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This song pushes the words rheumatoid and osteo right out of my vocabulary and into the fire at the clam bake I imagine myself at while I'm listening to this song. A hopeful, upbeat and positive anthem, A song that makes me want to raise my bow of optimism for the future and aim higher for a brighter tomorrow A song sure to rally us youth to the undiscovered and yet to be imagined option's, solution's to the quandaries that plague OUR! day. A song that clicks the system restore thingy in my head back to 1981.Thanks MS-DOS. So I can! say "US" youth. Wow! I'm singing a song called "Young and restless" by Prism. It's encouraging me ( like this song does) as I garner support to put a halt to the atrocity that is about to occur across the pond, Please! Please! Dianna Please! Don't Marry that Big eared! Geeky lookin! M.F Charles. Please! Check out Bryan Adams song "Dianna" kinda splains it kewl. Kinda splains it kewl, thats how us hipster youth talk these days Eh? System restore worked great but I think I need to update a few drivers The sand on my corns is starting to be a bit much, so I think I'll sit! on the beach for a while and introduce myself to these very Pretty Young Ladies, Woe! I mean hot chicks. As I approach the fire to sit down my progress is impeded by the extrovert in the crowd. He introduces himself to me "Bobby" he says and hands me a plate full of bread, butter and clams "Nice to meet you Bob" I said "I bet you spell your name backwards don't ya" I say to break the ice with a little Humor. Unimpressed he offers his fist to be bumped. "Chaaaa"! I say as our fists bump, Eh? that's what us hipster youth say when we bump fists right? "Chaaaaa"! Robert, Woe! I mean Bob introduces me to Ricky, Susy, Cyril, Pat. "Nice to meet you Patrick" I express. The faint sound of Collete Carr now surrounds me, coming from the ear buds Pat has ripped from his? ears and thrown into my plate of Bread, Butter and clams. Underneath the crescendo of sobs and whimpers, I hear the sound of "Asshole." 'It's Patricia!" as she runs off into the dark screaming "I hate You! I hate You! I HATE YOU!" "Dude! I'm sorry" I scream as Pat runs away. Dude! I can call a Girl a dude these days right? Bob slaps me on the back and says" don't worry. That happens a lot with her. Pat's cool though. She puts together a really awesome stir fry, just get to know her Next I want you to meet Ronald, "Hey Ron" " what up"? right? What up? That's what us hipster youth say these days eh? With the quick turn of his head twice, just enough to glance at me but not to show me his complete face so as not to be recognized. Along with the muffled "Piss off" under his breath, I recognized The resentment to Authority Immediately and quickly offered him a reassuring "Chill! Duuude! I'm not a Narc." YIKES! I'm beginning to think I don't look as young as I feel while I'm listening to this song. Maybe I should just go and listen to this inspiring song "Young and Restless" by the Gallery up in the cassette player in the car, Shit! I mean mp3 player, Crap! I mean phone in the car. My Alpine, wait, ( shit this is hard ) I mean my Android really kicks. I might as well grab a couple flow max while I'm here. I'm gonna drink some more beer before I Scram. Hey? Scram, that's what us hipster youth say when were leaving these days Eh