Showing posts with label Dead Milkmen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dead Milkmen. Show all posts

Monday, March 23, 2009

More Dead Milkmen


Today I bring you quote worthy quotes from the non-distorted punk pleasure that is The Dead Milkmen's masterpiece, Bucky Fellini:

I like to scream
I like to yell
That's 'cause I'm sick
And I need help
The specialist won't hurt me
He's not like the nuns
He's got a lot of pretty pills
I think I'll take some yellow ones
Take me to the specialist


- Mr. Huberty
- Yes god
- You wouldn't happen to have any power tools?
(psychopathic laughter)


YEAH! SOME NIGHTS I'M LYING IN BED!
Wonderin' what would happen if Nancy Sinatra suddenly freaked out and
climbed a tree and decided she doesn't want to do 'These Boots are Made for
Walking' any more and all she ever wanted to do for the rest of her natural
life was hum the 'Theme to Swat'.


I always thought they were saying "And own a beaver swatch" instead of the Theme to Swat thing..... really doesn't matter, neither makes much sense.

Poke out your eyes
And move to Portland
Kill your wife
And move to Portland
Burn down your home
And move to Portland
Come on everybody!
We're movin' to Portland


The episode of Lost called "NOt in Portland" should have featured this song.

When we get to Graceland
We'll have to ride a bus
We'd better watch our language
Or the guards will beat us up
We'll get to make some cheap jokes
And buy cheaper souvenirs
If this were Disneyworld
I'd buy a pair of Elvis ears


Two, three, four!
Look out Stevie Ray Vaughn
Look out Charlie Sexton
Look out you cheesy Texas mother fuckers!
Alright!


Don't try to tell me that you're an intellectual
Cause you're just another boring bisexual
"I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party"
Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees (When Rod says "Hardees"
there's the sound of a page turning)
80 pounds of make up on your art school skin
80 points of I.Q. located within


Out in the woods
Up to no good
I wanna make friends with the badger


Let's go dinin' on rocks and glass
Get the hiccups if we eat too fast
See how long our love can last
Let's go dinin' on rocks and glass


You are invited
To The Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern
You are invited
So many things for you to learn
You are invited
You might wanna bring some extra dip
A case of RC Cola
And a couple of leather whips



Jellyfish heaven
Is not like Japan
Jellyfish heaven
Is not like Thailand
Jellyfish heaven
Is a lot
Like LA

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Municipal Planning

Iqaluit has sprung up rather haphazardly over the years. Whenever I look at the layout of our City, I am reminded of a song from my delinquent childhood, City of Mud by the Dead Milkmen.

I love the Dead Milkmen and have since I was 13. I blame them for an entire lifetime of seeking non-conformist music, their early influence led me to Public Enemy and countless other bands that my parents hated.

"Built ourselves a city
And we propped it up with wood
We were drunk when we made it
Hell! We did the best we could"

Not only does it describe how our City is, it gives a plan for the future. It is also a good reminder that the mud season is coming. Read on:

Built ourselves a city
And we made it out of mud
We dried it off this morning
Out there in the desert sun
And we never do no working
Just sit and watch TV
Well, I finally found a city
Full of people just like me

Well we're gonna drag Bruce Springsteen
By his axe through our streets
By the time we're done The Boss
Will look like a side of beef
We've got plans for other wankers
Who might come through our town
Y'know we're going to rid the world
Of those Top-40 clowns
Then we're going to buy some bombs
Just like the big boys have
So don't call us losers
Or you might just make us mad!

Built ourselves a city
And we propped it up with wood
We were drunk when we made it
Hell! We did the best we could
And still we don't do no working
Just sit and watch TV
Well, I finally found a city
Full of people just like me

Someone tried to build a health spa
But we quickly burned it down
'Cause we don't want any healthy people
Ruining our town
Y'know, we used to have a K-Mart
We burnt that sucker too
'Cause they wouldn't let you in
Without a shirt or shoes
And we never paved the roads
We just bought VCR's
When you got good movies
Hell, you don't need any cars

Built ourselves a city
And we call it WiseGuyVille
And we made a few mistakes
Like putting children on the pill
And we never do no working
'Cause we got cable TV
Hell, I finally found a city
Full of people just like me

Someday we'll have a new land
From sea to shining sea
Someday we'll have a country
Full of people just like


I looked high and wide for a video of City of Mud, and no luck. But we do have these, mostly from a reunion show they did in Austin Texas in Nov 2008. Kate, you now have a mission. Kidnap Joe Jack Talcum or Rodney Anonymous when you are in Austin, and make them play Open Mic nights here.:

"If the black guy with the Arab sounding name can become President, then you fuckers have no excuse"


Everyone knows that a burrow Owl lives in the ground, why the hell do you think they call it a burrow owl anyway?"



Punk Rock Girl Sing a Along "Nothin' man, it's stolen"
Plus a special dedication of Tiny Town to Sarah Palin.


Smokin Banana peels in between meals: