As i sit here not able to do much traveling because of school I keep on listening to this song. this song makes me nostalgic of days on the road. just thought i'd share it. the lyrics are as follows
punx win
by Erik Petersen
roll into town, it isn't long
before i start to dig
for all the bones and buried treasures
beneath the golden streets
and i could never shake the feeling
their trying to pull one over on you and me
creep into town, it isn't long
before i start to roam
seek out the patches on the punx
maybe a band i know
i bet you in five minutes time
we find we know all the same people, places, and roads
and it isn't long before i start to feel
like somehow, i can never leave home
across this country, it isn't long
before i start to feel
better times, become a crime
to spend my bones and wheels
it makes me wonder why we rebels
make a holiday, of every single meal
and when we find amazing places, cheap burritos, magic spices
its like "hey, wish you were here!"
poison river
got no paddle
and i'll never
leave without ya
leave without ya...
so i collect these crumpled beer stained flyers, 7" photographs
all your old letters that remind me to look down and back
and then i realize that our romance has it's roots in one subhumans patch
so when i feel like its time for bed, the game is done
its all been raided, jailed and busted
and the weseals won
i find a batch of kids who think of things i never thought
when i was young
this song is a weapon, defense against the dying
is there any time to feel?
every story has been spun
poison river
got no paddle
and i'll never
leave without ya
punx win
by Erik Petersen
roll into town, it isn't long
before i start to dig
for all the bones and buried treasures
beneath the golden streets
and i could never shake the feeling
their trying to pull one over on you and me
creep into town, it isn't long
before i start to roam
seek out the patches on the punx
maybe a band i know
i bet you in five minutes time
we find we know all the same people, places, and roads
and it isn't long before i start to feel
like somehow, i can never leave home
across this country, it isn't long
before i start to feel
better times, become a crime
to spend my bones and wheels
it makes me wonder why we rebels
make a holiday, of every single meal
and when we find amazing places, cheap burritos, magic spices
its like "hey, wish you were here!"
poison river
got no paddle
and i'll never
leave without ya
leave without ya...
so i collect these crumpled beer stained flyers, 7" photographs
all your old letters that remind me to look down and back
and then i realize that our romance has it's roots in one subhumans patch
so when i feel like its time for bed, the game is done
its all been raided, jailed and busted
and the weseals won
i find a batch of kids who think of things i never thought
when i was young
this song is a weapon, defense against the dying
is there any time to feel?
every story has been spun
poison river
got no paddle
and i'll never
leave without ya
