I ain’t got much to say
that hasn’t been said
The sky is above us
the sunrise is red
My neck is attached
to my ignorant head
and I’m told it’s no crime
when a punk kid is dead.

They say he said stop
They say that he pled
They say he was shot
They’re sure that he bled
They say that he stole
to keep himself fed
They say it’s no crime
that the punk kid is dead.

The world spins around
The moon holds the tide
There’s blood in the wind
and the hate’s calcified
There’s no love for the mother
and the tears that she cried
and there’s no crime at all
that her punk kid has died

I ain’t got much to say
that hasn’t been said
I know that all my thoughts
have been ladled in my head
The world, it’s getting crowded
and it’s hard to stay fed
So the all the fat men rejoice
that the punk kid is dead.

Ain't Got Much To Say (Punk Kid)

Most Of The Time (B. Dylan)

Music and Lyrics by U2
Vocals and guitars by Ross Berman

New York (Hewson.Evans.Clayton.Mullen)

Radiohead (Strange Change, Middle, Repeat)

Medical Card Blues

Made a few lyrical changes, but only a few.

Blowin' In The Wind (Bob Dylan cover)

Sweet City, I am drunk on insignificance.
I am swinging from the streetlights like a simpleton.
I am overstimulated with your deliverance.

I am singing for my life in smoke filled basements.
I am singing for my pay in smoke filled basements.
I am singing for my life in smoke filled basements.

Sweet City, I am stoned on insincerity.
I am flinging my shit at your authority.
I am numb to my core with bitter irony.

I am fucking for my life in smoke filled basements.
I am fucking for my pay in smoke filled basements.
I am fucking for my life in smoke filled basements.

Sweet City, I am strung out on your sunrises.
I am searching every alleyway for new surprises.
I am broken by your compromises.

I am settling for my life in smoke filled basements.
I am settling for my pay in smoke filled basements.
I am settling for my life in smoke filled basements.

Sweet City, I am strung out on your smoke filled basements.
But I don't wanna go home.

Culture Monkey

Smoke Filled Basements

How to fail at being an ally (even with the best of intentions)

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The Culture Vulture (Whatever You Need It To Be)

Music by Patrick Leonard
Lyrics by Leonard Cohen
All Vocals, Instruments & Arrangement by Ross W Berman IV

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You Want It Darker (L. Cohen)

Music & Lyrics by U2
All instruments, vocals & arrangement by Ross W Berman IV

The First Time (Hewson/Evans/Clayton/Mullins)

We're out here grinding for that cheddar everyday, money never sleeps and I'm so very tired, let's get this bread. 24/7 hustle.

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Changing Of The Guards (Bob Dylan Cover)

Chicago based Playwright/poet/musician with too much time on his hands.

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