A spirit lost.
Naive are their ideals, their politics, perhaps
Young rebels still want to say something important.
Secret is the longing which fans the flames of discontent
For those who hear it: noise...
The ones who listen hear music, poetry, and the message.
New punks don't know how to be.
Romantics with nothing to romance, they sing what lines their pockets.
We see them on our lunchboxes, a commercial theatrical stage...
Express train to homogeneity.
Ourselves equal the frustration of a genie trapped in a Coke bottle.
In our hearts we know something's missing.
Loud, angry, uninhibited by self-consciousness or the restrictions of the normal.
And when it is felt, it is beautiful.
Fashionable for the few flying the flag
Ways to make people listen.
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