The Strike of the Teenage Angst Beast

[smcicr]

Yup - I don't know what it says about me (probably nothing good) but it seems like I need an extreme - of any sort - to really dig something good out

[Seymour_Glass]

Jed the Ex-Genie, Hobo of North Mountain Pt. 1: Maintaining Mediocrity

So you're sitting on a couch
watching snowflake dancers melt
Into puddles on the floor
before your feet
The puddles swirl round and round
to the stereo's bright sound
trying desperately
to keep the beat

They swirl there still
Too beautiful to kill
And as you step on a dancing puddle
step gently, please
step gently

So I'm sitting in a class
trying to stay alive
looking at the holes
in the sides of my shoes
And there is no sleep or rain
Nothing to make me (in)sane
And when I try to write I inevitably
lose

I sit here still
Too discontent to kill
And as you read this shit
read gently, please
read gently

So we're sitting through a life
Watching puppies grow too old
to be quite as nice as they were
when they were young
Like an 80's alt rock band
Back to meet the fans' demand
though they struggle well
their song has been sung

But that song is sung still
Too loud and pure to kill
And as you're disappointed by this
All the marks you knew I'd miss
which is why this is part one
because too early now I'm done
slave to structure, I could not
say what little I have got
So when you kill me
kill gently, please
kill gently

[Seymour_Glass]

This is called "Let's get real."

Won't you run away with me?
Across this empty, stormy sea?
In a diver's suit with a green striped boot and all the seaweed that could be
in the palm of your dying hand
oh, don;t you understand
that all the noise you can stand from your favorite rock band
can't even begin to heal?
c'mon, let's get real.

Cause i'm tired of this place
there's nothing here I can face
And all these high school blues and messed up cues that I cannot erase
with the biggest eraser i can hold
I might just stay here till i'm old
Same shit every day, with nothing new to say because my story has been told
All the life this place could steal
c'mon let's get real.

This terminal philosophy
Melancholy I carry
It'll kill me stone dead, teenage tumor in my head before I can even see
What these bullshitters meant for me
Back when i was very wee
They said that the finish line is soon even though it's just a spoon and a bowl of hot chili
All this running for just one meal?
C'mon let's get real.

And if life is but a song
won't you come sing along
I've got to know the tune right now
And I'm hoping you can show me how
The words and the notes float like boats before we take the final bow
So let's make a deal
c'mon let's get real.

[Jon]

GREAT rhythm!

[Seymour_Glass]

Thank you, sir. It's probably a pop song.

[Jon]

Not in my head.

It was MY song in MY head.

That is a wonderful gift to give your reader!

[Seymour_Glass]

Ode to a Whale's Dick

Oh, eight foot monster
that slid out of my mouth onto the floor in front of my great love
to writhe there in merry horror
as we twisted you about with words best not spoke
and laughed until you had shrivelled up into a
tiny
eight foot
worm.
We could barely kiss after,
with your residue still on our lips.
Eight feet of terror.
Eight feet.
Damn.
Sounds inconvenient to me.
And as i verbally try to shove my fist
up the imagined gaping hole at the tip of your
eight friggin feet
she laughs and holds my hand.
Laughing and dancing.
And eight feet balloons.
Damn, how do you carry that around?
I would hate that for my life.
But thank you for its use for a night.

[Seymour_Glass]

I dealt with all my teenage angst by masturbating. A lot.

I want this to be a poem of mine, too.

[Seymour_Glass]

So, while I was away I started a band called Youth In Asia, [Shameless plug]like us on facebook.[/Shameless plug] so I thought I could maybe put some of my lyrics down here and see what yall think.

This is the first one we wrote together, called "Daniel's Sensitive Nipples"

You saved my life from angry crystal meth tweakers
while the bombs were falling we were running from the cops
we started dancing in the rain during the first airstrike, yeah
dancing in the rain and now we're never gonna stop.

We could get ourselves a nice cardboard box, yeah
in a shitty alley on the bad side of town
we could dumpster dive and give it all away and
if it starts to rain we can just dance until we drown

you and I can run forever
you and I will drown together
come on babe, I'll go whenever
what else is there for us to do?
we got one last bottle of Jack
we can live on the attack
you know we ain't coming back
'cept maybe on the news

take me to the top of that radio tower
I wanna be a surfer there just riding on the waves
and if it starts to rain while we are up there
we can dance in the rain until it dances on our graves

you and I can run forever
you and I will drown together
come on babe, I'll go whenever
what else is there for us to do?
we got one last bottle of Jack
we can live on the attack
you know we ain't coming back.

[Seymour_Glass]

This is the rough version of a song called "Danger Ditty"

Slow death coming up quickly
if you ain't dying you're not really alive
Life's not about the good choices you make
but the bad ones you survive
the world's not a pretty place sometimes
but I know I'll never break outta this dive
heaven and hell are the same thing, really
if you make it to either you're better than I

Why?(This part is me yowling, with pretty oooh aahs in the background)

Jesus saves, but where does he shop
and, more important, does he have extra cash to drop?
he spun me a tale of how tetanus ain't pretty
and dying nailed to a t can be kinda shitty
he told all these assholes not to be assholes
they said they listened but they're still assholes
he gave his life up for all of our sins
but he told me he's not pulling that shit again

Why?

Maybe I'm dabbling in being depressed
Greasy hair, smoky breath, and I'm way underdressed
the next words I'm gonna say to you will be fuck you
but we both know that can't be entirely true
But I'm lonely and I'm sad and I'm pissed off and I'm hurt
I spent the last four days in a dirty Thermals shirt
The sound of my heart in that jar is thundering
no tears come from empty eyesockets wondering

Why?


Not too crazy about that ending.

[Jean]

[Shameless plug]like us on facebook.[/Shameless plug]

Gladly done.

Of these people, which are you?

* Kaya Byatta - vocals
* Eddy - drums
* Olga Orbit - vocals, synthesizer
* Wayne Sultana - Bass
* Stigmata - guitar, synthesizer
* Lou - Guitar
* William Kolar - flute

[Seymour_Glass]

That's the other band called Youth in Asia, who we didn't know about for a couple months. Ours has the picture of the guy with the protest sign saying "Youth in Asia will kill your grandmother."

And, by the way, I'm the Daniel Russell character.

[Jean]

link? I've found a shit ton of youths in asia; wouldn't waste a bear's liking on someone else again

[Seymour_Glass]

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Youth-...84164684932392

[Jean]

Liked!

[Seymour_Glass]

Thankya!