5th & miller
i saw the Devil on tuesday in pittsburgh at 4:30.
no red horns, goat face, goatee - but long hair, dark shades, and a pretty face in a BMW. i was headed home from work when we met at the crossroads after a day that had neither been too hard nor too easy. i did not receive a raise nor had i done something to raise the ire of my boss. just a late any-old summer tuesday.
i broke from one of the major arteries running through the neighborhood onto a smaller vein. both sides of the street were lined with cars, making going slow if there was oncoming traffic.
but not now.
the street was free and wide open between me and the light. i pressed on the pedal and out popped the Devil. He looked like a rich housewife from the suburbs in a BMW that tuesday, but He couldn’t fool me. His car inched past its stop sign, allowing the Devil to peer past the parked cars and down the street. He saw me coming - looked dead at me - and i was sure that He wouldn’t cross my path. but i hesitated anyway, took my foot from the gas for a moment...only a moment. then i pressed onward, confident with only two car lengths between my ride and the Devil’s beemer. no way He would pull out.
but He did.
i again had to relent, take my foot from the gas to the brake and slow my trip home. what’s worse, He slowed down and glared at me with her eyes from the rearview mirror, then the side. He flipped me the bird, too! now, i don’t know about you, but the way i figured it, that was my right to shoot the finger, throw out a curse word. any other day, i’d be damned if i’d let someone get away with that. but not on that tuesday. i laughed. couldn’t help it. giggled my ass off. see, i guess i had what alcoholic's refer to as a moment of clarity.
we go to hell in pieces.
i like to think that i left Old Scratch scratching His head that day, that maybe He went to hell a little bit confused. the BMW went straight through the light, down a one-way and busted off some poor soul's mirror.
me? i just turned right.
no red horns, goat face, goatee - but long hair, dark shades, and a pretty face in a BMW. i was headed home from work when we met at the crossroads after a day that had neither been too hard nor too easy. i did not receive a raise nor had i done something to raise the ire of my boss. just a late any-old summer tuesday.
i broke from one of the major arteries running through the neighborhood onto a smaller vein. both sides of the street were lined with cars, making going slow if there was oncoming traffic.
but not now.
the street was free and wide open between me and the light. i pressed on the pedal and out popped the Devil. He looked like a rich housewife from the suburbs in a BMW that tuesday, but He couldn’t fool me. His car inched past its stop sign, allowing the Devil to peer past the parked cars and down the street. He saw me coming - looked dead at me - and i was sure that He wouldn’t cross my path. but i hesitated anyway, took my foot from the gas for a moment...only a moment. then i pressed onward, confident with only two car lengths between my ride and the Devil’s beemer. no way He would pull out.
but He did.
i again had to relent, take my foot from the gas to the brake and slow my trip home. what’s worse, He slowed down and glared at me with her eyes from the rearview mirror, then the side. He flipped me the bird, too! now, i don’t know about you, but the way i figured it, that was my right to shoot the finger, throw out a curse word. any other day, i’d be damned if i’d let someone get away with that. but not on that tuesday. i laughed. couldn’t help it. giggled my ass off. see, i guess i had what alcoholic's refer to as a moment of clarity.
we go to hell in pieces.
i like to think that i left Old Scratch scratching His head that day, that maybe He went to hell a little bit confused. the BMW went straight through the light, down a one-way and busted off some poor soul's mirror.
me? i just turned right.
Johnny St. Clair wuz here at 11:58 PM
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I can handle things!
i'm smart!
not like everybody says, like dumb!
i'm smart!
and i want respect!
~ johnny pentangeli
if history has taught us anything, it's that you can kill anyone.
~ johnny brazzi
baby boy
dieing under hot desert sun,
watch your colours run.
did you believe the lie they told you,
that christ would lead the way
and in a matter of days
hand us victory?
did you buy the bull they sold you,
that the bullets and the bombs
and all the strong arms
would bring home security?
all eyes upon
dry drunk emperor
gold cross cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been
standing naked for a while!
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!
and bring all the thieves to trial.
end their promise
end their dream
watch it turn to steam
rising to the nose of some cross legged god
gog of magog
end times sort of thing.
oh unmentionable disgrace
shield the childrens faces
as all the monied apes
display unimaginably poor taste
in a scramble for mastery.
atta' boy get em with your gun
till mr. mega ton
tells us when we've won
or
what we're gonna leave undone.
all eyes upon
dry drunk emperor
gold cross jock skull and bones
mocking smile,
he's been
naked for a while.
get him gone, get him gone, get him gone!!!
and bring all his thieves to trial.
what if all the fathers and the sons
went marching with their guns
drawn on washington.
that would seal the deal,
show if it was real,
this supposed freedom.
what if all the bleeding hearts
took it on themselves
to make a brand new start.
organs pumpin on their sleeves,
paint murals on the white house
feed the leaders L.S.D
grab your fife and drum,
grab yor gold baton
and let's meet on the lawn,
shut down this hypocrisy.
~ johnny joinstherevolution
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