….when you sell like Eminem of course…or have guns hanging out of your anus…i was set and meant to compile a list of worst lyrics…and many a beautifully beastly lyric there are…many more there will be…grammatical cohesion be damned…we’re either inventing our own language…step up Mr Stipe “Leaving was never my proud”…hmmm…or being dangerously infantile…step up that old romantic fiddy cents “I love you like a fat kid loves cake”….or just plain makin shit up “I can pay my automobills”…attribute that ditty to word-smith Beyonce…
i was going to…but then considered that Frank Black may be my favourite song writer of all time…and he oft treads the line of lyrical logic…and we too…at Class of 1984 camp…don’t tie ourselves down in the intelligible department…so i reconsidered….instead I’m just gonna give ye some inklings of what were listening to at the moment…or more accurately what we are freely downloading from Limewire and slowly squeezing the life out of the music industry as we know it…ourselves included…but you know…its free…and we’re only human
Nirvana – Live From reading
remember when we didn’t have to compromise our own anus to Nicklebacks
Spoon – Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
I completely missed these guys
The Police – Outlandos d’Amour
yes
Baby Shambles – Shotters nation
urine soaked incontinent heroine junkie? it takes all kinds
Alberta Cross – Broken Side Of Time
better than KOL…but alas have same constipation in the humor department
Frank Black – SVN Fngrs
this guy never had constipation in his life
Mulled cider and thermal underpants
another day…another song…this one from the bowels of our fair hearts…its called “Believe Me”….and even James gets his voice on this one…or more accurately his abysmal impression of some incontinent whiskey soaked blues man…nevertheless we think its great…and conveniently we think you might to…
recorded during the winter freeze of last Christmas…wrapped in woolly hats and thermals with copious amounts of mulled cider at hand we managed to commit to tape in record time…you see, this here cabin we play in is virtually inhabitable during winter months…but battle brave we did…and through probably one of the worst winters we have seen down in the lee valley…well there was the infamous yonder winter of 1982 that elder folks down in dim pubs seem to whisper about all the time…over stale pints of Guinness…but we alas can only dream of such distant eras…being but glints in respective fathers crafty butcher attack handles during 1982…*Note to self: scrub some coin together for adequate heating; that fucking Dimplex is taking the piss*
so here it be…in all its sub temperature, cider soaked and thermal underwear clad glory…”Believe Me”
“I aint got nothin and theyre tryin take that away from me to”
Download “Believe Me” here…