...fuck the fuck off...

It's Sunday night and of course, this will be me by the end of the week...Monday by 10am, more like it.

 Posted the studio version of this several posts back and was stoked to find a nice live version. Words to live and die by...hahah!

Can anybody relate?

I apologize if I already posted this tune, but it's just too fucking good. I appreciate the Melvins more these days than I ever did, but let's take a brief stop at vid/tune that deservedly has a million plus views/listens. Four dudes just slaying it!

This was several mornings ago...there is a deer in the middle of the driveway, if you can make it out through my filthy windshield...hahah.

This is not my absolute favorite album, ep, or whatever from Rudimentary Peni, but nevertheless we have this tune on it and that's pretty alright with me! There is no best or worst with these guys, each of their many records is a complete statement unto themselves, they are all Rudimentary Peni. Three fucking dudes absolutely slaying it. What else can I tell ya.

Fashioned from stone,

Our blood is cold,

As the lifeless rock

Through which inertia flows.

Hadn't seen my alpaca buddies in a while...

How about three more dudes absolutely slaying it. Not coincidentally or ironically my favorite Jimi Hendrix Experience tunes (these three maybe the best three musicians to have ever been put in a room together to create sound). There's several good live versions but this is the studio version that hit me at a young age.

Don't know who this old fucker is, but he can fuck the fuck off...hahah

I don't know how many folks total, were in Crass, but damn they could write a heavy statement with these snarling angry tunes, that were often imitated and never duplicated...

Tired bored sad people, tired bored sad lives

Endless cars on endless roadways past endless shopfronts with endless lies

Even the winners, even the punters, tight lipped packages, think it's bad

Can't imagine a revolution could deal with anything so sad

Well it's all set up so you can't do it

No let up so you don't make it

And all arranged so you can't have it

All enclosed so you won't take it

Set in little pockets of isolation

Separated by regulation

Crushed for product in a rich man's passion

Relative ration for the ration nation

Tear a bit, smash a bit, cause a little pain

That's a contribution then they build it up again

Fool yourself thinking it's a holy held belief

When all the time it's just another light relief

Oh boredom psychological stunt

You never really feel it when you're up at the front

And it doesn't really matter where the hell we're going

As long as everybody has the hot blood flowing....

Excitement and thrills

Will put off the ills

Radical frills

Docility pills

New wave, splash in the pan

Real music by dildo dan

Tired old discos, sham balam

Soddern modern, christ, futurists again

Play the machine

Crank up the dream

We're just what we seem

Know what i mean?

But no-one can wipe out the last five years

So there's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs

Marry me darling?

Fuck off, creep!

Tired and lonely, life on the cheap

Didn't plan it, but now we're very happy

Another poor fucker drowns in its nappy

Bakunin and bollocks and fun and farts

Hit the right fantasy and come up the charts