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02.10.86 (introduction)

by Andrew S Adams

come watch me waste myself in the basement
count up the ones i've saved and all the days spent
since ancient times impatient minds have wasted lives to get this right

this place tonight right here right now
we came to tear this building down
got an axe and a hacksaw a match and a molotov voice and a hot mic knife fight

and i talk right write wrong long dark nights
pen fight songs recite last rites
knives drawn at moments notice
keep on moving / cant lose focus


kid caustic blocks i rock it
tick toxic shock exhausted
arbitrary start and a fair bit of wit
since february ten eighty six that's it

11/27/2008

Author's Note: there's an instrumental on my myspace under the same title. these lyrics will grace that instrumental and be the opening track on my new album. oh yeah, this is what i write like most of the time now.

Posted on 11/27/2008
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/27/08 at 03:56 PM

the lyrics are awesome and the music reminds me of Beck. nice.

Posted by Anita Mac on 12/02/08 at 12:30 AM

Could feel the rhythm here right off. Good stuff; love the 3rd stanza... it entangles.

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