Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 12 January 2010

(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
She had all the tattoos and the piercings
Hates everything, says everybody's wrong
She dressed like she slept with Guns 'n Roses
But I busted her, singing all the boy band songs

She had to go... simply because
And I'll let her go, like she never was
Cause I didn't know, and I don't care what she does
She had to go... cause she didn't know who Joe Strummer was

At night, when we stood in line for hours
Waiting to see my favorite punk rock band
I bled with the passion and the power
But she's only there for all the fashion trends
(With her clueless friends)

She had to go... simply because
And I'll let her go, like she never was
Cause I didn't know, and I don't care what she does
She had to go... cause she didn't know who Joe Strummer was

She started talking about being my wife
But why would I wanna be with someone who doesn't know
The Clash saved my life?!
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

It's not that she couldn't rock my casbah
It's not that I couldn't burn her London down
It's just that she kept on disappearing
Whenever the Sandanistas came to town, and BURNED IT DOWN!

She had to go... simply because
And I'll let her go, like she never was
Cause I didn't know, and I don't care what she does
She had to go... cause she didn't know who Joe Strummer was

-- Cowboy Mouth
"Joe Strummer"
Voodoo Shoppe (2006)

Song of the Indeterminate Time Period, 06 Jan 2010

Who left you hanging... on that peg all alone?
You look near-mint to me, babe, and I want to make you my own
I wanna be your captain, my pon-farr is a' risin'
So step on over here, girl, my love is enterprisin'

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me show you some conventional love
I don't mean to boast, I don't mean to brag
But I'm a man whose only issues all come in mylar bags

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I'll give you my heart, I'll treat you nice
And the games that I play only have twenty-sided dice
(They're polyhedral!)

Let's hit the dealer's room, and get you something fine
That collector's bust of Cthulhu reminds me of how you blow my mind
Now let me take you dancing, in my best Starfleet dress uniform
You'll want to tap my mana once you've seen me perform

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me show you some conventional love
I don't mean to boast, I don't mean to brag
But I'm a man whose only issues all come in mylar bags

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I'll give you my heart, I'll treat you nice
And the games that I play only have twenty-sided dice
(Uh oh.... saving throw!)

And when we get to mating, I'll always treat you kind
I'll never bend you too far back, and I'll never crease your spine
But there's one thing I won't promise, there's one thing I won't do
Can't leave you in the box, babe, this collector is coming through

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me show you some conventional love
I don't mean to boast, I don't mean to brag
But I'm a man whose only issues all come in mylar bags

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I'll give you my heart, I'll treat you nice
And the games that I play only have twenty-sided dice

Let me be your conventional lover
Let me give you my conventional love
I'll give you my heart, I'll treat you fine
And I'll make sweet love to you while we're watching Deep Space Nine

-- Speck
"Conventional Lover"
Working As Intended (2007) (although the version on Rock Band 2 is superior)