It's Still April

I have an in-depth book review/overview I'm wanting to write, but time seems hard to come by this week. In the meantime, another poetry month tie-in with a couple of songs meant to capture not-so-poetic guys (embedded videos follow the (copy-pasted) lyrics).

Gimme the Car
by The Violent Femmes

Come on dad gimme the car tonight
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I got this girl I wanna....

Come on dad gimme the car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I tell ya what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna pick her up
I'm gonna get her drunk
i'm gonna make her cry
I'm gonna get her high
I'm gonna make her laugh
I'm gonna make her...shh
woman, woman, woman

she gotta knows she's it
cause I'm gonna touch her
all over her body
gonna touch her
all over her body
gonna touch her
all over her body
gonna touch her
all over her body
and she can touch me
all over my body
she can touch me
all over my body
she can touch me
all over my body
she can touch me
all over my body

time goes by I can feel myself growing old
burning inside makin' this boy turn out cold

What's wrong, What's right
I don't care when I hate my life
What's wrong, What's right
y'know people don't care when they hate their life

but how can I explain personal pain
how can I explain personal pain
how can I explain my voice is in vain
how can I explain the deep down
driving, driving, driving,
we're driving, we're driving, we're driving

hey dad speaking of driving
come on dad gimme the car tonight

so much he don't understand
just might never make it to a man

Come on dad gimme the car
I ain't no runt
come on girl gimme your...

cause I ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
y'know I ain't had much to live for
y'know I ain't had much to live for




One Fine Day
by The Offspring

If I had a perfect day,
I would have it start this way,
Open up the fridge and have a tall boy,
Yeah.

Then I'd meet up with my friends,
Head out to the game again,
We don't even really care who wins.

Now excitement seems to grow,
When we're hangin' with the bro's,
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's.
Now the game is cool to see,
You can "High 5" on TV,
Count the riot on the one, two, three.
Operation is in sight,
And the field is open wide,
When you break it then you know you're still alive.
If the cops don't make you pay,
And you make your getaway,
Then you know,
That's one fine day.

On that day before we're through,
We could torch a car or two,
Then have ourselves another tall boy,
Yeah.

Water hoses and batons,
That's the real game that's on,
I don't really give a shit who wins.

Now excitement seems to grow,
When we're hangin' with the bro's,
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's.
Now the game is cool to see,
You can "High 5" on TV,
Count the riot on the one two three
Operation is in sight,
And the field is open wide,
When you break it then you know you're still alive.
If the cops don't make you pay,
And you make your getaway,
Then you know,
That's one fine day.

I believe it's my god-given right,
To destroy everything in my sight,
Cause it never gets dull, it never gets old,
The only thing it gets is more bold.
Drinkin', Fightin', goin to the game,
In our world it's a way to stay sane,
If your asking me,
To have it my way, I'd say that's,
One fine day.

Now excitement seems to grow,
When we're hangin' with the bro's,
When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's.
Now the game is cool to see,
You can "High 5" on TV,
Count the riot on the one, two, three.
Operation is in sight,
And the field is open wide,
When you break it then you know you're still alive.
If the cops don't make you pay,
And you make your getaway,
Then you know,
That's one fine day.
Yeah,
Then you know,
That it's a one fine day.

Now!
Hey,
Hey,
Hey Hey!