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Pure Punk

Pure Punk

Regurgitated
Manufactured
Sex sells 
No imagination captured

Girl bands 
Boy bands 
They're all the same
Prostitutes to record labels
Enslaved and on the game

There's good music out there 
I have no doubt 
Please break free of Saturday night TV 
Sit in silence 
Do without 

Are you even listening to the music?
Or distracted by how they girate?
This molestation of the ears
Leaves me to self medicate

Maybe I'll go and see my friends
And maybe smoke some skunk
Let my thoughts 
Become slurred
Like an obnoxious drunk

Sometimes I feel I'm loosing my last marble 
In a game of Kerplunk
For me, the only pure music left on this Earth...
 
Is PUNK!

 

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T Starbuck

Well said Syd.....there is real music out there that is actually saying something, but it seems 'the man' is working bloody hard to ensure that we have to search for it amongst the other vacuous nonsense.....great piece.
T

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Syd

I couldn't agree more T. I listen to wide variety of music to be honest. I recently saw a punk band live and their pure energy and lyrics (pointing out materialistic bullshit and behaviour which a lot of people are guilty of) inspired me to write this piece.

'The man' especially the one who wears his trousers too high is the grinch of true creativity and talent. Like you, I always search for my music. I don't like being spoon fed.

I'll stop by your page for a read sometime. You seem like an interesting guy, I'm a bit pushed for time at the moment.

Speak soon  - Syd 

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T Starbuck

Cheers Syd, appreciate you having looked at my scrawls....I'm taking part in a poetry slam contest next week....I'm now old and bold enough to think that I'm writing stuff that folk might enjoy (and that might even have some poetic merit!)...be a pleasure to hear from you anytime.
T

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Larry Ran

My Dear Syd,

I too, "lost my last marble" many years ago. 
But fortunately, for inspiration, I still am able to look at those of Michelangelo.

In the wee hours of every morning
I listen to the music of "The New Age"
It's sounds are everlasting
Not just some music rage

Love,
Larry xxx 

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Syd

Hi Larry, brilliant comment as always. Marbles are meant to be lost I think.

Take care - Syd xxx 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Oh man, I missed this 'till now. My town, High Wycombe was really the birthplace of UK punk. The first place The pistols played. Home of The Extroverts. Nigel Martin of the extroverts is one of my oldest mates, still performs with the Extroverts current line up, and every summer puts on a punk festival in Wycombe. PUNK WILL NEVER DIE.
Great write
Nigel

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Syd

Hi Nigel, I would love to go to a punk festival sometime. You've lead quite a cool life. Thanks for reading and leaving feed back. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.

I agree PUNK WILL NEVER DIE. Although I do listen to different genres, except pop?

Take care - Syd 

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