On the third day, we rise and take you to the garages or the spare rooms of suburbia and the breeding ground of the most holy of viruses-The teenage hormone infused unshakable confidence of the upstart band. It really doesn’t matter what or if you can play-you are in a band-that is all that matters and don’t the neighbours know it.
This is a love song to anyone who wants to or has ever joined a band-no matter how bad you were or how “next big thing” you became-the space for “home made diatribes”.
My first experience of writing lyrics for an audience was in this same said space and I loved it.
“A sound to fill the holes inside”-Music/Art/Literature is a tonic to the void of the soul-symptomatically you end up making friends ,a little money and a lot of noise-whether it be melodic or in key-or not.
Throughout the poem I wanted to paint a picture of the why and the who that “Punk” relates to and maybe it’s a kind of pamphlet for future punks to give their parent (s),
Algo
Algo Poetry-Behind the Lines 