death disco 98
I found this buried deep in a box in the basement. I remember this night clearly. I had just read John Lydon's autobiography. We were performing at a VFW hall. It was most likely the summertime. Everybody was drinking beer. There were other bands. I cut my lip on the microphone. I made a new friend named Anthony. It felt great to throw a tantrum in public. It must have been a real downer for the upbeat crowd. One friend had been at his mother's funeral that day. I like to think that this noise suited him well in that particular atmosphere. I later learned that John Lydon wrote this song about his mother's death. I gained a new perspective on the lyrics.
words can never say the way it told me in your eyes. silence in your eyes. what are you saying? silence in your eyes. never, in a fade. silence in your face.
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