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So raise your glasses and kiss your women a toast to love and hope, for we who missed the bandwagon. We know its all truth love and romance, well at least it is to us.

So muse for me the words I need, a phrase to inspire and unite. If we all stick together, if we all hold our ground we could bring this dead scene back to life.

Tonight we look back to remember the way things seemed when we were sixteen. Nights of pit fights and my first kiss, my first black eye and the hug that followed.

Tonight we come together to explain how a rhythm can remind us why we started to make noise, now we make art. And we make love with the memories of rage and anger known to us as anarchy.

Does anyone remember exactly when it was that silence killed the artist and fashion raped this scene?
Can anyone recall days of chicken fights when we danced just to know that we were free?

I’m tired of angry shouts ranting pure blood.
I’m tired of needing to draw these circles on my hands,
I’m tired of sexuality as a trend,
I’m sick of being ashamed I look like a man.

This was a cry for motivation. Make her short and sweet and give her eyes that make buildings fall and skylines change, or make me want to light cars on fire.

Put the hot raspberry enamel in my hand and point me at the nearest cruiser. With her by my side there is no second thought, only a constant need for evasion and I’m cool with living on the run, so long as it’s just to pass the time with you babe. This life is meant for us, and oh boy we’re really living even with our sins and skeletons who ran out of the closet waving our rap sheets in the air. The man he’s on my coat tails, yes the man thinks I’m getting wise.

Well I’ll show him a pen like a blade and my sword covered in ink, or oil whichever the devil bleeds this time. God fucking damn it, send me my muse and I'll sing oh holy things like only a demon can.

I was told if you went down to the lake and hollered out your dreams until the tide it reached your knees that you could be both full of hope and really fucking wet. I only meant to ride along and gather my thoughts I never meant for her to fall in love with me, although we both know the thought still does cross my mind just about every time your eyes happen to meet mine. So wake me up when we leave Ireland

by that time you’ll have outgrown this dream.

Up all night searching for a way to justify all the things I believe in
The way I exists.
Ring ring and realize I don’t have much at all
Still I’ll walk to work at 4am to protect my way of life.
Sad to say this nine to five has wiped Guevara from my eyes
I need more than a face on the wall,
I need something to believe.
Coming of age in a time where all we used to fight for seems threatened by the things we were promised could never touch us.
We’re not as untouchable as it would seem.
RCA is raising new flags while the cowboys I once admired are hanging up their spurs
For a new bus,
A faster one…
And slower beats.
The movement just seems so far away when I move boxes for minimum wage,
Everyone just seems so content
Maybe Canada just isn’t so bad.
Maybe I’m who I want to be,
Maybe this is what I needed all along,
Maybe I’m in love
I still wish we would crash the system
I still don’t believe in god.
I’m really kind of happy living in this house
Where we can play music on the weekend
Where we can have all the sex we want.
This may never be my last chord
But I’m done for today because my girl she’s at my door.

If we are the lights that we burn out consider my candle lit at both ends with a blow torch. If we are the ones left for dead, the forgotten sounds of the underground, the one we used to feed and love with our hearts and with these melodies, that all stopped when we found out they were worth good money. We are what’s left of that southwest beat that used to drive my soul, that used to guide our lives. I’ve seen everything is all but destroyed be a hate so meaningless no one even knew they carried it. All you can do is hope and pray every night that we’ll never let anyone down that way. I watched as 300 kids were brought to tears as these monsters left the stage. We’re not reinventing the rock star image we’re just saying that there is still reason for belief. If we can all hear this we can all feel it, feel me, we can all know the words and sing along and that means a lot to me.