Sonny Meadows

Its Come to This


Generations of bliss
and of great ignorance
for always its been
of keen interest

to discern where this goes
and how this does arise
while lost in the throes
of all this implies

we gaze so far off
just to see an abyss
we can never cross
or freely dismiss

our fate has been fixed
now give it a kiss
for always its been
coming to this

we little remember
the ages gone by
they were but the ember
that lit this goodbye

our turn on the wheel
we cannot deny
the cards are to deal
and then not ask why

the soil's been tilled
and grown filled with rye
with so many killed
and more who have died

every one of the tears
we could ever cry
for ten thousand years
could fall from the sky

with trembling fear
we can ask humbly why
only to hear them
flow idly by

we gaze so far off
just to see an abyss
we can never cross
or freely dismiss

our fate has been fixed
so give it a kiss
for always its been
coming to this

i can step over a stream
on rocks made of dream
i can always be full
of nothing it seems

i can fly like a gull
'til I know what it means
i can do this and more
in a world made of dream

if you're made of dream
and all the things that you see
play out in the mind
of everything

then you will know
all it can mean
to let it all show
on the big silver screen

with light all aglow
on the sea with a sheen
that moves on the waves
so serpentine

the stars shining at night
can only give light
your eyes to the sky
are what makes them bright

all things made of dream
need another something
just to be there
just to see what they mean

i can step over a stream
on rocks made of dream
i can always be full
of nothing it seems

i can fly like a gull
til I know what it means
i can do this and more
in a world made of dream

Pissing on the corpse of punk

you never punched a face
just because its there
you play a Fender bass
with skill and practiced care

you never smear old rotten jelly
on your naked smelly junk
you're in an adolescent funk
and the band you're in plays punk

but then...

you take a shortcut through the alley
and look down to see someone
with a needle in their arm
why not have a little fun

its clear they aren't breathing
so you put them in your trunk
take them to a field
and then you *fxxx the corpse of punk*

it couldn't be more anti-social
you're a rebel piece of scum
things got out of control
when you cried during your song

don't feel bad at all
they would have wanted it this way
you piss right on its smelly corpse
every time you play that way

Pissing on the corpse... of punk.
take care when you open up your trunk
there's a body there
with purple hair
behind an amp
its just laying there
where you keep all of your other junk

pissing on the corpse... of punk
[spoken](hey guys, can we just end this here?)
(okay)