Slash vs. Axl
The above title really has nothing to do with the following article, the hell I care with Guns N' Roses, I liked November Rain’s video though, very theatrical like Phantom of the Opera. And all the suing and legal battles are so Phantom of the Opera, why not they just slash each others throat, so we can live in peace. What am I talking about? We can never live in peace. Nor we will die in peace. It’s not going to happen. Anyhow, this is the second installment of the collection I made haphazardly in college. I bet you’re not really that interested. This article was in response to the song “American Idiot” by Green Day. I don’t know if my teacher got this one cause I don’t even get it myself. But, I like the style. I am a critic of my work and I more often than not abhor them. I love it like that. Always.
Slashes
What if I started talking with slashes/just like the lyrics of the song/And all my political and social sentiments will be plotted with music/I would be singing on the top of my lungs/It sounds cliché/But everybody will hear me/It will be because the voice was the catch/and the message was hypothetically real/And everyone will be in my herd/under my control/This is my own propaganda/
Then, my voice will be heard/not in a humdrum kind of way/I will be ‘godly’ but not popular than Jesus Christ/or else it will spell the end of me just like what the Beatles did/Everyone will listen to me/The society will pay attention/The government will also listen/The big-mouthed bastards will stop and ponder/that Nature will soon take its wrath/that what goes around comes around/Yes, another cliché/It’s a pattern/And all of us will remain helpless/
But this will not happen/Songs always fall on deaf ears/Just like the pirated CD/My voice will be stuck in their heads though/And I have done my purpose/This is my song/Please listen/
Come on!/Join the bandwagon.
…the song fades… and we stopped singing… no more slashes… just poignant dots in our minds... thank you for not listening… end.
Slashes
What if I started talking with slashes/just like the lyrics of the song/And all my political and social sentiments will be plotted with music/I would be singing on the top of my lungs/It sounds cliché/But everybody will hear me/It will be because the voice was the catch/and the message was hypothetically real/And everyone will be in my herd/under my control/This is my own propaganda/
Then, my voice will be heard/not in a humdrum kind of way/I will be ‘godly’ but not popular than Jesus Christ/or else it will spell the end of me just like what the Beatles did/Everyone will listen to me/The society will pay attention/The government will also listen/The big-mouthed bastards will stop and ponder/that Nature will soon take its wrath/that what goes around comes around/Yes, another cliché/It’s a pattern/And all of us will remain helpless/
But this will not happen/Songs always fall on deaf ears/Just like the pirated CD/My voice will be stuck in their heads though/And I have done my purpose/This is my song/Please listen/
Come on!/Join the bandwagon.
…the song fades… and we stopped singing… no more slashes… just poignant dots in our minds... thank you for not listening… end.
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