The Early Years
Its a beautiful age we live
in. Points points back to its origin. Efficency and progressis our
once more, now we have the nuetron bomb. When you live in the middle
of nowhere your imagination runs away for a while. I wanna be anarchy.
Working for the cash that's already spent. Now I'm the angry one,
everything I've learned was wrong. The food on oyur table is more
plastic than protein.
But for us there was another
time of which ideas were backed by reason and your dirty hands were easily
cleaned. This uninvieted unfamiliarity imposes upon us as only time knows
how, but we don't cry for tomorrow for we have no line after all we are:
KIDS OF THE EIGHTIES
This guy we had no relation
to wanted to take our photo; we were cool with that.
This is a picture that appeared
on the first flier we ever made
Here's us in marching band
back in the day.
The thing about these is that
I can't just take more pictures I have to find old ones, well i'll work
on it.
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