The Day from Dochdwy Road by Grown Downz

Potential to be glanced at but not grasped.
To be left on the shelf.
Will he always be a victim of himself?
Chances missed and endless to do lists.
Weekly he tramples work until the weekend where he goes berserk.
Then sleeps it off and crawls back to the trough, with the rest of the gig pigs who huff cigs and empty bars kegs, we are the dregs.
The bottom, the unwanted.
Keep your head above the water.
Yeah, before you drown.
Drown yourself in your routine.
Gotta keep your feet touching the ground.
The cleansing and rebirth that this noise gifts, it uplifts like nothing else, it mends tiffs, it heals scars, it breeds love over blood. I was born to burn musical spliffs in these bars.
I was born
I was torn
I was up
I was down
I denied it
I supplied it
It brings me back to the source.
The noise cannot divorce.
Not ever, ever, ever.
And the day I can't do it will be the day I die.
And the day, I do die.
At least I can say that I got some.

• Punk
• Punk & Roll
• Punk Rock
• Rock
• blues
• Tauranga