Me At Fifteen

These are some lyrics I wrote when I was fifteen that I came upon the other day while looking through my old writings. I find it somewhat reassuring to see that at a time when I knew considerably less than I know now, I was already well aware of a lot. My poetic voice at fifteen is extremely facetious. I am only slightly more mature now. Hah. Here it is as written in my notebook and I am pretty sure I used this as lyrics in a hardcore band I sang for later on called Dick Tracy. [Yes I did and the song is called "Camo Shorts," hah!]

27 July 2004

humanity has reached a new level
we set our own bar higher with each day to come
modern times require modern solutions, modern medicines, modern miracles
lowering the death rate
increasing productivity
a world that revolves around supply and demand
will demand all that can be supplied
delete the illness, plague and suffering
delete murders, delete defects
all will survive, the sick are revived
no one will cry in this world that is blind
harvest our own exponential problems with exponential growth
saving our lives is but an endeavor
only bringing the end upon us faster
the human race is a sponge to the earth
that is a withering puddle
live for this day and age before we need to


p.s. Here are lyrics written about six months later (still fifteen) that were definitely used in a Dick Tracy song called "Computers Growing Vegetables" that can be heard here: http://www.myspace.com/dicktracy. I remember writing this about a high profile news story of a women in a coma who's family would not let her husband 'pull the plug' on her after she had been asleep for some number of years. This is my take on that:

29 March 2005

computers can grow vegetables, is that what they say?
how can you stare down at that motionless, lifeless body?
sure they may be in a world of fantasy, but suppose it is a nightmare
a mouth, latched tight, and out of commission for years running
arms tired of doing all the chewing
don’t turn out the lights, you might turn out the lungs
Bill will haunt you forever more, or at least the rest of your life
I don’t care if its red and says not to touch
you should listen to those who truly know the case
knew might be a better tense because no one is coming back
you are not kidding anyone now
you need to let go of terminal and hold onto subsequent