A little bit of fun…
If you want that job
What ya gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Here comes your rich uncle Bob
What ya gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
If you get stopped by the man
What ya gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Record company wants to sign your band
What ya gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)Bend your knees
Move your head like this
Pucker them lips
Give dat butt a kissAskin’ for some green
Now whatcha gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Boss is really mean
Now whatcha gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Wanna impress yo girlfriend’s father
Now whatcha gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Owe some money to yo brother
Now whatcha gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)Bend your knees
Move your head like this
Pucker them lips
Give dat butt a kiss
Quite possibly one of the best songs ever written. 25 years after first hearing it, it’s still in my top songs…
s there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, Come on, Come on, now,
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well, I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I’ll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child I had a FEVER My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am.I have become comfortably numb.
I have become comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pin prick.
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good.
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go.There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
but I have become comfortably numb.
This is more from the straight edge side of things than I normally like, but the music of the Gorilla Biscuits filled my skater years with the angst and energy needed at the time. On first listen I remember thinking that the name of the band was just stupid, there was no statement of rebellion inherent in the name. How can people who name themselves such a silly name actually have anything useful to say, or even take themselves seriously as musicians? Then I heard the music, and at the time it was quite fresh, and well produced (i.e. you could hear the lyrics and all the instruments at the same time, unlike other punk form the same era that all bled together).
I’m lucky to be where I am today.
Not by myself, summers on the way.
The jobs I’ll be working, the money I’ll spend, not making a living,
just making new friends.
And I’m trying my hardest to make the most out of every minute.
Not getting any younger, getting older. it’s scary.
Swept out from under your feet your youth’s gone and you wonder why…
BECAUSE TIME FLIES
How much does it cost the booze and the drugs you need.
Put your life on pause.
Is it that much fun, maybe for some.
I think its dumb to let anyone or anything slow me down or prevent me from living my life.
Not getting younger, getting older.
It’s scary.
Swept out from under your feet your youth’s gone and you wonder why.
Work machine makes us old before our time.
I don’t consent that’s how I feel.
Because life’s too short , so I do what I can to get by.
I’ll decide where my time is spent and you can bet there’ll be a smile on my face.
How about yours? How about yours!?
Back to the punk. Bad Brains are one of the best examples of the DC area punk scene, and this is the song that introduced me to their unique sound…
You don’t want me anymore
So I walked right out that door
I play the game right from the start
I trust you, you use me, now my life’s all torn apartSo I’m sailing, yeah I’m sailing on
I’m moving, yeah I’m moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail onTried to see if I’ll give up
But there wasn’t any luck
It’s a fact, a fact of life
That’s the game, game of strife everything is all in strideSo I’m sailing, yeah I’m sailing on
I’m moving, yeah I’m moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail onSo I’m sailing, yeah I’m sailing on
I’m moving, yeah I’m moving on
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on
Yeah, La-la-la, La-la-laToo many years with too many tears
And too many days with none to say
So how will we know when there’s nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short ohThere’s too many years with too many tears
There’s too many days with none to say no, no
So how will we know when there’s nowhere to grow
The fact of life, the fact of life yeahToo many years with too many tears
And too many days with none to say
So how will we know when there’s nowhere to grow
The fact of life, life too short oh
Anything by Ms. Harvey could go here, anything. She has written some amazing songs, full of raw emotions and tremendous lyrics. Enjoy…
water
walking on
water
for years
taking it into my head
living by the right lines
reading what the very man saidwater
walking on
water
neighing on eleven years
taking it into my head
mary mary drop me softly
i’ve been reading what your very man said
neighing on eleven years
taking it into my head
leave my clothes on the beach
i’m walking down into the sea
prove it to me
now the water to my ankles
now the water to my knees
think of him all waxy wings
melted down into the sea
mary mary what your man said
is washing in all over my head
mary mary hold on tightly
over water under the sea
In case you didn’t know, I love almost everything Trent Reznor has touched, the man is a musical visionary. So I was very excited to hear he had a new project with his new wife, Mariqueen Maandig, and Atticus Ross. Which direction will they go? Will the sound be something equally as beautiful as “Ghosts I-IV” or will it be a more stripped down full on rock sound? Expectations were high and, as always, they weren’t completely met.
This isn’t to say that the new sound isn’t good, it’s just that it’s not as different as I had hoped. Every track has that signature Reznor/Ross sound, which is a good thing, but it mostly sounds like they decided to flesh out, and put lyrics to, a few of the left over ideas from the Ghosts project. There are a few notable tracks, “A Drowning” being the pinnacle of the set, but overall there isn’t really anything special about this. Maybe on a few more listens I will get used to hearing the chorus on “BBB”: “Listen to the sound of my big black boots” which comes off as juvenile for such an established musical force such as Trent Reznor. And, maybe, I’ll grow to love “Fur Lined” which appears to have the signature drum sound and beat for a NiN single first heard on “Only”.
All in all it’s not a bad EP, but I think fans such as myself were hoping that the new sound would be radically different than the last NiN sound. They do have time to grow and evolve, which I’m sure they will.
I include this today just because I love it…
Zola Jesus – Night from Souterrain Transmissions on Vimeo.
A fantastic song from one of the highest energy punk bands going. Almost every album is just a gold mine of politically charged lyrics, coupled with a tongue in cheek attitude tha only Jello Biafra can deliver…
Tonights the night that we got the truck
Were goin downtown gonna beat up drunks
Your turn to drive Ill bring the beer
Its the late, late shift no one to fear
And ride, ride how we ride
We ride, lowrideIts roundup time where the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the streetAnd ride, ride how we ride
Got a black uniform and a silver badge
Playin cops for real/playin cops for payLets ride, lowride
Pull down your dress heres a kick in the ass
Lets beat you blue til you shit in your pants
Dont move, child got a big black stick
Theres six of us babe, so suck on my dickAnd ride, ride how we ride
Lets ride, lowrideThe left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they dont give a shit
Dispatch calls are you doin something wicked?
No siree, jack, were just givin ticketsAs we ride, ride, how we ride
Lets ride, lowride
Continuing on the punk theme: The Misfits. I could’ve picked any one of their songs, as fronted by Glenn Danzig, they are all fantastic. I thought, instead of picking a popular one, I would go for something a little more obscure and darker. This track, I beleive is about Ed Gein, whose story has been told by many other bands featured in playlists over my years as a music lover. The Misfits were a great influence on my teenage years, and continue to this day. Danzig has a way with lyrics and his voice always fits the subject matter…
The corpses all hang
Headless and limp
Bodies with no surprises
And the blood drains down like devils rain
We’ll bathe tonightI want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skullsDemon I am and face I peel
To see your skin turned inside out, ’cause
Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, ’causeI want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skullsCollect the heads of little girls and
Put ‘em on my wall
Hack the heads off little girls and
Put ‘em on my wallI want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
I want your skulls
I need your skulls
This may be the start of a punk collection of Friday lyrics. Recently I’ve fallen back in love with old punk; Ramones, Sex Pistols, Bad Brains, Minor Threat, etc… It’s amazing how complex a lot of these songs are, lyrically and melodically, after a nice long hiatus. This weeks song takes me back to my skateboarding days, and the album this was from was a staple in my tape/record collection for quite some years. Combining punk, post apocalyptic imagery and a disdain for authority that only a teenager will understand it is quite possibly one of the best tracks of that era…
All is quiet all is dead
The city has melted
The sound has penetrated
Through our heads
The world has ended the gas is gone
It killed the people now the mutants live onSo long to the world
That’s what they said
It’s 1984 and it’s all gone deadThere is no England
Anarchy is right
But don’t contradict
Or try to fight
It’s always dark there is no light
And 77 has rose to its heightSo long to the world
That’s what they said
It’s 1984 and it’s all gone deadThey shouldn’t have brought back hanging
It caused a lot of fuss
No one could trust the government
We had the fuckers sussed
There are no banks left
They’ve all gone bust
And the houses of Parliament is just a pile of dustSo long to the world
That’s what they said
It’s 1984 and it’s all gone deadIt’s 1984 and there’s gonna be a war
War…War..There is fucking war