We’re all beautiful and immortal when we’re dead!
I’m Johnson! I’m Jones! I’m Hank the First, Hendrix, Janis & Jim.
I’m Kurt’s used spoon. Death makes us immortal.
What? I thought you liked danger. I always fell for the ones that dressed bad all in black, ripped jeans booze & anything you’d do I would JoanJett’s, Brody Dalle’s Patti Smiths… Lydia Lunch’s
Punk Rock Virgin Mary Magdalene’s & I was just a virgin carpenter.
Teens like the idea of rebellion. I was a stay at home loser who found
Themselves used to a dull personality in lines of white,
In coloured pills & needles.
No one else but Jake n’ Mikey had it in them.
If you’re going to do it go all the way, or stick to the plan.
9-5 pay taxes, drink to sleep all week, do blow to stay up all weekend.
Rinse & repeat.
Quiet & peace until you look like a joke out wasted with your single best friends & you chose it. Mix it up, take a girls, take a boy, pick a fight,
But every mainline is a round in Russian Roulette.
Hoping each shot will be the one to shut these people up.
If you’re might not die then you’re not living.
I see my cocaine & raise it 24mg of hydro.
My bird’s heart is flying north & fleeing south at the same time.
Flag, thick red vein blood push, too wired for tired to strung out to care.
One ends another gets prepped, I add an ampule of liquid midozolam,
Handful of beezo pills, old OC & some free Montreal speed.
I wonder if death will be the only cure for this dull night.
Getting buzzed, stoned, intoxicated was boring by the time I was legal.
Each hit should be enough to kill yourself, each failure is just another chemical in the chamber, fentanyl & ice.
Death walks by three times daily.
I feel pity for the ones invested in TV & pop music who want more than
Just rehashed resin.
I used to think Bob Was crazy for quitting Sonic Youth.
Found out he quit, & yes Lydia is a far better kisser according to B.B.
Who’s been in NYC since the factory days.
When I found Dylan the Velvets & Patti were the next to blow my mind.
Then Sonic Youth Death Valley’69 Lydia’s demented orgasmic blood curdling shrieks.
Sonic Youth went indie-grunge trying to get their favour back for taking Nirvana on tour in ‘91.
The Year Punk Broke, directed by a teenaged Dave Markey, a friend now.
It broke because SY had the talent, Nirvana had the soul.
Meanwhile in the dirty downtown NYC clubs where this music is at home….