Lyrics of the Day: 30 June, 2008

LARS FREDERIKSEN & THE BASTARDS
LYRICS

"Campbell, CA"

Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night
We're meager disciples they gather in rite
It's time for the indignant paupers to speak
This town belongs to me
The gravel lines archways
The perilous streets were desperate deeds
Find buyers in heaps
God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps
This town belongs to me
The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees
My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings
The end of the world is closer than it seems
This town belongs to me.

What if there were no hypothetical questions?

I know, I'm a bit late but I'm a slow blogger. But this is for George Carlin. One hell of a comedian. Abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious. If you've never heard/seen his stand up I command thee to leave now to search his name on YouTube.com

These are some of my favourite Carlin quotes. Enjoy.



"Scientists announced today that they have discovered a cure for apathy. However, they claim no one has shown the slightest interest in it."


“When cheese gets it's picture taken, what does it say?”

“Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.”

“Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.”

“Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.”



“The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.”

“Always do whatever's next.”

“Don’t sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.”



“I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work.”

“I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.”

“God had intended us not to masturbate he would've made our arms shorter.



"Women like silent men, they think they're listening."



"Electricity is really just organized lightning."

"Fighting for peace is like fucking(or screwing) for virginity."

"If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten."


There are so many more I could list, including his amazing 7 words.


But truly, google him, YouTube him, search him wherever. Love him. You can't deny it. Enjoy.


R.I.P. George Denis Patrick Carlin
May 12, 1937 - June 22, 2008
Sorry you got stuck on the roof.

www.georgecarlin.com

Internet Window Shopping: My Musical Loves

I usually never read the band descriptions on interpunk.com...I don't even have a credit card to buy anything off of interpunk but I was sticker searching (Because I'm a sticker/patch whore) and decided if there was a band I'd click on...it'd be OPIV

Operation Ivy

I don't remember exactly how I met him; he was just that bouncy, floppy kid who always had a smile and some excited words for everyone that first spring at Gilman. I knew he'd played in a band called Basic Radio, and I knew that he was bummed that they'd broken up. Then I went away for three months, and when I got back the first thing I heard was that there was this great new band at Gilman called Operation Ivy and that they were playing that night. When I got to Gilman, there was Tim out front, only now he wanted to be called Lint, and he was more excited than I'd ever seen him. "I got a new band, Larry. It's called..." Yeah, you got it. I went inside and watched one of the most amazing shows I'd ever seen, and when Tim got off stage and asked me what I thought, I said, "Let's make a record." At the time there was no Lookout Records, and I didn't have the slightest idea how such a record would ever come about, but I just knew it had to. How important were Operation Ivy to Lookout Records and the whole East Bay scene? I kind of doubt we'd even be here without them. Tim and Matt went on to form Rancid and gain even more fame, but they never forgot their roots: listen to them sing about the Operation Ivy story on the Rancid song "Journey To The End Of The East Bay," where Tim proclaims about Gilman: "That place was sacred ground to me." But though Tim and Matt are the Op Ivy alumni that everyone knows about, it would be foolish indeed to forget Jesse Michaels, who not only penned their brilliant and evocative lyrics and sung them in a passionate, instantly recognizable voice that could soar from throaty growl to angelic innocence in the turn of a phrase, but also created all the artwork that now adorns punkers' shirts and packs around the globe. Anchored by the seemingly effortless, but never less than excellent drumming of Dave Mello, Operation Ivy came and went with the fleeting incandescence of a comet that will remain emblazoned forever on the consciousness of anyone who ever had the privilege of witnessing them in their glory. They stand, and undoubtedly always will, among the handful of bands that truly matter.