Bad Religion - Incomplete

All music lovers remember the first song that gave them the chills. The first time they heard a song that gave them an emotional reaction they couldn't could. I was maybe thirteen or fourteen when I heard INCOMPLETE for the first time. It boomed out of the old, crusty speakers of my high school's radio. I've always been a voice/lyrics kind-of-guy so right when Greg Graffin started singing, my hair raised on my arms and goosebumps rolled on my skin. I knew I had found something special. The music of BAD RELIGION carried me through good and bad times for over a decade and I'm finally going to see them live on March 30th. No need to color me excited, I already am. Cross another item off my bucket list.

 Bad Religion - INCOMPLETE

mother, father, look at your little monster,
I'm a hero, I'm a zero,
I'm the butt of the worst joke in history,
I'm a lock without a key,
a city with no door, a prayer without faith,
a show without a score,
I'm a bad word, a wink, a nod, a shiver,
an untold story, sex without fury,
a creeping gray memory,
I am incomplete....incomplete....incomplete....incomplete

doctor, cure me; what is the cause of my condition,
this madness shoots me,
like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie,
I'm a trap without a spring,
a temple with no god,
a jack without an ace,
the tip of your tongue,
I'm the promise in an unmailed letter,
an unbuilt motor, deck without a joker,
a creeping gray memory
I am incomplete....incomplete....incomplete....incomplete

tell Saint Peter not to bet on me,
I got a naked obsession,
a good intention gone bad,
I am incomplete....incomplete....incomplete....incomplete


I'm a pop culture blogger and author living in Montreal, Canada with my better half Josie and my dog Scarlett. I am a proud member of author collective Zelmer Pulp and have about a dozen of short stories published to my resume.

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