#iggypop
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of ******
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys
Honey, gotta help me, please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, detonate for me
Look out, honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a firefight
Honey, gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, penetrate my mind
And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searching, searching to destroy
And honey, I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searching only to destroy
Look out, honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a firefight
Honey, gotta strike me blind
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby, penetrate my mind
And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searching, searching to destroy
And honey, I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searching, searching to destroy
Forgotten boy
Forgotten boy
Forgotten boy
Said, hey, forgotten boy, said
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
Iggy & Lou,
my iron angels
I do love you two
I am your sister now
schooled in experience
a Passenger
a Transformer
of dark days
though, Lou
they never tried
to fry my brain
thank god
Iggy, what did you do
when you were bored
locked up
what did you do
to shock them
I want to see your notes
& what they wrote
what havoc you caused
if you tried to jump over the fence
Boys, no matter how they treated you
your music still came out
they couldn't stop you
& they won't stop me
for with you, I am free
donning my leather
strutting my stuff
spitting words
out like charcoal
& grit
through the night's
backside
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
Come on, Lady Luck
Throw the dice, spin
the wheel or draw a straw
tell me which way to go
which of these verses
would make his heart sing
for we poets are sirens
driving men to the rocks
& the clock waits so patiently
in the corner, in on the plan
& the city is a memory
sketched in teenage graffiti
& I'm Iggy's ' Passenger'
on a never-ending train
seeing my youth calling again
passing by me
behind cracked glass
beckoning the imagination
laughing, teasing:
' Are you lucky, Miss'
the answer comes : silence
like before the beginning of the world
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC