I love how the comments come up as the song plays like on every song i love it

Ok so let’s just say my mom walked in and heard the lyric “I’m so drunk and I can’t get hard” and my mom was like “HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!” Uhhh-

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A Fool's Paradise

A punk story-song from Music City, sketching out the misfits and characters who make up Nashville’s underground. Amber the goth Waffle House queen, Tyler the country-punk with a safety pin in his nose, Nicole “Trash” the mall poet, and Jeff the anarchist cop — all living proof that Nashville ain’t just cowboys and hymns. This is a noisy, wordy, twangy suite about finding your tribe where you least expect it.

LYRICS
(C) 2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Intro]
Kick drum thumpin’, steel screamin’,
This ain’t the cowboy town you’re dreamin’.

[Verse 1]
Amber the goth girl, never onstage,
Waffle House queen with the midnight rage.
She’s front row center, always dressed in black,
Free waffles smuggled in a paper sack.

[Pre-Chorus]
She don’t need a six-string, don’t need fame,
But she keeps this scene from goin’ lame.
 
[Chorus]
We got players, we got hicks,
Health care pros and total dicks.
Got pickers and a lot of drunks,
and Nashville has a scene for punks.
 
[Verse 2]
Tyler strums country on a Saturday night,
For tips and shots, and the neon light.
Safety pin flashin’ through his nose,
When he plays for the punks, that’s how it goes.

[Pre-Chorus]
He’s got two worlds, both pay the rent,
One for the heart, one for the cents.
 
[Chorus]
We got football, play both kinds,
Tech biz pros with brilliant minds.
Got pickers and a lot of drunks,
and Nashville has a scene for punks.
 
[Verse 3]
Nicole calls herself Trash, that’s true,
Spits slam poems at the club at two.
Lines ‘bout hunger, pain, and scars—
Then drives back home in Daddy’s car.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hot Topic rebel with a borrowed cry,
But hell, she keeps the mosh pit high.

[Chorus]
We got punks in Nashville!
We got punks in Nashville!
We got punks in Nashville!
You better believe.
 
[Bridge]
Not all cowboys, not all saints,
Not all Sunday morning paints.
We got leather, chains, and haze,
We are not your F.O.J.'s.

[Spoken:]
"That stands for Friends Of Jesus"

[Verse 4]
Jeff’s an anarchist with a cop’s day badge,
Singin’ ‘bout chaos in a neon garage.
Saves our asses when the jakes roll in,
Plays both sides, and he still grins.

[Pre-Chorus]
Irony’s a joke, but the joke feels right,
He keeps this scene alive at night.
 
[Chorus]
Corporate types who hoard the bucks,
A lot of bands that really suck.
Got pickers and a lot of drunks,
and Nashville has a scene for punks.


[Interlude, spoken, female voice]
"I stand here with the smell of beer and sweat,
Breathing in the basement air of truth.
We are the royals of cracked sidewalks,
The prophets of duct tape and eyeliner.

It costs a fortune to look this poor,
Every tear in my jeans came with a receipt.
But I’m part of this scene, and I’m still myself,
A mall punk queen with a mouth full of fire."

[Chorus]
We got punks in Nashville!
We got punks in Nashville!
We got punks in Nashville!
You better believe.

[Outro]
Yeah, punks in Nashville…
With a banjo scream.
And a safety pin dream.
And a Waffle House queen.
We got punks in Nashville!

#cowpunk #americana #alt.country #underground

Chugga, Chugga, Hey!

Nashville Punk Suite

Hello Operator

I Created a Monster

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I love Gorillaz so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Murdoc every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Murdoc is God. ", I would say, "Murdoc is king. ". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Gorillaz. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Murdoc. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my crib". He grabs me with his powerful pickle hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Murdoc. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Murdoc. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Murdoc. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Murdoc looks him straight in the eye, and says, "Satan loves you." Murdoc leaves through my window. Murdoc is God. Murdoc is king.

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