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"I have to overcome that safety mechanism that wants to rise up in me and to keep me from doing something that could kill me."
"Everything’s okay until it isn’t."
Dano wrote:dub, i scored some pow while you were in Hawaii!
I know, I missed the last winter blast Fuk man seems like we only got like 4 good weeks this year? Hit Hoodo and Batch last weekend for some spring corn snow and sunshine. Wish you could of made it. Did the stork come? Give me a shout brah.
Against Me!
chck this sh@t out. the first two albums are great. "reinevntion of axle rose" and "crime". I played a couple shows with these guys about five years ago, and just started listening to them again, and they still blow my mind.
acoustic punk as f^ck Sh1t, with a 5 gallon barrel and a snare for a kit. super political, super awesome!
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fu cking blackshirt who was curing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round" At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay