Musings —10.28.2010 04:38 PM—
I may have a perforated eardrum, but I can still hear good punk rock (sort of). The Menzingers are anthemic punk, as someone wrote, on the road between Billy Bragg and the Clash. Friggin’ awesome.
So we laughed through glossy eyes,
Surely the gods would recognize,
Our good intentions, we showed them,
The sweat covered our skin.
We aged a decade in an hour,
We gave away our innocence.