we may resent a person for certain reasons, we don't need to call them out for every little flaw that they have, especially if they are a friend. Friendships are key in moving in life, and if you want to burn bridges in friendships go ahead and do it. Connections lost will be the price that you have to pay.

What I saw was a note from a facebook page passed along to me via a friend. This note was rather disturbing, they said they were offended by it even though they were directly not named. The contents of this note was the write calling out all their friends for not supporting them. Meanwhile this person has no ground to stand on. Not once have they supported their own friends. This person chooses to neglect the needs of other when asked, and as karma would prevail this person receives nothing in return. Still the complaints continue.

This kind of behavior is really offensive. When things don't go your way, what right do you have to blame it on other people. When all your problems are caused by yourself, accept the blame and improve yourself. As of right now, you have no redeemable factors. I will never step on the toes of a friend like this person has in order for a personal gain. I rather climb somewhere with someone than alone. I believe that with someone by your side you really can do what ever you want. Back-up is a great feeling.

Another subject this person brought up was, lack of support for their band. When I was in a band, I pushed really hard to get my friends to come out to a show. Most didn't, and I really didn't mind. To me they just might have not found the music interesting, and may not have been entertained by it, so they choose other things to do with their money. Local shows are way too expensive for what they are. In all reality I don't want to waste $20 bucks to see a local band. Everything is out in Tempe, which is 26+ miles from my house. So figure gas, plus a ticket.

A local show doesn't really look good if you have only friends at it. It's looks good to you that there's people there, and okay, you brought 20 friends. That doesn't mean that people will stay to see you. Most local shows people leave after the band they want to see is done. There is no scene out here. Bringing 20 may sound like a big number to a show, but that is a very poor outing in all reality. Promoters want 40-50 to make sure that the venue is pleased (alcohol sales, vending sales), and also so they can make a buck. When all of their are your friends it is very noticeable. They tend to look disinterested and bland. Especially if they are there just to be there and haven't really found a liking in your music.

It is really this simple. There is no reason to bombast your friends for not supporting you when you don't support them. It is sad that you do that, this isn't the first time either. I know how your relationships have gone, and you treat them like shit, which is wrong. Eventually you will have burnt every bridge, and there will be no way back.

What I suggest this person does is, wake up and get their life together. Dropping out of college, and sitting home smoking weed all day is no way to live. This person is really a sad individual, and I know if they read this they will have stuff to say about me. So be it. Let them have their say. I know I am better than them, and this person does not deserve the little loyalty that they have received through the years.-SS

Survive

"Survive"
Now get up, and wipe the dirt off your hands
I don't need to hear it all again
We've been down this road, lets not go back
There is nothing left to console
Give in, or get the fuck out of this place
No one fucking understands

(Did you cry?)
As you watched the walls fall around you
(Ever ask why?)
You know we knew it would die from the start
(Did you cry)
Holding onto what anything left of a crumb
(Did you try?)
To save a flame as you sputtered out of control

Oh this angst has been killing me
Burnt out to a degree
We're both still alive
All we can do is survive

We can crash and burn, and die in the flame
All you can do is point fingers
I never have tried to say that you're the one to blame
But it's not that far from the truth
I think that we've lost this race
It's time that I leave this fucking place

(Did you cry?)
As you watched the walls fall around you
(Ever ask why?)
You know we knew it would die from the start
(Did you cry)
Holding onto what anything left of a crumb
(Did you try?)
To save a flame as you sputtered out of control

Oh this angst has been killing me
Burnt out to a drgeee
We're both still alive
All we can do is survive

{solo}

Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh Oho-Whoa-oh oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh Oho-Whoa-oh oh

(Did you cry?)
As you watched the walls fall around you
(Ever ask why?)
You know we knew it would die from the start
(Did you cry)
Holding onto what anything left of a crumb
(Did you try?)
To save a flame as you sputtered out of control

Oh this angst has been killing me
Burnt out to a degree
We're both still alive
All we can do is survive

Never Cease To Amaze Me

It always comes down to one thing. What is that one thing, we never really seem to know. It is something that gets in our way, or decision that alters what we are currently doing and where we'll go. I believe that every decision we make should lead to the best, nine out of ten times it does. There is always that one time that we do something so stupid we have to go back to square one. The fact is amazing. I can't wait till I really get hit with a dose of reality and see how I will handle it. That time is drawing so near as I prepare to move out. I made that decision that believe will help me.

My time line until move out starts in a few weeks. It all starts in November when I will be out searching for a car, I have an idea of what I want. Of course I need to pick what is going to be best for the environment. November also brings up the whole going through the room and getting rid of stuff I do not need any more. Then probably right after the semester ends I start packing all my stuff up and prepare to enter a life I have never known. I'm excited to do something awesome.

Another move I made was I left my band, if I'll say this until I vomit so be it. It has been one of the best decisions I have made in a very, very long time. Yes, I am an unemployed singer/guitar player/lyricist, but my life quality has greatly improved. I don't want to be something I'm not. I am not a druggie, I am not a fake individual even though I put up a facade while I was in the band. I just want to be who I am. A down to earth, chill dude with a lot to live for and has great ambition. I will not be thrown into a scene like that again. Then again, that scene is dead.

One of the small bands that was leading the way in that 80's glam revival has apparently lost it's singer. Which I find hysterical, one because he sucked, and two because it is again a sign of the times. I talked to the guitar player when I saw them in November of last year, and he was telling how he was getting into, drum roll please, Rise Against.

Wait...

An 80's glam revival guitarist was getting into Rise Against, this is blasphemous according to their scenes standards. Punk rock shouldn't cross that glam line. It was, and I have a feeling that this change of influence may have lead to the demise of this band. Or the singer just realized he sucked.

These people that are so tied into this glam rock revival need to see what qualifies for a real singer. First off you have to be able to sing acoustic, and not have the same voice you do with an electric band behind you. It doesn't sound good, and straining to hit that Vince Neil high not is not really cool anymore Modern music has gotten sick of people trying to do that. Honestly, I hated doing that when I sung, I like screaming, but I hate singing high. I'm a tenor, not a alto or anything above. I'm not operatic either, and would never want to be, they sound like shit.

I'm going to be me, sing with heart soul and emotion. If you don' like that, well then too damn bad. I will go else where. The guys that sing like I do, the heart and soul guys, tend to be better off. They don't kill their voice, and the emotion in the song is so much better captured. Just look at Strike Anywhere, and Thomas Barnett.

I would rather be a loser, than a fake popular. I want to be me, and not some falsely advertised person. It is tough to find people that are that way these days. I know a few, but they are so rare. If you will give me your heart and soul, and your real individuality, I will give you my all and my heart and soul in return.

Tonight we drink to those who are real, and who are living with a purpose. We mourn the loss of those who have been sucked into society of today. To them we say good-bye, and to the new individuals we shall meet along the way, we toast to clear skies ahead. Goodnight..-SS

Ten Commandments For Punk Guitarists

• Treat your guitar like shit and it will respect you.

• To get that mean fuckin' low end and still retain some highs in your sound, use only Gibson guitars. SG's and Les Pauls are the ultimate punk rock tools.

• Use only downstrokes. Downstrokes are the key to unlocking all punk rhythms.

• Plaster your guitars with stickers to prove that you're an individual. Remember, being uncool is cool, so one Van Halen is worth three Sex Pistols stickers.

• The Marshall JMP 100-Watt master volume head is the Holy Grail of amps. Other people get all hot and bothered about what kind of speakers and cabinets they use, but that's all bullshit. You can plug the JMP into virtually anything and it's going to sound wonderful.

• No open tunings. Grunge is not punk rock.

• Don't be self-indulgent. Limit your guitar solos to eight bars or less. Otherwise, you're playing metal.

• Never, ever play a show with a cigarette hanging out of your mouth. It's incredibly painful when a stage diver pushes off your face and smashes the red-hot cherry into your cheek.

• It may be punk to be fucked up at your day job, but when you take the stage you should be straight. It's hard to play music with intensity and speed when you're drunk.

• Do not stack Marshall cabinets. That's not punk, it's arena rock. The Ramones are the only band exempted from this rule.

Retro, Smells Like Shit To Me

Is there any hope for anyone of us to start living in the present. I mean politically, pop culture wise too. I mean you have republicans wanting to live in the past and try to revive Regan's corpse for shit's sake. Then you have music culture, look at Lady Gaga, do I sense a little bit of Madonna in her. Just a little bit. Original thought has gone out the window, this society has gone to one mass, and lost it's individuality. I'm curious to look back at our kids will think of our generation. There isn't a music movement and culture that is making this decade memorable, it's bland. I'm still hell bent on a punk revival in the next five years, especially with bands like Rise Against rising up.

I see it all over the map, kids thinking that the 80's were a good time. The music was sometimes good, but it was shit for the most part. The fashions sucked, hair was even worse, and of course we had Regan. One of the worst political times in the country. Why do bands try to find something that is dead? It's like beating a dead horse (no Guns N' Roses reference). So why try? If a band wants to do something that is retro, inject some life into it. Mix in the flavor of what is going on today, same for politics. I don't want to hear about something that was relevant about 25 years ago.

Now this is non sequitur about what I actually wanted to talk about tonight. I just don't think it is appropriate to talk about what is really on my mind. It is better off left unsaid for now.

"Hang tight, this one is still for you." Good night-SS

Afterglow

"Afterglow"
We are part of the young, and young and restless
Never knowing what true honesty means
Watching the future pass, hopeless and so breathless
This shout rings out into the night
Like a gunshot breaks the painful silence
But it always go unheard

The greed for love and lust,
Takes us no where, and spits us back

The faster we fall, the faster we fall
It's the pain in our hearts
That chases us all
The faster we fall, the faster we fall
Still stuck miles apart
In for the long hall

We fall,

It's the lie that we are led to believe, we're nothing
When we have come to trust anything
Even the ones you love can not be trusted
The pain always weighs out your pride
There is no where left to hide*

Watch it all turn into dust
As your everything turns black

The faster we fall, the faster we fall
It's the pain in our hearts
That chases us all
The faster we fall, the faster we fall
Still stuck miles apart
In for the long hall

It's the mistakes that we refuse to remember
As we watch the fading ember
Caught in the afterglow
We fall, we fall**

{solo}

The faster we fall
It's the pain in our hearts
The faster we fall
The faster (break)

The faster we fall, the faster we fall
It's the pain in our hearts
That chases us all
The faster we fall, the faster we fall
Still stuck miles apart
In for the long hall

It's the mistakes that we refuse to remember
As we watch the fading ember
Caught in the afterglow

{outro solo}
We fall, we fall
We fall, we fall

*Line screamt.
** Just second "we fall"

A Novel Idea!

My dystopian novel idea...

Story is set in the near future say maybe 40 or 50 years. It is a pre-WWIII society that is introduced. US and the EU have joined forces to form one giant nation, (not all of Russia joins, some parts go back to Communist like government circa 1955,) and the government has a massive Christan influence as seen in the extreme right of today. Certain rights have been taken away and such, massive privatization, religious restrictions. The world in the story is turned upside down when we are attacked by a rogue middle east country which forms a modernized version of axis-like powers.

Just use that as a trailer for what else I will add onto. Just a basic plot outline. Unlike in 1984 the war is real, and we have to face a change and take a look at our mistakes we have made, and realize the monster we have become.

Me Gusta El Punk Rock

Curiosity is always a good thing to have. Today I started to delve into more Bad Religion, this goes beyond music in it's relevance. Greg Graffin, the lead singer of the band, has a master degree in geology and anthropology. He has a PhD in something else, I don't want to get it wrong with what it is, but it is related. Of course Tim McIlrath from Rise Against was a majoring in English and sociology in college before he joined Rise Against, and they were signed. Then Mike McColgan for the Street Dogs was a Boston firefighter before he left after forming the Street Dogs.

I did a classic rock thing before, and followed blindly in the footsteps of those before me, and what do they stand for? Nothing. There is no meaning, and no purpose. Not only that they have no real standing in life. They were an entertainer, that is barely a part of society that can be looked and you can smile about later in life. What did the guys in these classic rock bands dream of becoming, I know some situations were a do or die kind of thing. They made that decision, they weren't ambitious to take it into their own hands to try and better things. They just took what was given, and did nothing. Become a functioning member of society. These guys that I like in these punk bands mean so much more than just music.

The dream that I am chasing down in all reality is to become a firefighter, and Mike told me to shoot for that because it "is the best job in the world to have." I'm kind of stuck for now because of the state I live in, but I swear by the time I'm 25 I will be a firefighter somewhere. I have four cities I want to go to. Boston, Chicago, Los Angeles, or New York. The FDNY is the full goal for me. You look at Greg, he has a masters in geology so you know he is a smart dude. I've talked about Tim before. It is just great to see that these guys have something besides just music that they wanted to do, or stand for. That's what punk rock is to me. It's not about the music, it's about the message and what you stand for.

These classic rock bands, and my former band mean nothing. They have no dreams to follow but people that already did what they are trying to do. The guys from the 80's they stood for everything that the republicans stood for in the 80's. The excess isn't always best. I know I used to say the opposite, but you grow up and realize what is really important. The motto sex, drugs, and rock n' roll is one of the worst to live by. Live fast die young, on the other hand was something that counter-cultures of the 70's and late 60's came up with. Strangely enough a lot of those groups modern punk bands would connect with.

In a world that has been turned upside down, do you really think people want to hear about stuff that they can never have. It is a different time. Just imagine if modern rock was around in the 30's, and no one had anymore. Do you really think they would want to hear about how much money you have made off of them, or how about you pissed away your cash on petty thing. I really think we have lost touch with ourselves and our true meaning of life.

That's what I have for now. Just my ten cents after looking into these guys that I look up to.-SS

Lost In Thought

Sometimes I am led to believe I have the strangest thought pattern. Not only that, some of the strangest points of empathy, sympathy, and all the -pathys. It's just really plagued my mind lately. Sometimes it really makes me wonder if I am really normal in the head, or do other people think this way, and visualize the same thoughts.

What's been going on in my mind lately, just strange thoughts that is the best way to describe them. One of the thoughts that has been running in my mind has been, what someone's last conscious thought must be like. I recently saw a video of a kid in Europe hanging himself and it made me think what those final moments must be like, and what it is like seeing anything for the last time. This ked was face first into a wall as he hung himself. I also saw the one where the guy from Pennsylvania killed himself in public. I just wonder what it is like. There is no intention from me to see that, I believe life is way too valuable, but I wonder. Especially since my grandfather passed in April, I wonder what the last thing he saw. He passed away in his sleep, and that is the most peaceful way to go, but also the scariest because it comes on without notice. It's the most peaceful though. The day I go, I don't want to know about it, I want to just go. Some 70 years from now, I hope I just one night fall asleep, and pass, and leave with a smile on my face.

I also have been thinking about other peoples perspectives. What they see, and what they may feel. It is something that I have found interesting. I know we are all not alike, and we all have different feelings and personal image, but I always wonder if people are content with how they are. When they look at other people, do wonder what it must be like, and wonder what they have seen. It is perplexing to me. It really is.

Lets digress away from this, and go somewhere else for a while.

Going to be writing a paper for my English class about the current recession and who caused it, I will post it here because it is tied into what I a, writing about here. I have a general idea about where the paper is going to for, I hate having to point the finger, but it needs to be done. I'm tired of people pointing the finger in teh wrong direction. If we can't find teh right cause, and fix it, then we are just a time bomb waiting to explode again. It's just a college students paper, so it can't be taken seriously of course.

The day of me moving to Flagstaff is getting close. I have been narrowing down the window of when I am going to move. I am currently looking by the first weekend of January, not the weekend of the first through the third. Rather the following weekend to move up there. I am going up to Flagstaff to look at housing and other stuff sometime around the first week of Nov, it's a campus tour thing I have to check out, but not sure on the date. Living on my own, and getting ready to learn how to fly. Good stuff!

This semester has been better than ones past. There are actually girls in my classes that are worth trying to go after, and in every one of my classes. Compared to years past this is a breath of fresh air. Unfortunately my pen trembles in my hand when I think about trying to write one of them in this story. Why? My moving out of town, and I haven't had much luck with the Phoenix-Flagstaff LDR kind of thing. Maybe a second chance will make that much of a difference.

Note on the band progress. Once again trying to line something up with my brother. He says he is in contact with a bass player, and a drummer. So if this works, this could be the direction to go. I know how to work out on the scene, so already this band could have a jump start on things. Kind of like how 88FL lead into Rise Against. It's jsut one of those lets wait and see kind of things.

That's all I have for now. I will be getting back to writing more, just because I feel as though I have been slacking these past few weeks. That's all.-SS

It Gets Better

"It Gets Better"
They say not to talk about it
Like the elephant that's sitting on your chest
It's not a problem, just how we behave
All we can do is just give it our best
I guess that sometimes that's not enough
But through it all, we'll weather out the storm

I can see the light, but not quite yet
Giving up, is never a safe bet

So as we walk along, down all the dimmy lit halls
Pictures and broken promises hanging on the walls
Don't have to say everything in just a letter
Like the sun rising, everything gets better

They throw you down, and call you names
But you try to forget about
Like a sore thats festering inside you
Looking for another way to get out
It's always darkest before the dawn
And the night never seems to want to end

I can see the light, but not quite yet
Giving up, is never a safe bet
So as we walk along, down all the dimly lit halls
Pictures of broken promises hanging on the walls
Don't have to say everything in just a letter
Like the sun rising, everything gets better

{solo}

This isn't the end,
Life is what we make it
And we won't let them take it
So lets just try and bend
And lets not break it

So as we walk along, down all the dimly lit halls
Pictures and broken promises hanging on the walls
Don't have to say everything in just a letter
Like the sun rising, everything gets better

Letter to Zack de la Rocha

Dear Zack,
My name is Shane Pogue, I am a 20 year old college student in Phoenix, AZ. Now don't jump to conclusions because I live in Arizona. My personal beliefs sit way to the left, and I too am against this SB 1070. Our Governor Jan Brewer is incompetent and should be voted out this Nov. This bill does not reflect the true thoughts and ideas of the state, if anything it is the exact opposite of what we as residents truly feel. At any college out here, or university, U of A, ASU, NAU Grand Canyon, you will find dozens, upon dozens of students who strongly disagree with this bill. Yes, there are some idiots in this state that staunchly support this blasphemous bill, but it in all reality is a small percentage. We haven't been able to find someone, or something to rally around and start causing a stir and raise eyebrows and possibly get this repealed. There are a lot of older folk out here that have very conservative beliefs, which sadly we are out numbered by, but you never hear from them.

I am asking you, and I am trying to appeal to your reason with this letter. I am asking you to lift your Sound Strike, please hear me out on this. Stop this Sound Strike, and come to Phoenix, Flagstaff, Tucson, or anywhere in this state and see the oppressed, and see the masses that are against it. There is no point in having a concert 400 miles away to protest this horrendous bill. I recently spent close to $500 to see Rise Against in California, because I fear not seeing my favorite band for a very long time because of this strike. I would do it again, but I'm a college student, and money is very tight. It is wrong to make us who are standing against 1070 here have to travel to see our favorite band and spend money we may not have to see them. We have had no control over this.

I know I am not the only one out in this state of no rain that would like you and Rage, and all of the Sound Strikers to come here and rally the base that is in hiding because we live in fear out here. If anything go up to Flagstaff which is a really, really liberal part of state, there's no racist sheriff, and it's much cooler than Phoenix. As I mentioned before, I am not the only person in this state that feels this way. We as residents see so much wrong with this bill, and want to fight against it, but we don't have a true leader, or figure to follow. If anything this strike is showing that we have no support from the musicians that we love. Please don't abandon us like our elected officials have done. Don't let two wrongs make another. Help us raise our fists, and our voice.

I will admit I am not a Rage fan, but I am a huge Rise Against fan and would do anything to see that band because of what they mean to me, and how they changed my life so greatly in so many positive ways. I'm not the only one in this state that feels this strongly about this band, and your band too. So please, re-think the Sound Strike, and please come out to Arizona and voice your opinion here, we will support it and help prop us up and show that there is still some good will out here in this cold world. Thanks.

Just Run

"Just Run"
Lets throw caution to the wind
And let it take us anywhere
It’s you and me and the setting sun
With no need to prepare

These chains that we were bound to break
Have finally loosened up
This is the chance that we should take
Because we might not get a second chance

We don’t need no reservations,
Just looking for some place to run
We don’t have a full agenda
Lets chase down the setting sun
Yeah, we don’t need no reservations
All we need is some fresh air

All you hear is that your nothing
An escape seems so far away
There is always something better (somewhere out there)
There’s no reason you have to stay

A dream that’s so dear departed
Like a song stuck in your head
It’s always there to remind you
Lets just leave this, and let it go unsaid

We don’t need no reservations,
Just looking for some place to run
We don’t have a full agenda
Lets chase down the setting sun
Yeah, we don’t need no reservations
All we need is some fresh air

As you wearing thin, there’s no need to give in
Let you feet the ground, and just run
It is all going to come down to this
Lets race the setting sun

{solo}

These chains that we were bound to break
Have finally loosened up
This is the chance that we should take
Because we might not get a second chance

We don’t need no reservations,
Just looking for some place to run
We don’t have a full agenda
Lets chase down the setting sun
Yeah, we don’t need no reservations
All we need is some fresh air

Street Dog Show

Was intense.

It wasn't a big crowd but it was enough to get rowdy and crazy. Here's what the Street Dogs are, a big local band in every town they play in. Basically picture the best punk band in Phoenix playing a show at the Clubhouse, but every town they go to they're like that. It is the first time I've seen them play a full set, and this being my fourth time seeing them. I can't say that about Against Me!, and I've seen them the same amount of times.

We got there when the doors opened at 6:30, and we kind of were expecting a bigger crowd, but my predictions were wrong. There was little, to no one there and I was able to get to the front of the stage, and center. There was this chick that came up to the front of the stage and we started talking. She was very attractive, but there's always a catch with these girls I meet at concerts. She was very much interested in me, but I found out a fact that I didn't like, and was a big turn off. She apparently has two kids. I don't think she is married either. 24, and two kids, damn. I felt ind of bad because I think she might have been hurt by the fact I stopped talking to her. She seems like someone that has been scorned many a time by guys.

Anyways...

Street Dogs went on and it started getting nuts. Flatfoot 59 bgot the crowd warmed up nicely. They put on a great show. They are very tight live, and very drunk (not really). There was a lot of beer on stage. I got showered by Mike's PBR before one of the songs. I had a fear of driving home and smelling like beer. Was able to jump up on stage, now a stage dive kind of show not really enough people do do that. Although people did, this one HUGE native guy did and ultimately the crowd could not hold his weight. Then after the show I got to speak with Mike about the fire department, seeing how he was a Boston firefighter before he started the Street Dogs. I told him that I wanted to go back and join the FDNY, he said to me that it is the hreatest job you can have and it is a good dream and that I should follow it. Good guy, you can actually have a conversation with him. Talked about a few other things too.

So that was the Dogs concert. Next up, Bad Religion. The year of punk rock concerts moves forward!-SS

Burning Bridges (Fuck This Town)

“Burning Bridges (Fuck This Town)”
Where did we go wrong, did we ever get it right
Through these blood shot eyes, we’ll make it tonight
After all the smoke has cleared, and worlds gone quiet
Stand out in the pouring rain, hold out for the riot

I’ll throw the match, and you pour on the gas
We’ll light up the night, when no ones around

We built this bridge to burn it down
Now we got no where to go (Oh---)
We built this bridge just to watch it burn
We’ll sit in the warming glow(Oh--)
We built this bridge to burn it down
Dead end no where, fuck this town

All the standards, that we will refuse to meet
Like wearing a suit and tie, conforming to Wall Street
There’s power when we’re standing her together
Weaker when apart, I guess it’s fair weather

I’ll throw the match, and you pour on the gas
We’ll light up the night, when no ones around

We built this bridge to burn it down
Now we got no where to go (Oh---)
We built this bridge just to watch it burn
We’ll sit in the warming glow(Oh--)
We built this bridge to burn it down
Dead end no where, fuck this town

We’ll throw ourselves to the breeze,
Even though the stars stand ill at ease
Well watch it all burn,
We’ll watch it fucking burn!
I’ll throw the match, and you pour on the gas
We’ll light up the night, when no ones around

We built this bridge to burn it down
Now we got no where to go (Oh---)
We built this bridge just to watch it burn
We’ll sit in the warming glow(Oh--)
We built this bridge to burn it down
Dead end no where, fuck this town

Been Gone For A While Now

I realized that I haven't said anything lately. More less haven't had much to say. I've been sick the last six days and haven't felt like really doing much. Went to a party on Saturday, which was the only real highlight of the last few days. Being sick does tend to make everything slow down. Got the Street Dog concert coming up on Thursday. The Fall of concerts continues. I have some more lyrics I am going to post, stuff I wrote in class two weeks ago that I haven't converted into text yet.

That's really it for now. I got nothing to mumble about-SS