Gothicky Rotticka

Down by mascara,
Beneath the train station
By the graveyard - not in the boneyard - But in the backyard of the old radio station
The wind - blowing the rubbish through streets up above - is moaning for love
A quiet little town with a bell-tower sigh
Wishing to be a city sometimes
The girls with high cheekbones are the ones getting high
And the boys with black lipstick are biting their necks
To punk rock undead rock just a block from a corpse
For a strange spinning century, nobody came..
After the plague, it just didn’t feel good
Tommy’s demeanor is what broke his femur
And Amber’s white body was the ghost of her father
Cars up above were on fire as were buildings
And down in the sewers the bums scrounge for shillings
Down there .. THEY were the normal ones
licking desperate for blood which sometimes drips from the grotto
Tommy, with his femur, was now getting blotto
On the bottle half empty with the big purple X
Hoping to score - or have control freak sex

A paradise? A paradox? An epidemic! A suicide!

58 crude steps down into a dank cold cavern
Hush now, sweet child
stop your knees shaking
and carry the torch

Right back down

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A quiet little town with a bell-tower sigh -- great line! Impressive...

This entire piece was a really interesting blend of lyrical imagery and texture. I like the slightly punk vibe...reminds me of when used to be obssessed with the "Sex Pistols" and the "The Clash".

[Richard]

haha thanks Sarah you got it :)
You're such a gift you're so sweet :)

[Richard]

the thing is I want to make it dark and punky but I can never quite abandon my true nature which is to sort of have a childlike rhythm and silly images ... so it's tough to commit completely but I;m grateful that you liked it :)