I've had this album for a while now, and I've probably listened to this song 7 or 8 times. But today, for some reason, I was really floored by the lyrics:
My dreams were all about submission
To get on top I gave up dreaming
I get hard thinking about the sixties
But I hit a wall when I reach the now
I'm acquainted with too many punk rockers
Nothing rose so nothing converged
Technology draws a very hard line
The future's pinned beneath a power surge
I'll keep moving so nobody can pin me
I'll die alone, yeah, so will you
I had a plan, it depended on outrage
When every one knows we're all pure
Portland was a soft city
But now its surfaces are hard
One day I'll stop reading
My center could be a bomb
("Bomb Culture" by Crack City Rockers. Thanks Eric. You will never cease to impress me.)
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