Tag: rock
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Crust Punk Scene
Thinking back to my days as a crust punk It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t Around me,…
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Hidden Ritual
In 1971 the Devil released a book and an album After a millennium in the pit he had a head full of tunes Every good guitarist owing and betrothed Every decent singer owes him their throat’s gold Arousal at fame’s suggestion, their souls by deed his at the moment of their disposal All the pills…