I hear punk inside my ears
I play it, I do, on a giant Wurlitzer, Sid Vicious bellows in the Cathedral air
The altar sways, the stained glass rumbles
God says: Not so loud, I'm trying to sleep
OK, the dream ends, like a last bloody slam dance
I hide beneath the pews
Await till the bleary morning rises
Play punk no more
God the landlord says so
cul de sac
1 month ago
3 comments:
Punk Cathedral music -- call Patti Schmidt at the CBC and get that genre officially registered!
We need to hammer out what conventions define this genre.
Old Ollie
truth transcends convention
hp
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