hey chris don't know if the moment has passed or not, but ya, you should check out corgans readings. hell songwriters are poets first, i think the pumkins had some good lyrics, I really got into them in the past. I remember a song called 'for martha' that was good, and always 'they only come out at night'.
my friend here in fargoerry was given a cassette tape today of a band called "Old Skull" a punk group from wisconsin back in the late eighties, comprised of 9 year olds! its absolute shit let me tell you, but the lyrics are hillarious. with songs like "kill a dead eagle"
gonna kill a dead eagle
they killed a dead eagle
how do you kill a dead eagle
just kill it
how do you kill a dead eagle
just go like this
we're gonna kill a dead eagle
pollution! the dead eagles dying
the eagles already dead
you can't kill a dead eagle
just like you can't kill the devil
with abomb
dead eagle DIE! o o o
how can you kill a dead eagle
I figure as english majors we should be able to find some ridiculously deep meaning behind these words, but why try?
anyways, talk t'all later
erik
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What a quality song. There's some type of art movement where professional artists try to get back to their roots in their drawing. So, essentially, they study the work of four-year-olds to create their own brand of genius. Perhaps the same could happen with poetry. Oh wait, it already has. That little rat bastard 10-year-old with some terminal disease has beat me to it!
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