You need a buttstroke to the face
You need a swift kick in the guts
You need a fist to the groin
You need your head shoved up your butt
You need your attitude adjusted
You're such a pathetic worthless wimp
You need a journey to the Middle East
You need to be sold to a Syrian pimp
What a gutless wonder
What a mouthy little boy toy
You deserve the fires of Hell
For your small self indulgent joy
You speak of young brave men
And know not of the roads they've walked
You're nothing but an empty shell
Who thinks they've said something
Because they opened their mouth and talked
Neils
6:22 pm
12/15/2007
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transcribed this time
6:27 pm
12/15/2007
N....again
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Monday, September 03, 2007
You try to give them a chance....Till you just have to punch their literary teeth out and break their pop corn back bones
You deserve a beat down
A blanket party and a
Foot locker to fall over
Mr rocket car driver and
The world is all flowers and clover
What a punked out bitch
You've turned out to be
Even if you were anything before
All you are now is a used to be
Quite your whining and crying
Neal Young ain't gonna be your friend
How does it feel to live in a world
Completely built around pretend
Cole Porter was in the French Foreign Legion
Jimi Hendrix was Airborne and didn't sing rap
You on the other hand seem to hope against hope
You can slip by with your sing songy soft pedaled crap
Wake up and quit bein the organ grinders monkey
Quit trying to placate the ship of fools request
Some where Some how in Some way you've forgotten
Where to go deep inside to step forth with your best
I bet you can't even name one guy who isn't a lame ass
Who isn't an over self involved hollowed imitation man
What are you gonna do take the so called slide ride
And then and only then on your last day and last breath
Try to do the best you can
Neils
10:48 pm
09/03/2007
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transcribed this time
10:56 pm
09/03/2007
N......again
A blanket party and a
Foot locker to fall over
Mr rocket car driver and
The world is all flowers and clover
What a punked out bitch
You've turned out to be
Even if you were anything before
All you are now is a used to be
Quite your whining and crying
Neal Young ain't gonna be your friend
How does it feel to live in a world
Completely built around pretend
Cole Porter was in the French Foreign Legion
Jimi Hendrix was Airborne and didn't sing rap
You on the other hand seem to hope against hope
You can slip by with your sing songy soft pedaled crap
Wake up and quit bein the organ grinders monkey
Quit trying to placate the ship of fools request
Some where Some how in Some way you've forgotten
Where to go deep inside to step forth with your best
I bet you can't even name one guy who isn't a lame ass
Who isn't an over self involved hollowed imitation man
What are you gonna do take the so called slide ride
And then and only then on your last day and last breath
Try to do the best you can
Neils
10:48 pm
09/03/2007
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transcribed this time
10:56 pm
09/03/2007
N......again
Monday, July 30, 2007
Bravo Bravo
You never stood up for nuthin
You never stood up for your nation
You never stood up for your race
You were born with a set of cotton balls
No guts and no desire to merge with grace
You were clever with your words
They never touched either blood or bone
When ever a brother ever needed another
You were always proud to stand alone
You believed in contrived connections
You taught nothing of substance or stone
You had all the faith of a false tale teller
For your sins of omissions you never atoned
Oh you were smart enough to give lip service
To look another seriously in the eye
To say that you finally understood your real teacher
Never told you or lived as an example a lie
But those were just conveniences
Something that slipped easily off the tongue
Like the skill you had long ago learned
Long ago when we were all strong and young
But you seemed to meet every test
With a side step a put off or a slide
But neither intellectual acumen or
Protected surroundings forever gets a free ride
Do you remember anything you’ve said
Do you remember any vows that you have taken
Do you remember any chances you’ve been given
Or have you just done your walk away fade
And left them all forsaken
Do you remember sitting on that porch
That wintry day at the Ave B cafe
Do you remember the words
Stand up for the truth
Or have you
Still got nuthin to say
Neils
7:37 pm
07/24/2007
You never stood up for your nation
You never stood up for your race
You were born with a set of cotton balls
No guts and no desire to merge with grace
You were clever with your words
They never touched either blood or bone
When ever a brother ever needed another
You were always proud to stand alone
You believed in contrived connections
You taught nothing of substance or stone
You had all the faith of a false tale teller
For your sins of omissions you never atoned
Oh you were smart enough to give lip service
To look another seriously in the eye
To say that you finally understood your real teacher
Never told you or lived as an example a lie
But those were just conveniences
Something that slipped easily off the tongue
Like the skill you had long ago learned
Long ago when we were all strong and young
But you seemed to meet every test
With a side step a put off or a slide
But neither intellectual acumen or
Protected surroundings forever gets a free ride
Do you remember anything you’ve said
Do you remember any vows that you have taken
Do you remember any chances you’ve been given
Or have you just done your walk away fade
And left them all forsaken
Do you remember sitting on that porch
That wintry day at the Ave B cafe
Do you remember the words
Stand up for the truth
Or have you
Still got nuthin to say
Neils
7:37 pm
07/24/2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
You need to wake up
You need to wake up
To a boot in your face
To a fist in your gut
To being slammed on the ground
To somebody kicking your butt
You're irritating and simpering
You're petty and bed wetty
You need a claymore good morning
And to step on a bouncing betty
You need your knees broken
Your head stomped in
You need a left to the throat
And and a right to the chin
Shut up with your cry baby
Version of the world
You can't even toss your
Hat in the ring.....
Without throwin it like a girl
Neils
5:04 pm
07/21/2007
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transcribed this time
5:07 pm
07/21/2007
N.....again
To a boot in your face
To a fist in your gut
To being slammed on the ground
To somebody kicking your butt
You're irritating and simpering
You're petty and bed wetty
You need a claymore good morning
And to step on a bouncing betty
You need your knees broken
Your head stomped in
You need a left to the throat
And and a right to the chin
Shut up with your cry baby
Version of the world
You can't even toss your
Hat in the ring.....
Without throwin it like a girl
Neils
5:04 pm
07/21/2007
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transcribed this time
5:07 pm
07/21/2007
N.....again
Monday, March 26, 2007
How nice it is to attack
By always being the one who's insulted
Somehow slighted somehow hurt
How convenient justification slides off
The tongue when it snakes out
To dish its dirt
Neils
2:03 am
03/26/2007
Somehow slighted somehow hurt
How convenient justification slides off
The tongue when it snakes out
To dish its dirt
Neils
2:03 am
03/26/2007
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