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I was banned, from the record store,
after coping a copy of Freedom of Choice.
Silly cone hats, elastic bandages,
it turns me on and its not perplex.
six or twelve inch, a year old long itch,
I can’t stop thinking about those revolution skitch.
six or twelve inch, a year old long itch,
I can’t stop thinking about those revolution skitch.
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme,
gimme gimme joko homo or the monogolid.
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme,
gimme gimme Mothersbaugh or the Voidoids.
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme,
gimme gimme that liquorice whip.
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme,
gimme gimme cause its in my zit.
six or twelve inch, a year old long itch,
I can’t stop thinking about those revolution skitch.
six or twelve inch, a year old long itch,
I can’t stop thinking about those revolution skitch.
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme,
gimme gimme that liquorice whip.
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme,
gimme gimme cause its in my zit.
ye-ye-ye-yah, ye-ye-ye-yah, ye-ye-ye-yah
DEVOlution, DEVOlution, DEVOlution
Whip me, slap me!
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New York Ye-Ye
06:23
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Welcome to the arty of New York City,
where the city paints so much pretty.
Everywhere there’s so much deeds,
mentioning bands like David Byrne,
The Ramones, Velvet Underground, and Dead Boys.
I don’t know about this music zoo. What about you?
twenty five and overwhelmed, can’t get enough of this New York Gem,
Andy Warhol hits on acid, strutting around going like this,
(make random noise)
-man when’s the last time you hit that?
and I say: Hey! Ho! Hey Ho!
The French new wave is coming to town,
I don’t wanna yak all:
Nonsoit, Quoi de neuf, mes amis et les famillies?
Vivre longtemps la musique concrete.
-get it right you cheese eating surrender monkeys!
Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!
I chug beer, but you sip on wine,
I gorge pizza, but you take the cheese,
I’m from New York, how about you?
I’m from France, how about you?
BOING! BOOM! TSCHAK! PENG! BOING! BOOM! TSCHAK! PENG!
Whackem smackem, whackem smackem,
New York, ye-ye!
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the lyrics are whatever you want them to be ;)
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Rhythmic philosophy
(art forms in clarity)
has critical mess
(who’s to judge its peace?)
commericality
(makes no sense at all)
is such irrelevance
(makes no sense at all)
corporate expression
(our generation)
comes and goes
(love and hated)
artistic expression
(our generation)
can never be done.
Build destruction and less destruction,
so quit the old god damn debation.
It’s like gum in your hair, daddy loves men,
mommy digs pot, but I got the rock,
no I got the rock!
Freak out!
corporate expression
(our generation)
comes and goes
(love and hated)
artistic expression
(our generation)
can never be done.
Flex your head and rise above,
You’ve heard of this slang, don’t you had enough?
So grab yourself a chair, listen to what they said,
punk is broke, but rock ain’t dead,
no rock ain’t dead!
Touche!
Rock and roll
(basis of our earhole)
runs a big milestone
(forever down the road)
Johnny Rotten and Prince
(Elvis and Morrissey)
to D. Boon and Hendrix
(musical tragedy)
This is the story of the young adolescents,
rocking their youth like their own government.
Appraising the norm of narcorockcritocracy,
better to see.
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I Don't Know
03:13
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Practicing the week, gotta come up with a song.
Lord have mercy!
Cue melodic solos and a riff raff to yearn.
How hard can it be?
The bridge is in, and the verse is done.
Who’s got the lyrics?
I don’t want a concept, or a theme, or a pun.
Nothing too embiggen.
I don’t know, I don’t know!
What we’re writing about!
I don’t know, I don’t know!
What we’re singing about!
A song is a song, what difference does it make?
Go and get your head out!
Let it stand as a zero hit wonder,
don’t ask how.
(various genre) call whatever you want it.
The song remains untitled.
If the song speaks the soul or a suggestive gesture,
then screw the dumbass title!
I don’t know, I don’t know!
What we’re writing about!
I don’t know, I don’t know!
What we’re singing about!
I DON’T KNOW
what’s the song is about?
I DON’T KNOW
how does the song start off?
I DON’T KNOW
who was in that song?
I DON’T KNOW
what the next lines are.
I DONT’ KNOW
……………………
I DON’T KNOW
cause I told you so.
I DON’T KNOW!
I don’t know, I don’t know!
What we’re playing about?
I don’t know, I don’t know!
What the hell is this song?
I don’t freakin know!
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My Radio
02:49
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I’m all shook up, for some music,
cause its ready to air now.
Late at night, so lets turn it up,
the track is stabled, cause its up there.
I’m all shook up, but pretty curious,
the stations starting to fade now.
Now its just a plain jukebox.
Oh my god, its all gone!
Wheres my favorite music gone to?
I can’t take this anymore now.
I can’t stand this!
Makes me feel so sick!
I can’t stand this!
Makes me Retch!
So Instead, they give you mainstreams, and top 40s,
and I hate it all now.
Change the real, I mean the reel to reel,
I wanna hear the track I wanna hear!
I want some Big Star, Sonic Youth, or Elvis Costello!
But the stations a no-go.
Goddamnit I wanna know!
Wheres my favorite music gone to?
I can’t take this anymore now.
I can’t stand this!
Makes me feel so sick!
I can’t stand this!
I just want…
My radio!
Hold airwaves!
My radio (falsetto)
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I’m stranded in the desert/nothing to drink
only sounds to hear/thoughts at think
driving by the cactus/ boughton-weber road
looking for something to do/’sides what im told
meet me at the Denny's at the end of frontage road
‘mones played here 1983
huge parking lot there all you can see
coyote moans up on royce
“if jesus lives/ is your choice"
call you up for a grand slam in the boondocks with me
pop punk you see was only mirage
sandy chuck taylors your whole entourage
staked me on the fence by st francis
hot desert sun left me to parish
met up after at the dennys on 53
om nomnomnomnomnomnom
om nom noma om nom noma
I’m stranded in the desert/nothing to drink
only sounds to hear/thoughts at think
driving by the cactus/ boughton-weber road
looking for something to do/’sides what im told
meet me at the dennys at the end of frontage road
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Insanity
03:10
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The worlds prepossessing but bullshit is all I know,
Society blows, that’s why I’m stuck here in a hole.
Psycho image, feral eyes, narc or sleazy, its all above.
Distraught laughters, madly in pain, there’s nothing I can get rid of.
Send me to the psychic ward, does this mean I’m really free?
Manifest succumbs my brain, guess they found my insanity.
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Void
02:01
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Hey you big loco, won’t you give me a break?
Its a really annoying thing, so quit it for christ sakes!
Hootin, and tootin, your best way is all the way,
But I don’t care about what you say, just zip your mouth and shut your face!
Talking and talking is a very precious thing,
We’ll clog it down your throat if you keep it up the pace.
All I see is your work of art,
But I don’t care about what your standards are!
I don’t care about what you say,
it all becomes void, does it make it anyway?
The more you talk, it makes you a man,
frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!
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81 Seconds
01:21
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I’ve been to 9:30, CBGBs,
to a filthy of church in West Hermosa Beach,
north to The Capital, hoboken maxwell,
Club Metro and back to First Avenue (or 7th Entry)
Little Rock, Camels, Tool and Die,
Stone, and the Whiskey, Anthrax and Pine Street,
Driving all over the road until the van goes beat!
And I’ll be reading Suburbans, and Slash,
but theres Sounds, and Search and Destroy, Maximumrocknroll,
Punk, and the Rocket, Village Voice, Touch and Go and Force Exposure,
Trouser Press, Melody Maker, the almighty Creem to the great Flipside,
Screw this I’ll be making my own damn zine!
I’m talking about Touch and Go, Ace of Hearts and Dischord,
SST, Sub Pop and K, Homestead, Tentacles and Rought trade,
Frontier and Slash, Kill Rock Stars and Wax Trax,
We don’t need no stinking corporate mack!
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AADS
01:03
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you asked me
to tell you
how I feel about you
on the way home from band practice I was
so happy coming home from that and
talking to you
dreaming, I wake up
instantly i fuck up cork slice
popped off juices flowing and I'm
dying peaceful dying but I
have to write 5 words to you
"where's Ashley? where's Ashley?"
all i can think of
fighting father yelling mother running
through the house looking waking
up i need to see you
oo oooooooooo
Oooooo oo ooooooo
Ooooooooooooooooo
Ashley! Ashley.
before i wasn't in a band
writing songs before things would happen
all of it imagined
all of it was dreamland
this might be the
best i can do
my songs were better written because
writing was all that there was
before you i love you so much and i
never need to write again
2013, Kurtz, Swartz, Gillingham, Lim
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Europa
06:12
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Attention, Fascist Gents.
Iron tracks apart from the sea, all across Nazi Germany.
A point-dexter working like a panther, a car conductor who won't dismantle.
A heart to shed no need to mislead, no one knows and no one cares. (I said no one cares!)
Liebe für alle once and for all, one hectic post war there's nothing to draw.
Black turns to red, rose starts to bled, anything he says, nothing will stay, but fingers point on his chest.
In Zentropa there's no need for a sin, a femme fatale is all he ever listen. (I said listen!)
She sings like rebel, but without any cause.
Like a hard-boiled women with a touch of villainous in her heart.
Careful young Leopold, don't make any harmful mistakes.
Time's ticking now and your life is at stake.
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Walmart After Dark
02:35
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I see you hiding under racks of discount clothes
Riding tricycles through empty aisles
Look at the fish, there used to be hampsters too
The tiny ones were much more adorable than me and you
Walmart after dark
Let’s throw the football around like I’m your dad
Empty the ball cage, kids, let’s be bad
Take 13 items to the check out line
Align everything on the shelves
Walmart after dark
I’ll never steal candy from the bulk candy aisle
But with you I might surprise once in a while
The manager says its time to leave
Come on babe, hop in my pink barbie jeep!
Walmart after dark
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