It smells like beer and cigs
Remembering music gigs,
Yet these are no more
The smell of the crowd,
The roaring music playing loud
That heady guitar rift,
The melodic drum beat
The sweat and the unadulterated passion,
That not giving a fuck about fashion
Now all gone and faded to decay,
No more punk gigs in my old age.
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