Most people would know me by Charles, if you know who I am, then you know who I am, if not, then you don't know me. If you'd like to know me, contact me. I'm way too lazy and/or paranoid to actually make/upkeep a decent myspace page. However, I'm not too lazy to talk with cool peeps, so hit me up.
This is what i want.
I want all the punks to take to the streets playing their guitars.
This is what i want.
It's what i want.
This is what i want.
Black kids and white kids,
sharing all the songs that their grandmamas taught 'em.
This is what i want.
It's what i want.
And we'll play 'em on our horns,
we'll bang 'em on our drums,
we'll play 'em on our guitars.
Oh oh oh, on our guitars!
Singing songs that our mothers sang to us when we were young.
Songs that we may remember reading.
Songs we heard a stranger sing or humming on the streets.
Songs we made up yesterday on the porch in the rain on our guitars.
And we'll never sing a song we heard on your radio,
or a song someone else was paid to write or sing.
And we'll never sing of sex - the fakest kind of love.
Those songs will not be played on our guitars...
On our guitars...
On our guitars...
And we'll play 'em on our horns,
we'll bang 'em on our drums,
we'll play 'em on our guitars.
Oh oh oh, on our guitars!
"The problem with the internet is it removes 90% of the act of conversation from conversation. Since nature abhors a vacuum, that empty space must be filled, and since "I think therefor I am" has become common knowledge for the "civilized" sections of humanity, the conversational void is filled with whatever strokes each person's ego the best."
"Vengeance is not the point, change is. But the trouble is that in most people's minds the thought of victory and the thought of punishing the enemy coincide."
Bread circulates through the paws of depraved
As the almighty dollar disables its slaves
When the products you bought just won't bio-degrate
An army of plastic will hold down our gate
When fuel costs an arm and supplies cost a leg
Soon quadriplegics will lay by the peg
Paying for air, yes a dollar a breath
But keep your receipt,a tax deductable death
You're caught deaf, blind, and dumb
Consumption's like coke, you're addicted and numb
You know that I'd rather grin with teeth of gold
But we're just products on the food chain
If you're not eaten you'll be sold
I collect unicorns! Figurines, paintings (preferably on velvet), music boxes, stuffed animals...pretty much if there is a unicorn on it, I collect it. That is all :)