Thanks to Bob Lefsetz.....sweet.
http://variety.com/2013/music/news/kid-rock-gives-the-t-shirt-off-his-back-to-cut-ticket-prices-1200479033/
Kid Rock Gives the T-Shirt Off His Back to Cut Ticket Prices
May 10, 2013 | 03:00PM PT
A Robin Hood pact with promoter Live Nation on ancillary coin might redefine the concert biz
Bob Lefsetz
@lefsetz
Where I grew up, there were no rich people. No bankers, no rightwing titans ranting the poor were lazy and the government was taking all their hard-earned money. Some dads worked for the electric company, others sold insurance or held blue-collar jobs.
hey I like that you sorta right in my style.....cool!
Love the poetry!! I have always found my release with poerty, drunk and all, lol. This poem has to be my favorite, wrote it probably 5 years ago. Let me know what all think!!
Twisted notions in my head,
Another night, some other bed.
Faking love along the way,
Another life, some other day.
Never enough to stick around,
Another guy, some other ground.
Somehow I learn to fly,
Another drink, some other high.
Addiction falling all over again,
Another reason, some other friend.
Loss of feeling from inside,
Another day, some other side.
Losing control the looking is done,
Another relationship, some other fun.
Ending with less than before,
Another pain. some other door.
Deeper than I can ever be,
Another closure, some other me.
no seriously I don't think I am, I just have always written this way, always comes out sad or soul searching.
I had a rough growing up so the writing has always been a release for me
No disrespect intended.... it's just kinda sad.
this is my non drunk poetry:
My eyes are tired and my head needs a rest
Tried my hardest and tried my best
But it wasnt good enough for you
There wasnt room for two.
Broken hearts and shattered dreams
Everything falling between the seams
Of a dress of silk and goblet of gold
Leaving here makes me feel so old
And wasting on the vine
I wish I had more time
To make it right and shine
But tattered and beatin
And thirsty no more
I hang my head
And look to the door
Of uncertainty
And what was to be I no longer see
Starting out fresh again
My old guitar packed and
Heading west again
To a sunset dripped in red
No place to rest my weary head
Friends try to understand
And lend their hearts to lend a hand
But their world keeps spinning around
While mine goes down and down
Maybe someday when its said and done
And I am not the forgotten one
I will rise with the heroes
And find the content in me
Til then I wander helpless and free.
It is kinda depressing. Are you unhappy?
oh yeah for some reason when I write it always turns out this way, must be my inner soul speaking of something, I always write dark
For drunk typing, that is pretty deep. It kinda made me sad. Are you ok?