Motherfucking Batman from About For by Old Jonas

I can’t write songs with my clothes on
And I can’t get off without a guitar on my body
And a banjo round my ankles I am dripping with sweat
If I knew which nerve was tender I could maybe remember
How to hurt inside
I am losing my mind trying to find a new reason to write
Anything in the world that could mean anything to anyone

No one told me to do this
In fact everybody probably should have told me not to
The worst kind of man is an artist
But the best kind of human will paint or write songs
And he will share his heart
With the world or whoever wants to listen
And he will fall apart
And he will glue himself together because that’s his tradition

There’s nothing so hard as a man who makes art as not having your heart rest in pieces
Maybe I’ll win in the challenge before me or maybe I’ll only place third
But I will learn the rules
And goddammit I’ll learn how to break them
Because punk rock is cool
And the biggest part of life is to find the skills and fake them

Let me go
Wherever I don’t want to go
Let me sing
Whatever I don’t want to sing about
I am my own motherfucking batman
I’m the Dark Knight who haunts my dreams
Am I the hero I deserve?
Yeah probably

• Folk
• Post-Squeaky Z
• Post-Zed
• Los Angeles