I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high. I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system, And when it flickered out we laid him down to die.
Turn on the light, Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights, A beacon in the night, I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry.
And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses, And equipped with just a million tiny suns, I'll install upon the roof of my compartment And place tinfoil on the floor and on the walls, Then I'll...
[chorus]
And I'll burn like a Roman fucking candle, Burn like a chasm in the night, Burn for a miniscule duration, Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight...
Bad Religion is *only* the most literate punk band you'll ever hear :)
Here's another one ;) -
Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, The Earth is turning and you know it very well. Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell!
Hey Blenderhead, they're starting to ask questions, Your transgression's a danger flashing sign Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor And feel those flywheels churn your blender... ...head...
Tally up the gleaming vendor ventured on a wishing-well Each shining trinket has a story it can tell Your moment's winding like those tales all intertwining, Can become the rusted lining of a deep and blasted shell!
Hey Blenderhead, you ask so many questions, Your confusion's a life-affirming sign. Break from tradition and carry on with valor, And feel those flywheels churn your blender... ...head...
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You aren't familiar w/Bad Religion????
Date: Oct. 2nd, 2008 06:52 pm (UTC)From:I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high.
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system,
And when it flickered out we laid him down to die.
Turn on the light,
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights,
A beacon in the night,
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry.
And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses,
And equipped with just a million tiny suns,
I'll install upon the roof of my compartment
And place tinfoil on the floor and on the walls,
Then I'll...
[chorus]
And I'll burn like a Roman fucking candle,
Burn like a chasm in the night,
Burn for a miniscule duration,
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight...
Bad Religion is *only* the most literate punk band you'll ever hear :)
Here's another one ;) -
Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel,
The Earth is turning and you know it very well.
Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling
And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell!
Hey Blenderhead, they're starting to ask questions,
Your transgression's a danger flashing sign
Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor
And feel those flywheels churn your blender...
...head...
Tally up the gleaming vendor ventured on a wishing-well
Each shining trinket has a story it can tell
Your moment's winding like those tales all intertwining,
Can become the rusted lining of a deep and blasted shell!
Hey Blenderhead, you ask so many questions,
Your confusion's a life-affirming sign.
Break from tradition and carry on with valor,
And feel those flywheels churn your blender...
...head...
IlovethemSOMUCH!!! :D