I started going to Madame Louise's, the lesbian club where all the punk bands used to go - the Sex Pistols, the Clash. I remember seeing Billy Idol walk in there; he was gorgeous.
quote by Boy George
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I think people are too hard on the Pistols. The Pistols started the whole punk thing and never saw much money.
quote by Gavin Rossdale
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Lesbian Woman V 2
Rewrite/parody of the classic Pretty Woman
Lesbian woman stalkin' down my street
Lesbian woman, get away
You're the not I want to meet
Lesbian woman, I don't want you
Believe me
That's the truth
No one who looks as good as me could ever want someone like you
Mercy
Lesbian woman, won't you get away from me
Lesbian woman, surely you can't help but see
Lesbian woman, I'll make it as plain to you as can be
No matter how hard you try
There will never be a you and me
Lesbian woman, no I don't wanna stop a while
Lesbian woman, no I don't wanna talk a while
Lesbian woman, guaranteed you'll never get an orgasm out of me
Lesbian woman, no, no, no
Lesbian woman, just go away
Lesbian woman, you'll just have to move on and forget about me
'Cause I don't want you
My bible says it ain't right
Come on and understand please that there is no maybe
I really don't wannabe your baby
No, no, no
Lesbian woman, you won't be tappin' mine tonight
Lesbian woman, just walk on by
Lesbian woman, I don't give a damn if you cry
Lesbian woman, just walk away
Ok
That's the way it must be, ok
Go on home, it's late
And don't you dare try again tomorrow night
But wait, what is this I feel
What's happening to me?
Is she turning me on?
Is that what's happening to me?
Yeah, I'm gonna let her give it to me
O-oh
O-oh God forgive me
O-oh
O-oh my
Lesbian woman
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Lesbian Woman-V 1
A rewrite/parody of the classic Pretty Woman
Lesbian woman prowling down your street
Lesbian woman, guaranteed I'm the kind of woman you're like to eat
Lesbian woman, you can believe me
It's the truth
No one could do you as good as me
Mercy
Lesbian woman, won't you come over and please me
Lesbian woman, surely you can't help but see
Lesbian woman, I know you must be as horny as me
So tell me baby
Are you hot and bothered tonight?
Just like me
Lesbian woman, lick me a while
Lesbian woman, rub me down a while
Lesbian woman, give the best of your breasts to me
Lesbian woman, oh oh oh
Lesbian woman, do me that way
Lesbian woman, say you'll spend the night with me
Cause I wanna sex you
I'll love you down right
Just say you'll come with me baby
Be mine tonight
Lesbian woman, don't walk on by
Lesbian woman, don't try to lie or deny
Lesbian woman, don't walk away
Ok
If that's the way you wanna be, ok
I guess I'll find another to take home, give them a red hot date
As for you
Baby you'll have another chance tomorrow night
But wait, what do I see?
Is she walking back to me?
Yeah, my baby is walking back to come onto to me
O-oh
Lesbian woman
2008 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Were it not for the Clash, punk would have been just a sneer, a safety pin and a pair of bondage trousers.
quote by Billy Bragg
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By the time I was 19, punk had occurred. It had a completely different cultural dynamic to it which rejected everything and started again from the year zero.
quote by Billy Bragg
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I was in a little punk band and we put out a few punk records that weren't very political, at all.
quote by Billy Bragg
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Louise
Louise
It seemed a long time ago
Louise
Ill always remember that day
I crawled on my knees
Begging you to stay
You made me shiver louise
You made me quiver
Now I do the strangest things
I think such lonely thoughts
Forgetting all
Just forgetting you
Louise
Anything at all
Not to think of you
Anything at all
Dont deny it is not true
Louise
I feel I am getting weaker
A life blue on gloomy waves
I feel I am diving deeper
Into the darkest caves
Theres nothing at all
To find a way
Louise louise louise
My heart used to beat
Now it only weeps
Louise louise louise
Uncared the city sleeps
I am twisted in the streets
I am shivering
Into the strangest things
Lonely thoughts and forgetting you louise
And you promised me
You told me
You told me empty lies
Louise louise louise
( my only cord is not to adore , I have to say, it is my only way )
Louise leave me , leave me
No longer interfere
Louise
Louise
song performed by by Xymox
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I'd played in about four or five bands before we started up, only a couple of which did club dates.
quote by Daisy Berkowitz
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Sheena Is A Punk Rocker
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
Theyre ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And theyre going to the discotheque au go go
But she just couldnt stay
She had to break away
Well new york city really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
Shes a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker.
song performed by by Ramones
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Proxy Up Your Posse
Proxy up your posse,
I could care less what you say.
You've got a lot of moxie,
To stand in my way.
You've come to dump your junk,
To excite me to get grumpy.
But those you have corrupted...
Will soon end your luck.
Proxy up your posse,
And others you may choose.
But when your proxy posse finds out...
You'll be the fool.
Too much have I been interrupted,
By your corrupted stuff.
And it's that stuff you always make up...
I've had it!
And enough.
Go get your proxy,
To interrupt me...
With your corrupted stuff made up.
And with this posse that you get..
They'll tire of your stuff.
Proxy up your posse,
With corrupted foolish stuff...
And,
With your moxie fluffed up puffed...
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Proxy up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Posse up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Moxie up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Go ahead and Interrupt me,
But...
You'll be the one punk'd up.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Take your corrupted stufff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Take your corrupted stuff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Proxy up your posse,
You've come fronting just to do me,
To leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I discovered the Clash, the Pistols, obviously the Ramones, Blondie.
quote by Jerry Only
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I pretty much grew up when punk was big in the UK. The Sex Pistols were heroes for me. I used to run around like Johnny Rotten. I had a jacket like his.
quote by Gavin Rossdale
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Punk rock really influenced me, the basic metal bands, Zeppelin, Stones and Floyd, and Southern rock bands. I think I was pretty well-rounded.
quote by Al Jourgensen
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Please Let Me Please
What did you do today?You turned the other way
I tried to kiss you, but you laughed in my face
It's a one thing to do knowin' that I love you
Don't be to hasty; the tables will turn
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Why are you different now? Did I hurt you somehow?
If so, then tell me, but don't laugh in my face
If I said something strong, I'll admit I was wrong
Come on and tell me, but don't laugh in my face
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
break
I always treat you right. Why do you wanna fight?
Go if you want to, but don't laugh in my face
If I try kissin' you, don't make me out a fool
Come and tell me, but don't laugh in my face
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
song performed by by Hollies
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Billy Get Your Guns
I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonite
Billy get your guns
You could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your guns
Chorus
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns
There's a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing
About some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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The Lay of Poor Louise
Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day
She roams from cot to castle gay;
And still her voice and viol say,
Ah, maids, beware the woodland way,
Think on Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! The sun was high,
It smirch'd her cheek, it dimm'd her eye,
The woodland walk was cool and nigh,
Where birds with chiming streamlets vie
To cheer Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! The savage bear
Made ne'er that lovely grove his lair;
The wolves molest not paths so fair-
But better far had such been there
For poor Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! In woody wold
She met a huntsman fair and bold;
His baldric was of silk and gold,
And many a witching tale he told
To poor Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! Small cause to pine
Hadst thou for treasures of the mine;
For peace of mind that gift divine,
And spotless innocence, were thine,
Ah, poor Louise!
Ah, poor Louise! Thy treasure's reft!
I know not if by force or theft,
Or part by violence, part by gift;
But misery is all that's left
To poor Louise.
Let poor Louise some succour have!
She will not long your bounty crave,
Or tire the gay with warning stave-
For Heaven has grace, and earth a grave,
Poor poor Louise.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Gorgeous
Testostarone in large amounts
Your little sister just kick out of
God you cant shave your head
Come to the show
The boys rock harder
Your mother lent you her slip
She lent you her bright red lipstick
And your shoes are hurting your back
But boy dont you look gorgeaus
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
This is but an observation
You put a bullet in your foot
You make it hard for us bitches inconsequential in your back bends
And your taste in men leaves something to de desired
You love them to be aloof and self obsessed
They love you in your mini dress
You are looking gorgeous
Youre looking gorgeous
Youre looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
When your voice is raised above a certain level
Im afraid you must go to the ladies room
I left your competence in curlers
You look gorgeous
You look gorgeous
Youre looking gorgeous
How you look gorgeous
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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My Mama Didn't Raise No Punk
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
Not when she would slam dunk me,
Away from public view.
Or dared me not to do those things,
She told me to.
Or take my time!
Mama came from the old school.
And she didn't hesitate,
To strike fire to my behind.
Let me say this...
My mama didn't raise no punk!
She knew exactly what she was doing with me.
She raised me to become independent.
Not a chump.
I was raised to use my mind.
And defend my thoughts!
And any gift I got from mama,
Is was bought for me because it was earned!
Like those whippings for my backtalk.
My mama didn't have easy lessons taught.
None that I remember were for me quickly learned.
But over time I did.
Since I didn't like to sit...
On a burned butt after getting whipped!
Eventually they sunk in...
Those lessons.
Deep.
To stay.
If I was ever to become a punk...
It was going to be done mama's way.
With a tormenting whipping,
As she held me,
Screaming...
'I've got it, if you want it.
And you're going to get it good.
What's my name? '
Mama.
'What is it? '
Mama.
'And don't you forget it!
Who's your mama? '
You're my mama, mama!
'That's right!
And don't you forget it,
Not one bit.
Or I'll be back to give you more...
Of some of this.
Don't play with me, boy! '
Dedicated:
My Mother, Edna Pearl Roberts (Prudhomme) Pertillar
And my paternal Grandmother, Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
'Thank you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ballad Of Conley And Billy (The Proof's In The Pickin')
Screamn' whitewall tires and a guitar by his side
Billy's got the fever as he rolls on thru the night
Some were born to listen, some were born to play
He was lightning on the highstrings and thunder on the bass
Chorus
He could play it high, he could play it low
He could make it cry, he could make it moan
He knows when push comes to shove
the proof's in the pickin'
In a smoky little tavern just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained fingers waited on the down beat
Conley was the master, the undisputed king
He'd ruled the town for thirty years
with an army of six strings
Chorus
Sometimes after midnight Billy drives through New Orleans
Straight to the French Quarter there's a man he has to see
The music is a raging like a city that's on fire
Billy felt just like an altar boy at the feet of a higher power
Conley watched as Billy walked across the room
Opened his case and started a tune
The whole club was silent and the lights were turned down low
Billy stepped up on the stage and Conley whispered Go son, go
Chorus
Conley held his hand up, no one made a sound
And he handed Bill his old archtop and stepped into the crowd
Billy played it soft, Billy played it sad
Then he made it talk and in came the band
Soon the room was shaking before Billy's wall of sound
And just a block off Bourbon Street, a new king's been crowned.
Chorus
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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The English scene got more media attention with their emphasis on fashion, with the safety pins and all. There were some really good bands over there. The Sex Pistols were great.