Heavy Metal Matters!!

HEAVY METAL MATTERS!!

It sure as hell does!!

Please let me tell you how it was

Back in 1984,

The cold War was on and the stakes were high

But I couldn’t serve, even though my hair was only as long as the ladies.

I suffered severe dicrimination in the 80’s

The females were able to fight with their long hair just hanging down free

Yet Sarge told me that I didn’t belong

Alright, so I smoked Mary jane too

Yet I felt like my sacred Amerikan warrior rights were violated

AND WAS I EVER HATED!!

I looked both handsome and pretty so I wore sexy leather

After all, long hair and leather look good together!!

My ladyfriend had a 1969 Chevelle.

We never raised hell, but the times were wild!!

In a future Life, I’d love to Father a child through her.

She was smart, kind, sweet and pure.

Society was shocked when she wore her tiger-striped spandex pants

And her high-heeled boots

A cute leather jacket completed her outfit

Some preppies in Burlingame tried to kick us out of town

Yet we stuck around

I can tell you a scary tale of what went down

On Hillside Drive on Halloween,

Gangs of preppy kids were mean

THEY THREW EGGS AT THEIR OWN UPSCALE NEIGHBORS!!

These were the so-called “Good kids”

Who usually played by the rules,

Yet on Halloween,

They were acting like fools

If you were to ask me,

They were pissed,

Because they too, were repressed

Back then and there (San Mateo County)

It mattered too much how you dressed.

I was stressed every other time I walked down the street

I’d hear insults from passing cars

And on Saturday nights, I’d be attacked

By guys coming out of the bars buzzed.

What a time it was!!

I’d avoid fights by intimidating my foes

With my machetes and knives.

If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have survived.

Instead I did survive, and as a writer, I thrived

But I lived poor

Cause would-be employers

Were constantly slamming the door

My ladyfriend went broke

Because robbed at a chance for a rewarding career,

I refused to do full-time menial work.

I sure knew, though, how to go berzerk!!

I’ll admit that I was a fool

Who should have saved up and bought a van

That would have been a well earned, though tiny home

For this repressed man

I’ll admit that I was undisciplined and a pleasure Lover

Yet society’s scorn and repression turned me into a hater

And the wars raging within my head

Turned me into a Vader

I couldn’t serve in the U.S. army,

So I tried to raise patriotic militias;

One for headbangers,

One for queers and one for hippies

Sadly, I was mocked and called insane

That’s why refighting Historical wars

Became one of my dangerous games

I wasn’t truly insane

Yet I was traveling down a dangerous path

Fueled by rage over the last Military draft

Society was ignorant as it thought

It was only used during the Amerika- Vietnam cop fight

But it actually lasted from 1940-1975

And it could easily be brought back,

That’s why I launched some fictitious, but fierce counter-attacks

Especially when I was tripping on shrooms,

The animal spirits came into my room.

I first encountered them in The Santa Cruz Mountains

The foul devil was also involved,

Although I hadn’t met God or the evil one yet

The summer of 1991, was one to forget