Garage land

When they were struggling,
They loved each other like brothers.
Each individual mind, body, soul as one.
They were a collective, complex organism.
They were ready to take on the world.


When they made it, ego interfered.
Each one thought he would be better off without the others.
The others were just riding on his coattails.
He was the one with true talent.
The band was nothing without him.

If only they had stayed modestly successful.
If only they had not lost their ideals.
If only success did not poison everything good.
If only they had just stayed in the garage all night.