Of Life and Song

I emerge from the cellar I dwell there often but it is not my home I ascend the stairs step by step by step The climb is winding but I make it without complaint I do this often At the top of the stairs sits a small table of mahogany Burnished a shining burgundy with honey upon the table is the vase and across from the table is the light at the center The vase is sea green and boreal impossibly delicate and strong filled with life and song I know it will be shattered soon it does this often … Continue reading Of Life and Song

Oldepunk’s Themesong of the Day

“Jerk-Off” [Maynard:] Use to be a bunch of assholes that lived in this part of the building here, but we systematically removed them like you would any kind of termite or roach Someone told me once that there’s a right and wrong, punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true for jerk-offs just like you. Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole. but I’m tired of waiting. Someone told me once that there’s a right and wrong, punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line. But … Continue reading Oldepunk’s Themesong of the Day

Circles

An inference of platitudes a circle and defining latitude, a foreign thought, a cross across sovereign skies intertwined tales of lassitude a 3 pence secret and yellowed articles that speak of it In front of the old brownstone with the oaken door a brass knob turned the opening thereby, gaining entry in time born of an odd soliloquy the remnant unfettered I noticed it changed your gait left unlocked, the gate swung in silently on freshly oiled hinges privy to the partly secluded, you saw the closing once you spoke of the orange Tom-cat asleep on the porch. Certain you … Continue reading Circles

Oldepunk’s Theme Song of the Day

More of the great Alt-J “Deadcrush” Extraordinarily pretty teeth Beauty lingers out of reach You’re my DC oh Lee, oh Man Ray went cray cray over you Capturing but never captured You’re my DC oh Lee, oh Swim low In a backyard in the night Sample Put it there, get the money In the back of a Volvo car Sample Hold up Pay up, sign up LA Anna Bolina Maid of honour Not your sister, fearful temper You’re my DC oh Anna, oh Unknown artist Took your likeness Henry Tudor left you lifeless You’re my DC oh Anna, oh Keepa, … Continue reading Oldepunk’s Theme Song of the Day

Outside the Walls

So this is something new for me.  I tried to write the other side of this song.  I love Kings of Leon.  Caleb is a great songwriter, it’s simple and emotional stuff.  His voice is soulful and rich; he can really get to my heartstrings.  So here we go.   [Verse 1] I can’t get there on my own You can’t leave me here alone I’m just trying to do what’s right Oh a man ain’t a man ‘less he’s fought the fight [Verse 2] I could never point you out Waste of space in a faceless crowd Tell me … Continue reading Outside the Walls

Oldepunk’s Theme Song of the Really Early Morning

    cut my nails to the quick But still i was caught with my hand in the till Red-handed Give me something Give me anything The threat of everything is when it becomes nothing at all Fingers reaching, trophy swelling That’s when desire trips me up Got a new technique money let’s the pieces fit where they fall Privilege – it sanctions everything Security – a net under it all My fingers reaching, the trophy swelling That’s when desire trips me up I cut my nails to the quick But still I was caught with my hand in the … Continue reading Oldepunk’s Theme Song of the Really Early Morning