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Narcorockcritocracy (Nicfittius Criticae)
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Rhythmic philosophy
(art forms in clarity)
has critical mess
(who’s to judge its peace?)
commericality
(makes no sense at all)
is such irrelevance
(makes no sense at all)
corporate expression
(our generation)
comes and goes
(love and hated)
artistic expression
(our generation)
can never be done.
Build destruction and less destruction,
so quit the old god damn debation.
It’s like gum in your hair, daddy loves men,
mommy digs pot, but I got the rock,
no I got the rock!
Freak out!
corporate expression
(our generation)
comes and goes
(love and hated)
artistic expression
(our generation)
can never be done.
Flex your head and rise above,
You’ve heard of this slang, don’t you had enough?
So grab yourself a chair, listen to what they said,
punk is broke, but rock ain’t dead,
no rock ain’t dead!
Touche!
Rock and roll
(basis of our earhole)
runs a big milestone
(forever down the road)
Johnny Rotten and Prince
(Elvis and Morrissey)
to D. Boon and Hendrix
(musical tragedy)
This is the story of the young adolescents,
rocking their youth like their own government.
Appraising the norm of narcorockcritocracy,
better to see.
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