One Saturday… (348)

Another drawing for the Interpreting Lyrics Category.

One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead
I met a girl there
And she almost knocked me dead
Punk rock girl please look at me
Punk rock girl what do you see?
Let’s travel round the world
Just you and me punk rock girl

I tapped her on the shoulder
And said do you have a beau?
She looked at me and smiled
And said she did not know
Punk rock girl give me a chance
Punk rock girl let’s go slamdance
We’ll dress like Minnie Pearl
Just you and me punk rock girl

We went to the Philly Pizza Company
And ordered some hot tea
The waitress said “Well no
We only have it iced”
So we jumped up on the table
And shouted “Anarchy!”
And someone played a Beach Boys song
On the jukebox
It was “California Dreamin'”
So we started screamin’
“On such a winter’s day”

She took me to her parents
For a Sunday meal
Her father took one look at me
And he began to squeal
Punk rock girl it makes no sense
Punk rock girl your dad is the Vice President
Rich as the Duke of Earl
Yeah you’re for me punk rock girl

We went to a shopping mall
And laughed at all the shoppers
And security guards trailed us
To a record shop
We asked for Mojo Nixon
They said “He don’t work here”
We said “If you don’t got Mojo Nixon
Then your store could use some fixin'”

We got into a car
Away we started rollin’
I said “How much you pay for this?”
She said “Nothing man, it’s stolen”
Punk rock girl you look so wild
Punk rock girl let’s have a child
We’ll name her Minnie Pearl
Just you and me
Eating fudge banana swirl
Just you and me
We’ll travel round the world
Just you and me punk rock girl

-The Dead Milkmen “Punk Rock Girl”

‘Cause if I Wasn’t a Fat Kid in High School, I Would Have Never Listened to Punk Rock (336)

Another for the Interpreting Lyrics category. I was listening to Syke! Life is Awesome! by Bomb the Music Industry today and the line you see above struck me. I wasn’t necessarily a fat kid in middle school or high school, but I was a nerd. I loved comic books, movies and video games (and later skateboarding and art). Punk Rock taught me it was OK to be the way I was and everyone else could just push off(the nicest way I could put it). I think a lot of us were like that, at least all my friends were, we were accepted into this group of people that were all so different from each other and all had different interests but all had Punk Rock in common. I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away.
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
You broke those promises but I’ll get over it.
‘Cause as long as I’m breathing fresh air I really don’t give a shit
So I’ll get mad for the next ten years, but realize that sometimes things are great.

I didn’t have directions and I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
I ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road.
And I couldn’t drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.

You don’t own me! You don’t own me!

I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream.
It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed.
I said “pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to f*cking God I’m f*cking giving up right now”.
And now I’ve got a brand new start, I remember that something are great.

Scream it in apartment halls –
Scream it loud in shopping malls –
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside’s of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don’t own me. You don’t own me.

Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement.
Depression set in, I was a product of my environment.
And then the other day, you said “Jeff get in your car
Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel, and take him to the bar.”
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn’t on his phone.
For fifteen f*cking minutes I had a conversation with my hero.
I’ll be mad for the next ten years…
After that I’ll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers.
So prepare for the next twenty-three years.

‘Cause if I wasn’t a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
And if I never got my heart broken, I would sing “blah blah f*cking nothing.”
And if you didn’t f*ck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars.
And if I never lived in that van I wouldn’t have met Chris or Steve or Alex or James or Middagh.
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.

“Syke! Life is Awesome” -Bomb the Music Industry

Talking heads (308)

Heard a pretty good song on the way into work today. It was Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. This post has nothing to do with the Talking Heads, except that what I drew today was a bunch of talking heads. Here is what I drew today…

Hey baby won’t you look my way,
I can be your new addiction
Hey baby what you got to say,
all you’re giving me is fiction
I’m a sorry sucker and this happens all the time
I find out that
everybody talks
everybody talks
everybody talks
It started with a whisper
and that was when i kissed her
and then she made my lips hurt
I can hear the chit-chat
take me to your love shack
mama’s always got a backtrack
When everybody talks babe
Hey honey you could be my drug
you could be my new prescription
Too much, can be an overdose
all this trash talk make me itching
Oh my, my shit
everybody talks
everybody talks
everybody talks, too much
It started with a whisper
and that was when i kissed her
and then she made my lips hurt
-Neon Trees

Underneath (306)

Today I drew while listening to a song called Guts N’ Teeth by the band Old Man Markley. It’s a much nicer/sweeter song than the title would have you believe.

I still see my actions ripple
Grinding hope stones into sand
Losing too much kills the lion
Makes mice of many men

I watched you suffer too
Stuck steadfast to beliefs
And I’m apart from it
But woe is me

And after all underneath
Ain’t we all just guts and teeth?
Ain’t we all just reflections?
Moving in separate directions
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time…

… has left a crow’s foot brand
Shook me up and beat my hand
Taught me some humility
Left little opportunity

But in the seconds between breath
All my pride means so much less
And it is time that I confess
I’m a part of what went wrong

After all underneath
Ain’t we all just guts and teeth?
Ain’t we all just reflections?
Moving in separate directions
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time

Picking up where we last left it
Trying hard to hide your eyes
Shards of shambled nouveau riche
In the pieces of your life

Backwards ain’t no way of living
In a world synced up with sinning
Hard hearts need forgiving
Well, it’s the only chance we’ve got

Underneath
Ain’t we all just guts and teeth?
Ain’t we all just reflections?
Moving in separate directions
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time
-Old Man Markley

Let’s go get cokes (304)

Another drawing to add to the Interpreting Lyrics Category. This time it’s a song by the skate punk band from the 80’s The Faction.

Headin’ out we’re gonna meet the crew
But first we stop, the boys want brew
No
They’re under age, we wait and tap
An hour goes by I start to laugh
I laugh out loud
Let’s go get Cokes
Anything else will make me choke
7-11 gulps are the best
I won’t settle for anything less, I won’t stand for anything less
Drink what you want, it’s okay
But I’ll take Cokes any time of the day
“Hey mack, you wanna Pepsi?”
No way
Cokes are fun the fluid second to none
Drink those liter and go have fun.
-The Faction