157 - Suburban Transpondency

Milestone: 5 years of podcasting Turning 30, digging through box to find 10 year old demo tape  Songs: "Enter", "Peace Eternal", "Eventual Undergrowth" Music by Sean O'Connor Recorded brainstorming story ideas for "Post-apocalypic Euphoria" "Environ Riot", "Foolproof Plan B", "The Plagiarist"   Environ RiotThe teen riot got a bad rapIt was a passion a little bit confusedWe stormed the wall and crushed the cupWe hit the nail and paved the rutObscured in legend, dashed in hopesWe upped the mountains and down the slopesWith a fist of rage we punched it throughWe burned the bridge, now what's left to do?I read about the suicideIt sunk in deep and opened my eyesPathetic screams of desperate soulsPagan daft hate to fill in the holesThe kettle's boiling, adrenaline's rushingNostalgic kiss keeps a retro-girl blushingThe deck is stacked, it's a surefire betFading away into a big screen sunsetWe want the whole nine yardsLike the future is an empty dreamWe sleep all day and dance all nightWe scare the ghost and crash the kiteIt's an inhibition that we set on fireWe're painting the town with sex and desireAre you on a trip? Do you feel real shitty?Envy-struck that your girlfriend's prettyIt's not a miracle drug If the liquid isn't violent greenYou shut off the light and hang up the phoneYou open your mind and let in the unknownIt's a vivid dream, it's a wave of dim blissYou wander the garden outside of the palaceIf you lose control remember what's realBreak out the broken and deal the raw dealThe time bomb hit the crowd hardIt was a fire enough to light the fuseThey crashed the car and beat the roadThey stirred the pot and rocked the boatCloaked in darkness, shadowed heartWe quit the ending and began the startWith determination we'll be on our wayRemember a past we call yesterdayI wonder if I'm killing time?You bang the drum and wake up the nightAnxious kids with paranoid smilesCynical fear that nothing's worthwhileThe tides are turning, these times are changingEverything is subject to constant rearrangingYou forget the details and alter the truthYou label yourself a rebellious youthIt was a deadbeat, jacked up, ass kicking hi-and-runIt was a bonecrush, neckbreak, takedown all-in-oneWe had a counterplan attitude: ripshit, ready to goWe had a rebel rage, street fight, punk riot, set to blowConfined in suburb town, bored and lostThis revolution trend is at what cost?Surrounded by pavement, listless fateParking lot tension, bottled up, repressed teenaged hate © 1997 Adam Gratrix   Foolproof Plan BI'm a rock `n' roll junkie trippin' through the countryJamming to a heartbeat, looking where to rest my feetMet a dirty talking porn star lounging in a strip bar"Tell ya how its gonna be", no-one makes a fool out of meYou can pop me like a pistol, the plan is clear as crystalFill in every single hole, "you say you wanna buy my soul?"Annihilate every shred of truthTo make the back up plan foolproofWe'll save the day and learn to live our lives another wayWe'll run away and live to fight again another dayI'm a rock `n' roll reject chillin' in the projectsDancing to a breakbeat, sleeping here out on the streetI gotta find a new connection, packing for protectionIn and out of alleyways, I'm gonna make it big some dayPerpetrate extortion to save you from abortionI fall into a snake pit, a different day but same old shitEliminate any shade of doubtTo survive with no escape routeWe'll save the day and learn to live our lives another wayWe'll run away and live to fight again another dayI'm a rock `n' roll convert preachin' in the suburbsBitchin' to a deadbeat, waiting for a sucker to cheatIf Jesus is my witness he minds his fucking businessI took her to a cheap motel, everyone's got something to sell"My normal life is boring; the water tastes like chlorineI could fake a suicide and run away if you'll be my guide" © 2002 Adam Gratrix Subscribe to my YouTube channel: transpondency Subscribe to transpondency.blip.tv Follow me on twitter Email: [email protected] Call my voicemail: 1 (716) 402-1462