Night at the nest
Lyrics - Me; Music - Suno
Based on a true story
https://suno.com/s/bTXjqCkGmZErCur4
Summer night at a punk club called the nest
Friend's band was playin the slam pit was on fire
A swirlin mass of elbows, knees and punches
My friend's band finished, waitin for the next band
Was shootin' some pool, talkin' to a hot blonde
Dressed in a white tank top, blue-jean shorts and flip-flops
Not punk attire, not going to hold that against her,
We hit it off, tryin' to be cool, but at 17 how cool can you be
Was about to ask her if she wanted to bail, she left to pee.
While she was gone, the club owner told me who she was,
The drummer's girlfriend of the band that was playin
I looked over, a big bad, mean punker was dead staring me.
Not missing a beat, but his beat did get louder.
Wasn't looking for trouble, so I jumped back into the pit,
Got clocked in the eye from a bony elbow,
was about to throw a punch, but it was a chick, damn.
She was daring me to hit her back, I did, she laughed
Spit in my face then called me a pussy. fuck you.
Before I could react, the pit started movin.
A frenetic swirlin mass of elbows, knees, punches
A hardcore punk band was playin, tauntin the crowd
Somehow I was thrown from the vortex landing with a thud
I hurt, but in a good way. when I looked up
My friend crissi was standin over me, with foot long
pink spiked hair, leather jacket, torn mesh stocking,
A pair of black doc martin boots, cigarette danglin from
Matching pink lips, she was smiling.
I got up, we talked for a bit, then jumped back into the pit
The vortex spit me out again, but this time, the vortex ended
The band ended, the club closed, but the night didn't end
A few hung around the parkin lot for a while, they bailed
None of them had rides, leavin crissi and myself there.
With a twenty dollar bill, no coins for the payphone. fuck.
I see crissi eyein the biker bar next door.
Nope, there was bad blood between the bikers and punks,
That night, for some reason we left each to their own.
Before I could say somethin, too late, she grabbed the 20, bolted inside.
Sounds like the beginnin of a bad joke, two punks walk into a biker bar
As luck would have it the bar was almost empty.
There was a surly biker standin stoicly by a pool table.
Slowly, slammin a pool cue against his hand
I looked around, the band stopped playin.
Stunned looks from a small group of bikers, and the band,
Trying to process why two punks would knowingly walk into fire,
But here we are.
Crissi's at the bar pleading for change from the twenty,
The bartender, A tall fellow, about 6'8. didn't say a word.
Not a word. just stared, coldly. Nervously, I said to the biker with
the pool cue, bet you never expected this, he cracked a smile.
That broke the ice. he laughed, I laughed, the bartender, just glared.
I grabbed the 20 off the bar and crissi, and said, we were just leavin.
The biker with the pool cue, said - good idea, as we headed out the door.
Told Crissi, keep your head down and just walk. never looked back.
Finally found an open store, got change, called my sister, she picked us up.
As we were driving home, told my sister about the blonde, she knew both blonde and the drummer
Said I was lucky he didn't do anythin. I also told her about the biker bar,
She knew of the problems with the punks and bikers, said we were lucky to get out of there alive,
She jokingly said, must have been a guardian angel looking out for me,
Must have been, or just dumb luck.
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cool story. But, why didn't you just use your cell phone to get a Uber? 😂
I like that each section ends on kind of a funny note. The first one "pee" made me LOL, wasn't expecting it.
Sounds a little bit like something you would see in a Tarantino movie, Pulp fiction-esc.
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Thanks.. if only :)
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Funny!! Wasn't what I was expecting from you Bill.
Left you a like.
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Thanks Tex, what did you expect :)
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You have to admit that this is quiet a bit different than what you've been posting. 😉
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True :)just reminiscing
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I think Bill is old like I am...He still remembers back when there was a pay phone on every corner and we didn't have cell phones.
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yes, and really didn't sell the drive home in my sister's baby shit brown mustang II that smelled like bad perfume, cigarettes and spilled beer while listening to whatever she had playing on her 8-track :)
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I've still got a Cobra II, white with blue strips, no 8 track but it does have a cassette player. 1977 first car I ever bought, I remembered some of them old guys I worked with years wishing they still had their first car so I never got rid of mine.
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Damn, that's a classic. Those are fun cars to drive.
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ha ha ha , thats very original Bill
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I read your story from beginning to end, and I really enjoyed it. You managed to maintain the tension the whole time and describe the madness of those years that boils in our blood and turns us into idiots, hahaha.
Fantas
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Thanks, of course it's original. those are two events that actually happened to me at a punk club in costa mesa ca. called the cuckoo's nest. Both happened on two different nights. My friends band shattered faith open for TSOL. It was the drummer' for TSOL girlfriend I was inadvertently hitting on :) To this day, not sure how we made it out of the biker bar alive as there were constant fights. a week or two prior a big biker gave a beatdown on about 7 or 8 punks and sent them to the hospital, that's a story for another time. it's actually quite funny, not the beat down, but my 17 year old 5'4 mexican friend running down the street with a 12 pack as cops are screaming past him :)
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Thanks, as i've mentioned, to this day I have no idea how we were able to walk out of that biker bar unharmed.
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