I hate my fucking job I hate my fucking job
Fight or die
First day of basic had us drinking human blood
We're the only resource left ain't nothing up here, cuz
They killed five the first day 'cause they would not fall in line
I say "yes sir no sir" but I'm just biding my time
The sergeant tried to rape me so I slit his fucking throat
Colonel said "Well goddamn, son, you're the kind of kid I can promote."
Got my new stripes branded on the fingers of my fist
Last thing that you'll see coming 'cause I never fucking miss
There ain't no mirrors here they don't want us to see
There ain't no living here they don't want us to be
Last night I dreamt that I was falling from the sky
When I woke up I did not know that I could still cry and cry and cry
Dual theme songs play today.
What are the fellas wearing? (Dave's Beastie Boys shirt is his wife's.)
The fellas go through the machinations of plot furtherment.
The fellas reminisce about the early days of Facebook and how Dee Barth preferred Friendster.
The band with Sharon drumming didn't need cues to come in together on the starts and stops of this song.
City comparison: Minneapolis, Baltimore, Kansas City, East Saint Louis.
State comparison: Iowa, Illinois, Missouri.
Doctor Who reference around 21 minutes.
Pop culture update: Sense 8 and American Gods.
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BABY BLUE GUN
I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me
They took the best of rioters with them was me
They fight their endless wars it don't mean shit to me
I'm gonna join the army 'cause they're making me making me
They punched me in the face and threw me in a truck
We'[re packed in here like cigarettes, man, what the fuck
They tell us that the plan is just for us to die
They'll feed us to the factory and make their weapons with our flesh and pride
And everything inside
They asked me for my name I said "I'm Baby Blue
I'm everything you hate and fear and cannot do."
They kicked my ass again and said it's just for fun
A tattoo on my shoulder says "I'm number one Baby Blue Gun"
Baby blue gun
Dave couldn't hear his guitar in his headphones when they recorded this one.
Brian pulls Dave out of a tangent that would have started with the Byzantines.
"We get bonkers as fuck."
The flubbles happened in a good way.
Brian talks about how to EQ and pan pipes whilst mixing.
Also Brian is back to skating after spine surgery!
The fellas expound upon city driving in B'more.
"When you do heroin the laws of physics are suspended."
Baltimore's mass transit system gets a come to Jesus moment from the fellas.
I seen the sunshine only in my dreams 'cause it's never bright
I spent a lifetime feeling my way through the darkest night
I rode the airways I supped on lightening and drank the sky
I been transcended back away, lord, by and by
Riot now it's our last chance
Seduce me with your sinful dance
Breath my soul and set me free
Everything will burn wait and see
Where are the women?
Where are the mommas, wives, and sisters?
Where is my shotgun?
Got it at the pawn shop and sawed it off, mister
How is this platform?
Hand to hand combat in the goddamned streets
The cops are in on it
They need money to survive just like you and me
Everything will burn as you will see
Burn it down!
"Bob made me a lap steel that I could play standing up."
This song is the "cliff" notes of the larger world created for these characters to fuck around in or in which to fuck around.
We finally got to do the Neil Young thing where you play the same song twice but different to open and close a larger entity.
Either a warning or a heads up, it's up to you: Pro Wrestling talk around 8 minutes in.
The fellas try to figure out modern dance, comic book art, and thumb drives (zip drives?).
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Brian speaks on the art of panning.
"A fortuitous bit of serendipity."
Dave tells of how he got his back pain under control.
When the world started turning and it set to up and burning
All the freedom of a megalopolis
The United States was bleeding and the populace was pleading
For a living breathing old sarcophagus
Well she took to warring constantly for fossil fuels and Jesus
And the lies of often civilated songs
Turned the Middle East to glass and turned her back on her repast
And said the Bill Of Rights is motherfucking wrong, bitch
God bless America god bless America
Land of the free and the home of the letdown
In the meantime out in Asia got a market euthanasia
Got it humming drumming economically
Tried collecting all her debts the US wouldn't take the bet
And said "fuck off" all rather pedantically
For the world that was War Four 'cause III was knocking at the door
And the history sputtered sporadically
In the chaos that ensued after wars for god and crude
The second coming happened despotically
God bless the marketplace god bless the marketplace
Buy that shit low and then sell off the countdown
So it came to be the truth that Chinggis Khan would be the proof
That if you want shit done you never wait around
He was rising in the ast the battle lines were drawn at least
The history books would someday write all this shit down
So Julius Caesar rose to fight him made an army just to spite him
And a war machine that ran on human bones
They were clashing every day in every place in every way
With the plastics made from tissues of the clones yeah
God bless the emperors god bless the emperors
Though self ordained still they're willing to get down
While the generations died the war was living with a tide
Of surplus cannon fodder plucked off of the streets
All the fossil fuels are zapped the land is ocean, deserts, crap
Yes and the drums of war are shuffle/set/repeat
If you're looking for a wasteland well you got it have a taste man
What's it taste like fuck you cannot be the judge
It's the west against the east it's set, man "shuffle/war/repeat"
That's how it will be, is, and always fucking was
God bless the atheists, deists, and theists
In the land of debris at the edge of the meltdown
Dave: guitars and vocals
Brian: bass and mixing