Art is Hard Chapter 1.2- Gang Vocals

gang vocals

nightwatch again
sleeping alone on the road was never my strongest suit
keeping demons at bay while the devil stays in hot persuit
missing you
missing the way you hold me and keep the blankets on
if you were gone
i would wake up every morning naked
and barely make it through the day alone
that is if i slept at all
cause right now the only thing im counting
are the hours left until the break of dawn
an early fog
another reminder that my head and the world are in the same state
even when i change states
my creeping thoughts find new brain waves
to transmit
transmiting signals to my eyes my ears my mouth my nose
all the way through to my fingers and toes
and they are all aching at the same time
remembering back to the days when i could still say you were mine
and they are dancing a grape vine chourus line in my mind
singing lines from the songs of my youth
in a group chorus
it's gang vocals

know what i'm saying?
i'm for sure growing older
but neither bolder or colder like all these pop songs suggest
just more dissolusioned, disinfranchised, dissatisfied
distracted, dismayed and disstressed
know what i mean?
when i was seventeen this whole thing just made sense to me
the left was right, the right was wrong
you could find the truth if you looked so long
in the chorus of any punk rock song
and sang along
it's gang vocals

you know what i mean?
the machine against which i used to rage
with each lyrical page
each patch, pin, button, and local hall stage
i now praise
for the knowlege and insight it took
to forcast the everchanging movements
of a teen girl's pocket book
cause the market's always telling the youth how to act out
merchandise the rebellion little hellions turning cash cows
and it's too late to back out
it's a fact now
put the g.p.s. in their cell phones so their easier to track down
you can get your favorite folk singers face on a forty dollar hoody
or get his favorite lyric spread all across your message tee
so we can all learn the words to sing along when it's in the coke commercial
or when a pop star interpalates it at the superbowl halftime special
and we can raise our collective voice on high and join the millions strong
as the meaning gets washed away commercialized into a hook filled song
but we will sing allong
and believe the moment we shared was something special
because they told us to
the next morning on the local news
what else can we do?
it's gang vocals


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