“She said she felt an aching,
went to lay down and died
in her room, alone
He said he tried to wake her
Oh, how he tried
but she didn’t move
And he was in the T.V. room..
Maybe on that day he loved her more than his own life
And maybe on that day he wished it was he who could have died
Maybe on that day he felt his body disappear into the space
Next to her on the bed.”
“And I feel so human sometimes,
it’s hard to read between the lies I tell myself just to get by
and I drink way too much and I fall and I can’t get back up
May all your dreams be filled with rum and lust
and in good company I say things I don’t really think
just to get an applause
and so I raise my glass to you, another person that I never knew
You’re all so easily amused
and may all your campfires be bright, may your only God be the pale moonligt!
and we’re all confused
may all my dreams be wasted with you!”
http://www.archive.org/details/BlackHeartRebellion-IllWriteToYouInBetterDays
“The sun is shining bright, hallelujah lord
The sun, yes, it is shining bright, hallelujah lord
Why oh why does the sun shine?
IT BURNS OUR SKIN AND HURTS OUR EYES!”
“Jag kommer med morgontåget till grönska och fågelsång
sen jag lämnat ungarna mina bland asfalt och stum betong
och du kallar mej jämt för “Lilla fru Blom” när du har nåt skit på gång
Dom säger att människor är lika värda, men vem är det då som bestämt
att jag städar åt kvinnor utan jobb som inte fyllt 45
och min egen mamma måste vi skicka till ålderdomshem
Med vilken rätt kan ni bo i villor som rymmer hundra dagisbarn?
Med vilken rätt kan ni betala så usel lön på din mans fabrik?
Nu bor ni i era villor, ska ni bo där länge till?
för ni bor där på vår bekostnad och bara så länge vi vill
Det är bäst ni låser grinden väl och minerar er utegrill”
“We’re all just wasted space, but what a beautiful waste!
I can’t think of a better way to throw our universe away
We kill fuck and destroy, we love and we create
and constantly continue to re-create”
http://www.archive.org/details/SongsBy37Cents
“And it’s true that we’re teenage fools,
trading five days a week for work and school
Just to sneak around on weekends, watching for the cops
to waltz in abandoned parking lots..
and call these cracks in the system a revolution!”
http://www.archive.org/details/SongsByJohnnyHoboAndTheFreightTrains
“This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright # 154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don’t give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that’s all we wanted to do.” /Woody Guthrie
“As I went walking, I saw a sign there
and the sign it said: no trespassing
But on the other side, it didn’t say nothing
that side was made for you and me” / from the song This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie
“Some people rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen.” /Woody Guthrie
“Take off your Carhartts and your bandana
your name ain’t suitcase – your name’s Amanda.
You haven’t bathed since you left Montana
cuz you’re in to trains and anarchy!”
“These are a bunch of songs about rigid 16 year old ideologies, nostalgia, and eating people.”
WILD BUNNYNIGHTS 