Punk Funk
chronic aging sonic raging do not go gently into that white noise rage against the aging of your sound
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Punk Funk
chronic aging sonic raging do not go gently into that white noise rage against the aging of your sound
Exploit
A puppet Lynched by its string
You Robot
Asimov forgot to exclude love Now the automation of our lives And individualism are intertwined
Entitlement
Welfare portrayed As cradle to grave While the alternative stays Maternity unpaid While they up-charge the grave
Wake
Nothing quite gets out the stains Like the early morning light Even last night’s pains Will start to look alright So dust off those eyes And water your throat It’s time to step outside Of your mind and into hope
Moving Off
I miss the way I missed you I long for that old longing I wish I could still wish for you But I’ve promised to stop mourning
Dressed in all black you haunt my dreams Broken and lost I am still wandering The truth is that some days i wake up And find that I don't really want to be alive It's been months and thoughts still linger In the dark I can still see those demons During the day I still live those nightmares And in the morning wake up and do it again What I used to call home is just bad memories My contorted heart is rough around the edges If I should lie still some morning in my bed I would kindly ask that you dress in something Other than the color black you broke my heart in Maybe some bright colors that we all like, We all know how you like those floral patterns
Vultures
When you came a rumbling The walls came crumbling And the vultures came To peck at the crumbs And where are you? Whilst I succumb To the epilogue Of the love you wrote The runaway author Missing her story’s close