C'Mon C'Mon

“C’Mon C’Mon” - The Von Bondies (Pawn Shoppe Heart - 2004)

Do you wanna’ make your ears bleed? Do you wanna’ ride so fast your head swims? Do you wanna’ see if sound will make you drunk? I can’t think of any better feeling in the world. So, yes. Yes, I wanna’ jump up and down like an idiot while the speakers vibrate enough to make bruises on my soles. On my soul. Take me to the 9:30 club. The Double Door. The Aragon. The Boathouse. The show. Where I can sing until I have no voice and take unlimited chances. So what if Jack White shows up. Wants to bring a 7 Nation army with his bad ass. Threaten us. Kick our ass. We keep coming back. Keep testing that bar keep. Smoking in the corner. We ain’t got no id. So what. Sell us that Zima. Our hair parted in the middle, but at least we got hair. We wanna’ sneak off with Jason and tell him we think he’s cool. So cool, even though he looks bad. Bad like us. So unpopular that he’s popular. Pisses people off. Spits on people. Spits on us. He reminds us of us. Why do we get so excited about tearing up shit. Destroying stuff. Creation through destruction. Who said that anyway? I keep getting hit in the head with somebody’s Vans. We make our way to the front again and get our shirts ripped. Hell, we rip our own shirts. Is that sad to say? Isn’t it fun to play? Is it wrong that way? I hope I die before I get old, but only the good die young. Where does that leave us? The kids who’ve never come and gone. Dancing on the in-between. Bodies banging together in sweat and cigarette smoke and MGD. I drew a big A on my shirt with a red magic marker, but I think it stands for Anti-social. Or April. I’ve got a big crush on her. Well, I did. Before. But the rock and roll lifestyle never grows old. We’ll be here next week. Doors at 7:30. The rock and roll gods cheer us on. C’mon. C’mon. Things are good when you are young.

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