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Don’t want to fall in the same old trap.
Buy another punk record, just another slap
In the face, subculture laid to waste
What once was ripe with unity now leaves a bitter taste.
Frat boy mentality has stormed the gates
Weakened by the decades of punk labels that placate
With easily digestible bands who only write songs about being “punk”, they’ve given up the fight
Fuck it, punk rocks dead
Rev it in the red
Pedal to the metal, send it straight off the edge
Brace yourself for the impact, it’s all fun and games
Climb out from the wreckage, warm yourself by the flames
Pick up the broken pieces that remain
Construct a new family, Dirt Pop is the name
Fuck it, punk rocks dead Dirt Pops in my head
Don’t want to fall in the same old trap,
Buy another punk record, same old crap
Played out sounds, same rhetoric makes the rounds
Need a new spot where we can all get down
Cis white men step out the fuckin way
All the best music now is made by women and gays
Killer bands from every culture,the entire human race
There’s always room in here, dirt pop is the place
The flier in the gutter said the funeral was held, a week ago today for a genre that’s been quelled
Nobody showed up except for one guy selling merch
Probably because they held that fucking shit inside a church
Couldn’t even make it through the choir’s Misfits cover set
Closed casket, skip the eulogy, grab a sandwich and let’s jet
Fuck it, punk rocks dead Dirt Pops in my head
Punk rocks dead, Dirt pop is in my head
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Do you remember those days?
Or is it just a mental haze?
If I listen closely I can almost hear,
The sound of your voice echoing in my ears
We’d push down the street with our own two feet
Let the wind take us places, sometimes we’d have races
Or just keeping the pace with the dogs right beside us
4 wheels and a plank burning miles behind us
Take me back home to Minneapolis/St Paul.
Minnesota’s still my hearts abode
You can lose a few Battle Lakes and still win the Warroad
A Circle of Pines circling in my mind
Fergus Falls down the spire into a Lake from my Prior time
Cut my teeth out in Moorhead, it still lives in my head
Draws me back like the current from a river that’s red
Minnesota’s still where my heart calls home
Humid summers, freezing winters
Either way we’re on the water
Skating frozen ponds out in the cold
Floating down the Apple or The Ottertail on days when when it’s hotter
There’s a lake called Detroit and a lake of the devil.
Extreme Noise and Cheapo
Pineda, El Burrito
Used to skate the hill behind Como Zoo
The grey wolves would run beside me like the dogs used to do
back to Minnesota, the lakes and the rivers
The green grass, the snow banks
The mosquitoes, wood chippers
Please take me back home
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13th & Sumner
02:29
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Five of us came there after we destroyed the squat on 27th street
It was me, Shawn and Wendy, Nicole and Darryl
Picked up Cody and Sara, and the pack was complete.
Used to stay across the street when I first left home
That was a few years ago, with some girls I used to know
Good times with Heather and Michelle
But this new life was hell
And I thought it was pretty swell
I was 22, didn’t have a clue
Slept on the floor in the shitty kitten room
Did a fuck ton of drugs and barely ever ate food
Life was a bummer down on 13th and Sumner
Me and Shawn wouldspend our days just scheming ways
To change a dime to an eighth
A quick rehydrate
Wet paper towels in the Rubbermaid to tack on some weight
Drops of juice drops to add an exotic taste
Rubber checks to stack cartons of cigarettes
To sell to the kids down at Lincoln High
It was 2004 or maybe 2005
What a time to be alive
I was 22, didn’t have a clue
Slept on the floor in the shit stained kitten room
Did a fuck ton of drugs and barely ever ate food
Life was a bummer down on 13th and Sumner
Amphetemines, DXM, Phenethylamines, Datura
LSD, Extacy, and the rest is just a blur
A lucid dream
Cops came to the door when we were high on 2cb
There’s no way they couldn’t see, but they just left with my ID
Amphetemines, DXM, Phenethylamines, Datura
LSD, Extacy, and the rest is just a blur
A lucid dream
If I could turn back time before that cancer took Wendy
I’d tell her it all means something
Maybe she’s somewhere listening…
I was 22, didn’t have a clue
Slept on the floor in the shit covered kitten room
Did a fuck ton of drugs and barely ever ate food
Life was a bummer down on 13th and Sumner
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Human Contact
02:39
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Is anybody even out there, or am I just all alone?
Why does everyone I know only exist inside my phone?
Human contact reduced to strings of binary code.
I’ll just refresh the feed and double tap out hearts til mine explodes.
Dissociation from the pack, but I can see them through the fence.
Visualizing socializing, situations getting tense.
The ground is soft, I could dig a hole and leave the earth in tatters
Slip beneath the barrier but then the whole world shatters
Human contact’s not in the contract.
Sign our lives away every single day
Human contacts not in the contract
The decisions we make continue to percolate.
The clock seems like it’s ticking faster each and every day,
But the hours pass by slowly, yet there is no time to waste
Hit the streets to make the money that I’ll burn to just exist,
Still I strive to save my sanity so I’ll learn to take the piss.
Overworked, underpaid, success is such a shit charade
Exploit existence, run the gauntlet, make sure you are well behaved
Complete your endless list of tasks and collect your 50 cents,
Rinse and repeat a thousand times but you still cannot pay your rent.
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