Another song......

hi guys... again, bus commuting is bringing a lot of things inside of me to the outside.... here's another piece I typed on my cell phone, while traveling...

Chronically radical

Yeah, it’s hot - His body stinks and burns in the furnace
Broke his life - Hung himself and his face bore a grimace
Fuck it all up - Ran out of the will to live and give a tough fight

The asshole hung himself instead – Put up his hand in the air and gave it all up
Eye for an eye – Get that fucking corpse out of my sight

You gave it up – But I ain’t gonna follow suit, ain’t no coward
Will take up arms – Repay tooth and nail for every wrong done

This society is all fucked up – Some radical changes are required
Yeah, come with me – Stop living that easy life in the bedroom now

Look what’s happening – Rich are getting richer and poor hanging up, wholesale
This has gotta stop now – Else I’m gonna cut you in to tiny little pieces

Take advantage – And see how I fuck your life and make it a living hell
You spread blood all around – But if you don’t stop now, yours will be included

This Degenerate... Stinking mass opinion... Don’t Don’t Don’t count me in
I ain’t your beast of burden – Break the blast furnace

No more hang-ups, only shoot-up – The river’s now gonna flow backwards
Time for a change – Do it yourself else I’m gonna force it on you

And then you’ll repent – Regret why you were born in the first place

Chill the furnace – Ask for your rights and if you’re denied don’t lie low
Ask but don’t beg – They’re your rights and not alms in the begging bowl

Equality... Freedom... Democracy...
Yeah, you’re entitled – So don’t hang-up but shoot-up

This is a fucking miserable place for the honest lot like you
Sometimes rights need to be fought for and snatched from

That’s alright...
Don’t hang-up... but shoot-up...

Yeah, don’t fucking redefine hang-up – I prefer that word for the phone
I’ve become chronically radical – That’s enough now.

Come Home Al...

I was traveling to office this morning in the bus. The weather was somewhat gloomy and like the moody asshole that I am, the gloom took over; I'd been listening to Nirvana continuously for a few days now, even as i traveled in the bus to office. So the rock blues had already started to take me over from the Unplugged. And with this gloom, I found it hard to resist penning down something on paper. So here's what I wrote this morning, in a writing that was so illegible that it took much effort for me to read even my own hand. I'm glad that you don't have to go through the eye straining and the guess work that goes with it... :-)
So here's what I wrote..... VERBATIM. Its called, "Come Home Al"....... :-)

Come Home Al…

Pink nails, black eyes,
Swallow me, take my sight;

Weather’s nasty, Dark clouds overhead,
Dyed hair, nature decepted;

Move on, look outta the window,
Men fall, raise an eyebrow;

Fluids flow, take a dip,
The alligator smiles, says how bout a sip;

Al and Me, sit across,
Pink nails, gator claws;

Wassup gator, swallow deer,
I’ll take Vodka, can’t swallow dear;

Claw me Al, swallow me,
Break bones - enter dream;

Go back in time, its dark now,
Pink nails, gator claws;

Hey mom, look Kurt is screaming,
I’m coming home, I was dreaming…