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
The epitome of depressing music… Turning “You are my sunshine” into a wrist slashing anthem, beautiful…
Baby
why you not home yet
baby its getting late
i wish you would be home by now.
door bell rings
who could it be at this time
police on my left and right
my son’s not coming home tonightbaby, they don’t need to show
its over, i know
baby, they don’t need to show
flowers and football tops, i know
baby, baby, baby, why you?no sweeping exits
no hollywood endings
flowers and football tops
don’t mean a thing.my baby is six feet under
just another number
my daughter without her brotherbaby, they don’t need to show
its over, i know
baby, they don’t need to show
flowers and football tops, i knowmy baby is gone…
(you are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are grey
i hope you noticed
how much i loved you
how could they take my sunshine away)