A five minute rant inspired by social barriers.
A solo punk band with songs ranging from politics to social issues to evolutionary biology.
Lacking any real musical talent, I decided to use Punk-o-Matic to create some generic punk backgrounds to the various songs I had written. Recorded at low quality through a computer microphone, the songs are not musical masterpieces but the lyrics are still strong. Give it a listen, you might enjoy it.
Lyrics
We all have our own cliques
Build walls of social bricks
To go between is all but quick
Yet it’s nothing but a trick
There are those that exclude
I say that’s fucked up dude
No progress comes from feud
But man it’s time to be rude
Maybe I don’t wear the right clothes
Or do the right things at the right shows
But what makes me worse than you?
Can’t you see my character shining through?
Maybe you’re caught up with yourself
Too much to think about anyone else
But look inside of your shallow skin
Deep down, god damnit, we’re all human
Yeah, this is a punk cliché
We were all “out†in the day
“Mike, is yours a different way?â€
Fuck it, I still have things to say
I am not preaching hate
Nor anything, I’ll just state:
It’s hopeless to believe in fate
But the day will come, just wait
Maybe I don’t wear the right clothes
Or do the right things at the right shows
But what makes me worse than you?
Can’t you see my character shining through?
Maybe you’re caught up with yourself
Too much to think about anyone else
But look inside of your shallow skin
Deep down, god damnit, we’re all human
What satisfaction do you gain
By causing other’s pain?
Yeah, I can see your neck veins
And how hard you train
I bet you could smash my face
A real paradigm of the human race
I’m sorry I live in your space
But man, get the fuck off of my case
Well, maybe I stay home on Friday nights
Why is your life much more right?
I’m not out selling my soul for beer
I’m right in my room, yeah, I’m right here
Maybe I write these songs too often
And over time the edge has softened
But man, at least I’m still out her trying
It may be trite, but you’re not testifying
And maybe my voice cracks on heigh notes
But my voice is mine, not something past smote
And maybe the bands you like are more obscure
What a child, man are you four?
I live my life by my own rules
Fuck your stereotypes, I’m not your tool
We are all different, we are all the same
Not unity just respect regardless of fame
Your whole fucking attitude fills me with shame
You’re not coming, not going, you’ve went and came
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
You already know what I’m gonna say
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Some day man you’ll come my way
Maybe I don’t wear the right clothes
Or do the right things at the right shows
But what makes me worse than you?
Can’t you see my character shining through?
Maybe you’re caught up with yourself
Too much to think about anyone else
But look inside of your shallow skin
Deep down, god damnit, we’re all human
Well, maybe I stay home on Friday nights
Why is your life much more right?
I’m not out selling my soul for beer
I’m right in my room, yeah, I’m right here
Maybe I write these songs too often
And over time the edge has softened
But man, at least I’m still out her trying
It may be trite, but you’re not testifying
And maybe my voice cracks on high notes
But my voice is mine, not something past smote
And maybe the bands you like are more obscure
What a child, man are you four?
I live my life by my own rules
Fuck your stereotypes, I’m not your tool
Fuck your stereotypes, I’m not your tool
Fuck your stereotypes, I’m not your tool
Fuck your stereotypes, I’m not your tool!
