Dandy Jon
05-14-2008, 12:15 PM
just some stuff that I've written while being in America right now visting my best friend
America
On a bus, to nowhere, where my heart can rest when I feel dead and alive, All the people stare if you despair, all the bullets cry when the patriot dies, O Americana - the great burden dived we stand so untrue - for you, Bite and scratch, fight and bleed, On the road to another place where I can collect some space
Some time to kill, for another tragic thrill
Do I give it all, just to destroy the crosses you took forever to erect on your front yard, see the stars on that ripped flag, grab a gun, do in some fags, no pun taken for a joke not heard, do I surrender to the day and say everything will be okay? We're never going to devour all that there is to be taken, do I give just to surrender my all
Pumped full of pills and dead inside with tragic thrills, O Americana do we stand tall - so broken down and lost on the inside, just for you? We - the world surrounded, all fed up with lies fed by you, we- the world - one and all, looking lost so dead and used, all that you've abused, when will you wake up and look around, so dead and tired
Divided we are, standing lost in the path of destruction, my arms are tired, I collapse on the streets of the free, because it's too much to fight for, too much to give to
-Jon Powder-
....
Still Beat for The Devil's Song
All Saints Day comes too soon
pipe along, play the fife
the requiem (the devil's song)
and so there I go (American Gothic to and fro)
under a mask of culture and folk songs
tales of Angels and Saints, Lovers and Follies
sweeping all hope and hate under the rug
getting ready to dance for one last time
an american gothic with no beginning or end
still beat the tribal drums, the violin set aflame
when the darkness came to take the hand of the light
dancing to the still beat of the Devil's song
the Devil's night
All saints day comes too soon
-Jon Powder-
....
What can a young man do?
What can a young man do?
When a war rages on inside his skin and bones
Good God, if you exist, where has your good grace gone?
If atheism is where it's at, than I'll close my eyes
Take a deep breath and walk around, to the destination unknown, guide me home, if home is where life is at
What can a young man do, to save the world from breaking into two
Do I forgive those that have come my way and left me for dead
What can a young man do, when the war rages on
Inside the streets, when you sleep, the people fight
Inside the walls, surrounded by apathetic feelings
If the good grace of a dead God is now all but spent and gone
Than let's just get up and look at the roads of freedom
Take leave with what you can carry
What can a young man do, when war rages on
Inside his body, making choices without thinking twice
Pride is a killer to each generation, past and future
Always today, so take leave my sons and daughters
Go towards the light, take leave
What can I do to help you, when the war rages on inside your heart?
Silently weeping inside, when rain
Drowns out your heart and soul
What can a young man do, when life goes through
His heart and soul and mind
When war sings no hymn for peace
He can't do nothing but stand tall
Stand tall and collect his thoughts
And wipe those few scattered tears away
For pride is a killer to every generation
-Jon Powder-
....
Pop Star Shit Pile
Don't cop the attitude if you don't have the balls or heart to back it up, don't cop the bullshit because of your own insecurity, I've had it up to here with these plastic people, running the show like they got something to prove
All these motherfuckers around here - they got something to buy - something to own, don't step on my path because you can't get into my shoes, took me years to get them to fit this way, don't cop the attitude if you been playing' it safe for so long - you'll get fucked up if you step out of line –
Money means power in this world of white politics, money is nothing if power is corrupted - in the first place, people getting' sick with high bills and pressure, don't go copping the attitude if your heart spits bullshit and propaganda that no one wants to hear, change the channel before the channel changes you
I still got a scratch that needs to bleed it's own story, so don't go preaching to me about your simple Sunday plan because I don't go on my knees for praying anymore
So where the hell is heaven now? Heaven was sent to hell because the cost of living high has become so low and out of reach, you got to pack it up and go somewhere else, because the cost of playing it safe has never been so cheap and free, you have to fake it up in order to get by, so step aside if you can't ride that train if your life goes on derail, don't cop the attitude if you sell your soul for a little fame and glitter and plastic lifestyle
Don't sell me something cheap motherfucker, I've never felt this young in years, sell me life once again, this life is spent and gone, change this channel before it changes you
-Jon Powder-
....
A Suicide, Some Screams, Life and Everything You've Seen
Help, is on the way, awake with a sleeping desperation, Close your eyes, hear the bullshit from people, in the night, put on your headphones, hear the noise, close your eyes, with your hands around your ears, you come from a home that isn't broken on the outside, the inside screams desolation and hurtful torment where people smash the walls and doors, you sleep to escape, but it's always days and nights awake and left alone to cry
A boy, who never had no harm come his way, covered in tears and scratches, cuts and sadness, save my life he cries, broken down and looking for life to hold to and keep inside the wound, is there any life to suffice, torn down inside for being gay, inside the school, during the day, do you spend your days writing down words of inner thought to occupy the time, as it rolls on by and by and by
Hold on, just hold on again and again, looking around, keep the noise and art to minimal, look around and hold on again, hear the cop sirens come and go, the noise will fade, help is on the way, awake with a sad desperation, holding a knife and looking at a mirror, a suicide and some screams, the life you never lived and everything you've seen, don't close your eyes, as your life flashes through your eyes
Don't close your eyes, help is on the way, don't weep another restless night, the mental abuse will stop in time, don't weep another broken night
-Jon Powder-
....
Kings
Coming down from this endless nightmare
Of sleepless nights
No medication has been spent
On a careless gent such as thee
Take me back to my home city of Edmonton
Where I was born un-forgiven
The sins were as real as the blood in my veins
Guilty for being alive
And alive so real and careless
Coming down from the medication I was pumped with
Take me to the green fields of Ireland
Where I can connect with life once again
America can't kill me
Since these shoes were built to last a lifetime
I won't ever make it alive
But it doesn't hurt to try
Give it a shot
Shoot me down from the sky, these wings
Were wrecked when I fell from grace
Take me down, take me away
Take me back to where I was born
But home never lasts, the feeling always goes
The heart never sleeps restful and revamped
Wanderlust with yearnings to get away from here
Take me to the punk streets of London
Where I can connect with the music and anarchy
Can a home really last forever
When the wood has decayed and crumbled beneath my feet
Can kings live inside this world, where dreams are killed in combat
World wide webbed and downloaded and hollow
Take me back to where I was once reborn
If it still stands tall and real and full of life
-Jon Powder-
....
Aaron
It took me so long to see, the love that was in front of me, softly spoken, you whisper sweet words to me, writing words this way - I just can't find all words to describe how much you mean to me, hey pretty eyes, you mean the world to me
I went the distance for the right person, I went the distance because this feeling was true, no road can ever be too long to travel for me to get to you, no land is too big enough to walk across to get to you, when I say I love you
I mean it with every word, with heart and emotion given and taken, with every beat my heart makes, here I am today, when I saw you with your boyish smile, blushing and shy beyond charm and sweetness, when I saw you there looking back at me, you look so beautiful, my love
I love you
-Jon Powder-
America
On a bus, to nowhere, where my heart can rest when I feel dead and alive, All the people stare if you despair, all the bullets cry when the patriot dies, O Americana - the great burden dived we stand so untrue - for you, Bite and scratch, fight and bleed, On the road to another place where I can collect some space
Some time to kill, for another tragic thrill
Do I give it all, just to destroy the crosses you took forever to erect on your front yard, see the stars on that ripped flag, grab a gun, do in some fags, no pun taken for a joke not heard, do I surrender to the day and say everything will be okay? We're never going to devour all that there is to be taken, do I give just to surrender my all
Pumped full of pills and dead inside with tragic thrills, O Americana do we stand tall - so broken down and lost on the inside, just for you? We - the world surrounded, all fed up with lies fed by you, we- the world - one and all, looking lost so dead and used, all that you've abused, when will you wake up and look around, so dead and tired
Divided we are, standing lost in the path of destruction, my arms are tired, I collapse on the streets of the free, because it's too much to fight for, too much to give to
-Jon Powder-
....
Still Beat for The Devil's Song
All Saints Day comes too soon
pipe along, play the fife
the requiem (the devil's song)
and so there I go (American Gothic to and fro)
under a mask of culture and folk songs
tales of Angels and Saints, Lovers and Follies
sweeping all hope and hate under the rug
getting ready to dance for one last time
an american gothic with no beginning or end
still beat the tribal drums, the violin set aflame
when the darkness came to take the hand of the light
dancing to the still beat of the Devil's song
the Devil's night
All saints day comes too soon
-Jon Powder-
....
What can a young man do?
What can a young man do?
When a war rages on inside his skin and bones
Good God, if you exist, where has your good grace gone?
If atheism is where it's at, than I'll close my eyes
Take a deep breath and walk around, to the destination unknown, guide me home, if home is where life is at
What can a young man do, to save the world from breaking into two
Do I forgive those that have come my way and left me for dead
What can a young man do, when the war rages on
Inside the streets, when you sleep, the people fight
Inside the walls, surrounded by apathetic feelings
If the good grace of a dead God is now all but spent and gone
Than let's just get up and look at the roads of freedom
Take leave with what you can carry
What can a young man do, when war rages on
Inside his body, making choices without thinking twice
Pride is a killer to each generation, past and future
Always today, so take leave my sons and daughters
Go towards the light, take leave
What can I do to help you, when the war rages on inside your heart?
Silently weeping inside, when rain
Drowns out your heart and soul
What can a young man do, when life goes through
His heart and soul and mind
When war sings no hymn for peace
He can't do nothing but stand tall
Stand tall and collect his thoughts
And wipe those few scattered tears away
For pride is a killer to every generation
-Jon Powder-
....
Pop Star Shit Pile
Don't cop the attitude if you don't have the balls or heart to back it up, don't cop the bullshit because of your own insecurity, I've had it up to here with these plastic people, running the show like they got something to prove
All these motherfuckers around here - they got something to buy - something to own, don't step on my path because you can't get into my shoes, took me years to get them to fit this way, don't cop the attitude if you been playing' it safe for so long - you'll get fucked up if you step out of line –
Money means power in this world of white politics, money is nothing if power is corrupted - in the first place, people getting' sick with high bills and pressure, don't go copping the attitude if your heart spits bullshit and propaganda that no one wants to hear, change the channel before the channel changes you
I still got a scratch that needs to bleed it's own story, so don't go preaching to me about your simple Sunday plan because I don't go on my knees for praying anymore
So where the hell is heaven now? Heaven was sent to hell because the cost of living high has become so low and out of reach, you got to pack it up and go somewhere else, because the cost of playing it safe has never been so cheap and free, you have to fake it up in order to get by, so step aside if you can't ride that train if your life goes on derail, don't cop the attitude if you sell your soul for a little fame and glitter and plastic lifestyle
Don't sell me something cheap motherfucker, I've never felt this young in years, sell me life once again, this life is spent and gone, change this channel before it changes you
-Jon Powder-
....
A Suicide, Some Screams, Life and Everything You've Seen
Help, is on the way, awake with a sleeping desperation, Close your eyes, hear the bullshit from people, in the night, put on your headphones, hear the noise, close your eyes, with your hands around your ears, you come from a home that isn't broken on the outside, the inside screams desolation and hurtful torment where people smash the walls and doors, you sleep to escape, but it's always days and nights awake and left alone to cry
A boy, who never had no harm come his way, covered in tears and scratches, cuts and sadness, save my life he cries, broken down and looking for life to hold to and keep inside the wound, is there any life to suffice, torn down inside for being gay, inside the school, during the day, do you spend your days writing down words of inner thought to occupy the time, as it rolls on by and by and by
Hold on, just hold on again and again, looking around, keep the noise and art to minimal, look around and hold on again, hear the cop sirens come and go, the noise will fade, help is on the way, awake with a sad desperation, holding a knife and looking at a mirror, a suicide and some screams, the life you never lived and everything you've seen, don't close your eyes, as your life flashes through your eyes
Don't close your eyes, help is on the way, don't weep another restless night, the mental abuse will stop in time, don't weep another broken night
-Jon Powder-
....
Kings
Coming down from this endless nightmare
Of sleepless nights
No medication has been spent
On a careless gent such as thee
Take me back to my home city of Edmonton
Where I was born un-forgiven
The sins were as real as the blood in my veins
Guilty for being alive
And alive so real and careless
Coming down from the medication I was pumped with
Take me to the green fields of Ireland
Where I can connect with life once again
America can't kill me
Since these shoes were built to last a lifetime
I won't ever make it alive
But it doesn't hurt to try
Give it a shot
Shoot me down from the sky, these wings
Were wrecked when I fell from grace
Take me down, take me away
Take me back to where I was born
But home never lasts, the feeling always goes
The heart never sleeps restful and revamped
Wanderlust with yearnings to get away from here
Take me to the punk streets of London
Where I can connect with the music and anarchy
Can a home really last forever
When the wood has decayed and crumbled beneath my feet
Can kings live inside this world, where dreams are killed in combat
World wide webbed and downloaded and hollow
Take me back to where I was once reborn
If it still stands tall and real and full of life
-Jon Powder-
....
Aaron
It took me so long to see, the love that was in front of me, softly spoken, you whisper sweet words to me, writing words this way - I just can't find all words to describe how much you mean to me, hey pretty eyes, you mean the world to me
I went the distance for the right person, I went the distance because this feeling was true, no road can ever be too long to travel for me to get to you, no land is too big enough to walk across to get to you, when I say I love you
I mean it with every word, with heart and emotion given and taken, with every beat my heart makes, here I am today, when I saw you with your boyish smile, blushing and shy beyond charm and sweetness, when I saw you there looking back at me, you look so beautiful, my love
I love you
-Jon Powder-