you couldn’t have just done yourself?
You should get up off your knees
and put that bible back on the shelf.
If this rocking chair ain’t stable,
then neither is my mind,
and I think about you leavin’ all the time"
This is for the kids who forgot their school colors on purpose.
You are the disinfectant gym floor dust broom sweepers
who can’t live in an ocean of enough,
This is for you who hated your own school’s fight song-
This is for the people who are scraped awake by the sky at night,
riven to base of spine, you stare our entire gravity plane,
you fly our whole earthquake,
because it’s fucking scary out there, man,
We need a fight song.
A “let’s get rowdy and fuck some shit up let’s get rowdy and fuck each other up let’s get rowdy and eat all this goddam ice cream and drink all this goddam Tundra-drip infused orange juice ‘til we can’t see straight anymore then take some college acronym exam then burn it” kind of fight song.
The kind of fight song in which people die then are brought back to life
just so we can fight them again because the point isn’t killing, it’s fighting, but sometimes death happens, it’s inconvenient like that, so in this fight song all our dead grandparents and relatives come back in their prime and I can hear my grandfather saying “put up your dukes, kid!” and we toe the fucking line and man can that guy take a hit.
This fight song is for people
who are scared of other people
because they are beautiful, us human-bone
wretched lover-eyes gaze at everybody
and want to kiss them
and punch them really hard
and buy them a nice bottle of wine
all at once.
We will transcribe this fight song on our knuckles
like hipster tattoos but cooler because this will mean something.
We will sing this fight song a cappella or with storm thunder bulwark
broken horizon accompaniment.
We will compose this fight song out of shoelaces. Dirty ones that aren’t good for hanging anything from.
We will write it with fingernail clippings of newspaper articles
about every time we don’t win, and if you win something, fuck you
let’s fight about it but only while we play our fight song
It does not have raunchy guitar riffs
and there is no bass drum
or soulful post-rock experience cloud-colored
mood swing love notes,
there is no craftily shot music video
or organized dancing scene that is character and color-coded,
just a lot of flashing lights and bodies of people
controlled by people on other bodies of people
almost like dancing but better because they aren’t all trying to fuck
in this one, they’re trying to fight.
It’s got spunk, this fight song
could fight your fights for you,
like a box of mini wheats commercial but in real life
This is for people who never got to eat mini wheats,
there is a way to pour the milk just perfect
so that the wheats retain the perpetual crunch
this fight song will ensure your cereal never gets soggy,
This fight song is never flaccid
and always offensive
but also always well-timed,
It’s got six harmonies
and percussion of knuckle on hope
and shin in mouth
This fight song is not for sporting events,
school gatherings, pride, war, religion, or even drinking, (well, sometimes drinking)
it is for people who fight the sunrise and the concrete and the dirt,
the abuse and the hurt, the love and the worth,
this fight song is easy to sing, you just find somebody you love and punch them because knuckles last longer than lips,
This fight song doesn’t fuck around,
will sing itself
so long as it has somebody to sing with:
We wont’ fade away
No we won’t die today
We will mend our hearts
No, we won’t fade away.
ARE YOU KIDDING GO LISTEN TO ANDY’S SONG NOW