Brass Knuckles Mike

Brass Knuckles Mike Dec 2010

You were in the mezzanine
By the dugout of your favorite team
And when you tore your dress
They got it on the mega screen
Well, even the next day
After the attention went away
Your picture found its way
Into a girly magazine

Well, you did your walk of shame
And it became your name
But at least you got your 15 minutes
Of televison fame
On that summer day
Where your crotch was on display
And bad luck for the home team
Cause no one could watch the game

Brass Knuckles Mike Oct 2010

Fire Escapes

I still remember those days
Sitting on our fire escape
Watching the stars parade
Above the rooftops
There were never words to say

Under the dark blue of the skies
When the blackout took away the lights
We sat together side by side
On those fire escapes just you and I
Until the sun stole away the night

That was our Brooklyn
A private room with a perfect view
On balconies set just for two
Under skies of the darkest blue

Tell me, do you still hear the sounds
Of this sad and boring blackhole town
On the nights we learned we could generate
A Brooklyn just for runaways
After they shut the power down

It was fixed in just a couple days
And we both used our fire escape
To make our separate getaways
Well I hope you traveled safe
I hope you made it home; you found your way...

And maybe I'll see you soon
The power goes down this afternoon

And I'll wait

On our Fire Escape

Brass Knuckles Mike Oct 2010

Art in Destruction

I stand here
To give you license
To take that painful and sometimes
Forgotten ball of emotion
That we bury deep beneath our flesh and
Masquerade faces,
And throw it
Against the wall
To see what colors it will make.
I bet it will be beautiful.

Brass Knuckles Mike Aug 2010

Dann Sind Wir Helden

The World
The World falls around us
And shrapnel
Shrapnel rips through the air
And we stand
Cause there is no hiding
But love
Love will shelter us there

And we kiss
As if nothing has happened
And the bombs
Fall far to the side
And the bullets
Dont seem so frightening
And nothings so striking
As the slowing of time

And the Night
The Night falls around us
Breaking away
To the dawns coming light
As the smoke
The smoke settles around us
Still we stand
To the defeat of both sides

Dann sind wir helden
Nur diesen tag

And we are then Heroes
For only this day

Credit for the last two lines goes to Apocalyptica and Till Lindemann (Rammstein) from the German version of David Bowie's "Heroes". The last line is the literal translation of the line preceeding.

Brass Knuckles Mike Jul 2010

Superficial

To be obsessed with the superficial
Status symbol
Of the masses
Is to scratch the surface
Only to discover
More surface
And realize
The more you pay attention
The less that makes sense
And the more becomes meaningless

Brass Knuckles Mike Jul 2010

Ghosts in the Machine

There are ghosts in the machine
That they aptly labeled "me"
Lines of code that know
What the wind does
When it doesnt blow

Were they placed there to find
Or escape only to hide
And if I give chase
Can I be content
That they'd only erase

There are ghosts in the shell
Hiding in the spaces between each cell
As they permeate my gears
They assail my mind with the thought
"There are no ghosts in here"

Brass Knuckles Mike Jul 2010

Revolution Starts at Home (The Age of Indifference)

The age of men and women
Taking grand heroic action
Or making small significant gestures
Which changed the world
Are over.
Enter the age of indifference
Failing economics
And aging alcoholics
Dot the skyline
Of forclosures
And reposessions
Where once stood
Raised Fists

We ignored the warnings
The unemployment rate
Rises faster than global warming
Al Gore is an adulterer
Another inconvenient truth
Lining the landscape of sephulchre

Failing motivation
Spreads like an infectuous disease
And e-mails to God go unanswered
Replaced by homicidal tendency
The philosophers and writers
Visionaries and fighters
Have all been diagnosed with
Social disorder
And put on lithium
The public would rather watch
The latest news on the off-shore drilling Moratorium
Its just getting boring.

The smallest voice has ceased to be listened
So instead of pulling out my hair
I resign to not care
And stopped acting like it makes a difference.