:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Monday, May 26, 2003 ::

Music From Within


And my heart sings.
And my vocal chords try to keep up,
My tone-deaf off-key melodies fighting to match those played off my computer.
Songs about grief, sorrow, love, loss, hatred, alcohol, school, girls, boys, everything under the proverbial rainbow,
And I sing along.

My fingers drum some imaginary drum line to the song that I don't know the drumline too.
My hands pick out the guitar riffs that I don't know.
My feet stomp, dance, and rise off the ground
As I pretend that my chair is a half-stack and I'm playing the final note to my biggest single.

I am a rock god.

I tear at my shirt like At the Drive In,
I slam my guitar as I strike the chords played by Jimmy,
And I scream along with Alkaline Trio.
I nearly start to cry as my vocal chords strain to hit the notes of Something Corporate and NFG,
And I resist the urge to start smashing things along with Rage.
I grab a pen to rap along with Mike Shinoda,
As I spin dishes to keep along with Mr. Hahn.

I am a rock god.

My image shifts from AFI's to Weezer's,
From tight pleather pants to skater-punk,
From Anti-Flag T-shirts to the black-shirted emo kid,
I am a rock star.
I am a rock god.

My sticker-coated guitar and my shitty practice amp,
My broken microphone and my lack of vocal talent,
My lack of tattoos, glasses, piercings, or jewelry,
My lack of money, drugs, fame, and hordes of women,
My lack of practice,
My job with the police,
My chessy electronic toys and my Magic:the Gathering collection.

I am a rock star.
My heart sings, and I sing along with it.
The lights are all on me, and thousands of people packed into the stadium all sing along with me,
Our collective voices together as one powerful entity that will change the world.

I am a rock god.
You all just don't know it yet.

:: Rick Kitagawa 6:31 PM [+] ::
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