not much instrumentally as i can only play a little piano and drums. very effective in releasing some anger.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=37KB9FQ2
heres the lyrics most of which were adlibbed on the spot.
well im sorry I was born in the year after 84
and im sorry I was placed in a land that was built on war
cause the pissed off poets are tired of hearing all this hope
and the books that I read well their never quite as good as the dope
well what you got when fall and land in the sea was not me
for I battled the sun and ended up someone who was free
up until I hear a scream little clik clik clik and a rock rock rock
like a sweet dove he flew off the rug
hes a pissed off poet and hes got no friends
and hes coming round and hes singing the bends
now what has god got wrapped under this table
its gods own hand, hes betrayed abel
hes staring back into my home watching me eat
taking my home, its taken from me
now stand against the wall and say words are forever
you can die with you friends or you can die with heather
you can say your from texas say you dad drives a lexus
but in the middle of the night, your just another sexist
say hold on, you fucked up
didn't know you're a commy, im never coming back to Louisiana
until theres 17 trumpets coming out of the sea
and there are 7 sheen horses and they are chasing after me
now a saint has not a place to get wasted in the middle of day
but you can dine with the boaster
go tell him not a song but Goethe concept poem
tell reason to move for dry desire
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=37KB9FQ2
heres the lyrics most of which were adlibbed on the spot.
well im sorry I was born in the year after 84
and im sorry I was placed in a land that was built on war
cause the pissed off poets are tired of hearing all this hope
and the books that I read well their never quite as good as the dope
well what you got when fall and land in the sea was not me
for I battled the sun and ended up someone who was free
up until I hear a scream little clik clik clik and a rock rock rock
like a sweet dove he flew off the rug
hes a pissed off poet and hes got no friends
and hes coming round and hes singing the bends
now what has god got wrapped under this table
its gods own hand, hes betrayed abel
hes staring back into my home watching me eat
taking my home, its taken from me
now stand against the wall and say words are forever
you can die with you friends or you can die with heather
you can say your from texas say you dad drives a lexus
but in the middle of the night, your just another sexist
say hold on, you fucked up
didn't know you're a commy, im never coming back to Louisiana
until theres 17 trumpets coming out of the sea
and there are 7 sheen horses and they are chasing after me
now a saint has not a place to get wasted in the middle of day
but you can dine with the boaster
go tell him not a song but Goethe concept poem
tell reason to move for dry desire