Hi Morgan,

Great lyrics for our time/generation! Just wondering if you're planning to do it in "Wicked Ways" style (if I found the right Wicked Ways). They're more heavy metal punk, no? I always kind of enjoyed the Clash, but when it gets too heavy metal ... kitchen motors was rather homey by comparison to WW! Hmmm ... Neil Young? - listened to him since I was in high school ... you got some competition there - his Piece of Trash was good intelligent punk. Have you started work on the music yet?

Anna

: I hope. I may have posted them here before, there is a rough
: draft with me doing the vocals, but we have a better singer
: in mind for the final draft if she bites. I'll post the
: link when it's live. I think this is gonna give Neil Young
: a run for his money. I wrote it as a folk tune, but one of
: my partners in crime (My flat mate, who is also the sound
: and recording engineer.) is turning it into a

: conglomeration of different parts that are gonna rock a lot
: harder than I could have imagined.

: REVOLUTION'S FIRE

: Don't tell me that I own myself.
: It's a lie, it just ain't true.
: There's always someone tellin' me
: What I can't do,
: And what I gotta do.
: Can't die, if I want to,
: Can't get high, if I want to,
: And I can't get no respite!

: Go to hell with your damn credit cards,
: Go to hell with your fast new cars.
: I am what I am, not what I own,
: Don't need fancy toys, or a big fat house.
: Don't need to slave for society.
: I don't need them, and they don't need me.
: Just wanna walk away. Wanna be free.

: Leave the fur on the animals,
: The metal in the ground!
: Give me clean water, and air I can't see,
: And give me the right to call myself free.
: Wanna stop whorin' 'self to the company.
: I wanna walk away from my car.
: Wanna climb mountains, wanna see far.
: Wanna spend time with the two I love,
: Without watchin' that damn clock above.
: Wanna play music, wanna write songs,
: Wanna paint pictures, and make you think.
: Wanna show you the light;
: Take you to heights;
: Where maybe, you can see what's right.

: If I get sick, don'' wanna waste my life
: Payin' crazy bills, and livin' in strife.
: Rather shoot myself, then go on
: Payin for life, better worth gone.

: Gotta fight the damn traffic,
: Pay outrageous rent,
: Work sixty-hour weeks,
: Just so we can eat.
: Indentured servant to the government,
: And my "voluntary" job,
: Which I don't really want,
: But am trapped in, for need.

: (Continued)
: The way life is,
: Makes a kid a ball an' chain.
: Can't spend no time with it,
: It's just another drain.

: Hey I'm gonna fight back,
: Cross the line, real far.
: I'll only play a used guitar.
: I'll never own a brand new car,
: And I'll never have a credit card.
: Never had a kid, or a golden chain.
: I ain't here for society's gain.
: Got a loaded gun by the door,
: For when I don'' wanna take this shit no more.

: HOKA HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:
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: Who knows? We might put all of my more serious songs out, if
: there's time. I've got a small collection. Oh, I might as
: well post the link to the book series, too. Not perfect,
: but it doesn't cost anything, so if you want to read a
: crazy phantasy of the 'autobiography' of an Irish 'death
: god', here it is again:
: https://vergilxanon1.blogspot.com/?view=flipcard

: I segmented it by section on the blog, so it's not so hard to
: deal with anymore, as it was in the past. And the tale gets
: quite racy in areas, so it's not meant for the munchkins;
: ifn ya get my drift. ;O)