My Punk Lyrics

I turned on my college station the today. I haven’t listened to KCPR in a long time. It seems the only venue for music listening these days is either in my car or playing name that tune with my girlfriend as we leave The Dish on the 80’s channel. In the car, I usually chose my mp3’s or a CD. So, I haven’t seen the left of the dial in a long time.

Today, it isn’t the Burnt Dog Radio of old. However, during my chase across town for a samich’ at lunch I gave it the old college try again and loved it. I’m not sure who or what the band was, but it was fun to hear punk again.

It was punk the way punk should be; hard-driving, harsh lyrics, with anger pointed toward pop culture and convention. Screaming lyrics into a mic. Punk.

I tried to imagine me standing at CBGB’s now as the lead singer and lyricist of a modern punk band. Today, the lyrics I’d scream into a mic might go something like this.

BOUGHT ANOTHER CHINESE CHICKEN SALAD DRESSING AND I ALREADY HAD ONE IN THE FRIDGE, DAMN!
I STILL LIKE CHEESE, BUT SHOULDN’T EAT IT BECAUSE OF HIGH CHOLESTEROL.
STUPID LIPITOR IS EXPENSIVE, BUT I PILL SPLIT, I HATE PILLS.
I HAVE A PLUMBING ISSUE UNDER MY SINK, LEAKED THROUGH TO THE KITCHEN BELOW. THIS COULD MEAN MOLD. BUT IT IS A RENTAL SO I DON’T CARE. I JUST DON’T CARE.
DIVORCE SUCKED. I’M HAPPIER NOW ANYWAY. BUT IT SUCKED.
CELL PHONE DOESN’T HAVE GOOD SERVICE AT HOME. I REFUSE TO BUY A LANDLINE.
NEW BRAKES ON AN OLD CAR ARE EXPENSIVE. F-WORD.
TWISTED MY NECK CAMPING. CHIROPRACTER HELPED. STILL HURTS SOME THOUGH. OUCH!
ANARCHY IS TIVO-ING LETTERMAN AND RARELY WATCHING IT.
Ooiii !
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