Dug out one of the few I've done.
Pretty Picky 'bout Punk
My guttermouth is genuine genius,
Yet distinctly dicky for damned,
Had nofx from mxpx,
While going underground is been Jam-med,
I'll wait for the new green day,
Thou often did it clash,
Same tune ditty by saves the day,
Buzzcocks too simple and brash,
But soon see my speechless unease,
Hearing Siouxsie and the banshees,
I may be shades apart and solidly arsed,
But I'm just pretty picky 'bout punk,
So many rancid little clones,
Wish to be rich just like the Ramones,
Undertones undergo the usual uncouth story,
I've no fault gained with new found glory,
The embarassing sound of exploited still lingers,
Thou still listen fearfully of stiff little fingers,
Husker Du, I still shrink from you,
But better than Blink 182,
Misfits are melody gifted beyond the price tag,
But never brilliantly frantic like black flag,
So many operation ivy offspring are defunct,
Frankly, my dear, I'm pretty picky about my punk,
And now it seems the bad religion is dead,
Kennedy's killing joke remains to be said,
Along with the Presidents of the USA,
New York Dolls that are D.O.A,
999 have no use for a name,
No class sounding the same,
Peter can keep his test tube babies,
His public image limited to rabies,
Pixie Posers can keep their penny,
Wise to the farside prong of ten foot pole,
Its just my one track mind thats sunk,
Always being pretty picky about punk,
Pretty Picky 'bout Punk
My guttermouth is genuine genius,
Yet distinctly dicky for damned,
Had nofx from mxpx,
While going underground is been Jam-med,
I'll wait for the new green day,
Thou often did it clash,
Same tune ditty by saves the day,
Buzzcocks too simple and brash,
But soon see my speechless unease,
Hearing Siouxsie and the banshees,
I may be shades apart and solidly arsed,
But I'm just pretty picky 'bout punk,
So many rancid little clones,
Wish to be rich just like the Ramones,
Undertones undergo the usual uncouth story,
I've no fault gained with new found glory,
The embarassing sound of exploited still lingers,
Thou still listen fearfully of stiff little fingers,
Husker Du, I still shrink from you,
But better than Blink 182,
Misfits are melody gifted beyond the price tag,
But never brilliantly frantic like black flag,
So many operation ivy offspring are defunct,
Frankly, my dear, I'm pretty picky about my punk,
And now it seems the bad religion is dead,
Kennedy's killing joke remains to be said,
Along with the Presidents of the USA,
New York Dolls that are D.O.A,
999 have no use for a name,
No class sounding the same,
Peter can keep his test tube babies,
His public image limited to rabies,
Pixie Posers can keep their penny,
Wise to the farside prong of ten foot pole,
Its just my one track mind thats sunk,
Always being pretty picky about punk,
Self-authenticating private evidence is useless, because it is indistinguishable from the illusion of it. ― Kel, Kelosophy Blog
If you’re going to watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo. That show was so cool because every time there’s a church with a ghoul, or a ghost in a school. They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
The f**king janitor or the dude who runs the waterslide. Throughout history every mystery. Ever solved has turned out to be. Not Magic. ― Tim Minchin, Storm
If you’re going to watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo. That show was so cool because every time there’s a church with a ghoul, or a ghost in a school. They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
The f**king janitor or the dude who runs the waterslide. Throughout history every mystery. Ever solved has turned out to be. Not Magic. ― Tim Minchin, Storm
