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I can tell you about punk rock.
Punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and uh, and uh, heartless manipulators.
About music that takes up the energies and the bodies, and the hearts, and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it.
And give everything they have to it.
And its a, its a term that’s based on contempt, its a term that’s based in fashion, style, elitism, Satanism, and everything that’s rotten about rock and roll.
The, the way I see it-I don't know Johnny Rock (laughter) but, but I’m sure, I’m sure, he puts as much blood, and sweat into what he does as Sig and Fried did.
You see what, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise, is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself. (Laughter and applause).
And that music is so powerful, that it’s quite beyond my control.
And, uh when I’m in the grips of it I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain.
I just physically, emotionally- do you understand what I’m talking about?
Have you ever, have you ever felt like that?
When you just, when you just couldn't, you couldn't feel anything and you don’t want to either, ya know?
Like that. How many critics-do you understand what I’m saying sir?

Of all I knew, her held too few.
And would you stop me, if I try to stop you.

Old songs stay 'til the end.
Sad songs remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.

When I drive alone at night, I see the streetlights as fairgrounds
And I tried a hundred times to see the road signs as Day-Glo.

Old songs, stay till the end.
Sad songs, remind me of friends.
And the way it is, I could leave it all
And I ask myself, would you care at all.

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