My Dark Folk Music Past(Oct 28, 1997).
This is a poem I've been meaning to write for a year or so. My friend
Shawn Mullins was touring the country in the Fall of '96 and a
friend-of-a-friend caught one of his shows in Seattle. I guess she didn't
realize what she was going to hear. She liked the show but said: "It
wasn't his fault, it's just that I don't like anything that reminds me of
folk music." -- Melissa. I decided to take the comment (completely out
of context, mind you) and wrap a humorous poem around it. Its not a very
original idea but I thought it was funny nonetheless.
My Dark Folk Music Past...
I can't take all the candles
and the heavy espresso brew
It brings back painful memories
of a lifestyle I once knew
So I'll pass on the Chamomile
and the dainty scones too
I've given up on writing poems
about the alternate realities I knew
Just get me a shot and a beer chaser fast!
'cause I'm remembering my dark folk music past.
I listen to the 'Pistols now
and prefer my clothes colored black
No more bell bottoms or that tie-dye hemp bag
give me cracked leather and a old german army pack
I've traded herb tea for Jagermeister
and given up the weed for crack
Forget the acoustic guitars and peace signs
now I've got a big amp and the Union Jack
So crank up the volume and let the speakers blast
I sure don't want to relive my dark folk music past.
I'm done hanging out in remote forests
trying to right corporate wrongs
God forbid I buy another bongo drum
and start covering Bob Dylan songs
No more collecting feathered roach clips
or engineering more efficient bongs
I've ditched the dredlock girlfriends
in their colorful Guatemalan sarongs
Wow! We better hurry to the mosh pit
I beginning to long for my dark folk music past.
Quick! I gotta get another nipple piercing
Yeah, I'm remembering my dark folk music past.
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