bands die zuigen volgens...

"I can't stand the sound of the velvet underground"

in some ways i think like somebody like redd kross would be easy to manage cos they'd just be so like ``well, whatta we do now?" and you just tell them and that would be it

counting crows must die
counting crows must die
counting crows must die
i'd like to punch them in the eye
all that crap I hate so much
everything about them sucks
boring music badly played
if they were a dog i'd have them spayed
boring hippie ripoff shit that sucked in the first place

counting crows must die

'Let Me Roll It', op Band on the Run

Living Colour Is My Favourite Black Metal Band
Breastfeeding JM J. Bullock's Toenail Collection
311 Sucks
Rancid Sucks (And the Clash Sucked Too)
Extreme Noise Terror Are Afraid of Us

helemaal prachtig:
Eazy E got AIDS from F Mercury
Limp Bizkit Think They're Black, but They're Just Gay

mijn hemel. de koningen van de songtitels...

Nog eentje van Art Brut:

"Stay away from Crack, stay away from Pete Doherty"

-robert long-

on-topic:
uit van "Get What You Give" New Radicals
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they're multiplying
Fashion mag shoots
With the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You're all fakes
Run to your mansions
Come around
We'll kick your ass in!
Don't let go
One dance left

Waarom het niet vaker gebeurd? Het fraai kanaliseren van negatieve gevoelens valt nog niet zo mee, denk ik.

*This could be a response to Julian Cope (who refers to himself as the arch-drude), who commented on his website: "...you hear that new Fall record and it's just more embittered semi-mystical coded fraudulent ramblings about NOTHING nothing NOTHING" (editor's interpretation, which may well be completely wrong!)

Gelul in de marge dus.

zijn er niet meer bands die er hun levenswerk van maken ELKAAR verbaal af te tuigen?

You be rippin' off the fuckin' kids
While they be payin' their hard earned money to read about the bands
They want to know about
Printin' lies startin' controversy
You wanta antagonize me
Antagonize me motherfucker
Get in the ring motherfucker
And I'll kick your bitchy little ass
PUNK

Mr Writer van the Stereophonics. Maar niemand wordt bij naam genoemd geloof ik.

Parliament's P-Funk (Wants to get funked up):
"I heard some funk with some main ingredients like Doobie Brothers, Blue Magic, David Bowie. It was cool. But can you imagine Doobie in your funk?"

Funkadelic's "Let's take it to the stage" zit er zo vol mee dat ik maar even helemaal cut & paste:
Hi-ya! {"oh yeah" played backwards}
Hey Sloofus, (yeah!) tell us something good, let's take it to the stage, sucker
Have no fear, (get it on!) MacFunk is here. Ha!
Doin' it to the max
Slick Brick! How's your loose booty?
Laughin' atcha
Let me tighten it up
Get it on
Yeah

Everybody funking and don't know how
They shoulda seen the bull when he funked the cow
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke
He said, let's get in the bed and funk like folks
Laughin' at ya (ha!)
Funk used to be a bad word

Chorus:
(sung by the group, interspersed with stuff from George and others)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
Laughin atcha!

(Say it loud!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(I'm funky and I'm proud)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back
(Talking 'bout you the Godfather)
Laughin atcha!
(Godmother!)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Grandfather! Heh!)
Finger on the trigger
(Fool and the Gang!)
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(They call us the funk mob!)
Laughin atcha!
(Dig!)
(Get it on)

Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC
Along came a spider, slid down beside her
Said: what's in the bag bitch
She said I'm laughin' at ya, ha, ha!
(Hey Fool and the Gang!)
Funk used to be a bad word
(Let's get it on! Let's take it to the stage)
Motherfunk you
Hit it!

Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Good god!)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(Earth, hot air, and no fire)
Laughin atcha!
(They call us the funk mob)
Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(In your loose booty)
Laughin atcha!
(Ha! Dig)
Slick and the family brick...whatcha you doing?
Let's take it higher
Hey Sloofus...tell us something good
Ha ha ha!

(Laaaallala, lalalala) Those Crazios (Crazios!)
" " New type thing (New type thing)
" " Brand new funk (Brand new funk)
Ha!
Crazier than a sex maniac in a whorehouse with a credit card!

Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (doing it to death!)
Say it loud, I'm funky and I'm proud (ha ha ha!)

Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Get it!)
(Hey Sloofus!)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
(Tell us something good)
And I sat back.
(Let's take it to the stage)
Laughin atcha!

(Funk used to be a bad word!)
(Hey where's the godfather at?)
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
(Now everybody trying to get down)
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(Tell him, when in doubt, vamp!)
Laughin atcha!
(Ha, ha, ha!)
(On the one!)

Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Tricky Dick wasn't worried about no incriminating Watergate)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
(Information being on those tapes)
And I sat back.
(That sucker didn't want y'all to dig on him trying to cop)
Laughin atcha!
(An ounce of that p-blow!)

Sittin in the woods upon a log
(Now he's a-laughin' at you...yeah)
Finger on the trigger
My eyes on a hog
And I sat back.
(They call us the funk mob)
Laughin atcha!
('Cuz they funky in the White House too.)
(Let's take it to the stage, y'all)
(Hit it)

Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that got it so wrong
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" when the two of them could talk
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days of Southfork.
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, the second side of "'Til the Band Comes in"

(het is Half Man Half Biscuit)

Pelle Carlberg met Go To Hell, Miss Rydell (mp3). Lijkt mij trouwens de ultieme louwerkrans als recensent zijnde, vooral zo'n lief liedje vol 'bom-bom-bom-bom-bom'-s.

Ik weet het. Ik kreeg zijn spam ook ;-)

Nee, dat was de gevreesde Kid Crash.

Frans Frederiks, hij ging uit in onze hoofdstad
Amsterdam, Paradiso dat belooft wat
Is wat hij dacht maar die nacht bracht wat anders mee
Hij kreeg een chick maar die bitch bleek een kanker teef
Was niet het type dat zweeg eh eh..waar zo veranderde in een type dat m`n piemel kreeg.
Ze kreeg em rauw, motherfucker hea wie lacht er nauw?
ik heb schijt aan jou motherfucker want ik bats je vrouw.

Subtiel.

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show - Oh don't it show.

Still - oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember

Think its swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut you better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut - in a rut

Thinks it's swell playing in Japan
Everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little fagot - you're sealed with a kiss

Still - oh out on those pills
Oh do the sambo

Four years on, you still look the same
I think it's bout time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit you're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot - You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Pills cheap thrills aspros anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss

A kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss
Looking for a kiss you're coming to this
You do just about anything
Eh Boy?

En Johnny Thunders die terugsloeg met 'London Boys':

YOU’D BEST BELIEVE I’M FROM NEW YORK CITY..
YOU’RE TELLIN’ ME TO SHUT MY MOUTH
IF I WASN’T KISSIN’ YOU WOULDN’T BE AROUND
YOU TALK ABOUT FAGGOTS LITTLE MAMA’S BOY
YOU’RE STILL AT HOME YOU GOT YOUR CHAPERONE..

YOU NEED AN ESCORT TO TAKE A PISS
HE HOLDS YOUR HAND THEN HE SHAKES YOUR DICK
YOU’RE SO PRETTY SUBURBAN KITTY
YOU THINK YOU’RE GONNA CHANGE REARRANGE THE CITY..

LITTLE LONDON BOYS
YOU’RE LITTLE LONDON BOYS..(X2)
YOU THINK YOU’RE GONNA FOOL ME?

LITTLE RICH KID WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
YOU HAD EVERYTHING DON’T YOU THINK IT DON’T SHOW`
YOU’RE HIDING IN THE CLOSET JUST A FACIN’ THE WALL
TOO MUCH TOO SOON DO YOU RECALL?

HAVE A HOLIDAY IN THE CITY???????
YOUR SOUVENIRS (?)?? VASELINE PRETTY (?)
YOU DON’T NEED NO JUNK JUST LSD
YOU WON’T GET SHOT – SHOT BY ME!

LITTLE LONDON BOYS..
AND I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT THE WHOLE LOT OF YOU..

TOO BAD YOU BOYS DON’T KNOW
AND THE GIRLS THEY DON’T GO
EVERYBODY JUST SHOWS
YOU POOR LITTLE PUPPET...

En een leuk Popquiz-a-Go-Go weetje is dat het laatste nummer gewoon mede werd ingespeeld door Steve Jones en Paul Cook.

"And if I ever end up like U2 / slit my throat with a garden vegetable"
- 'A Past Gone Mad'

Fashion mag shoots
With the aid of 8 dust brothers Beck, Hanson

Het staat op half internet al jaren fout (waarom?), maar de tekst luidt gewoon "Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson".

toch? :)

Inderdaad.

"I dig Rock and Roll music
And I love to get the chance to play. (and sing it)
I figure it's about the happiest sound goin' down today.
The message may not move me,
Or mean a great deal to me,
But hey! it feels so groovy to say (...)"

In de tekst worden de Mamas & the Papas, Donovan en de Beatles genoemd . Groepen die de folkies muzikaal best wel diggen, weet je wel (de song zit ook vol met hippyspeak). Maar die teksten, ze zitten er toch wel een beetje mee... De conclusie van het lied:

"I dig Rock and Roll music
I could really get it on in that scene.
I think I could say somethin' if you know what I mean
But if I really say it, the radio won't play it
Unless I lay it between the lines"