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Post by Jazzmaster on May 15, 2007 17:43:49 GMT -5
Trenchtown Rock is my all-time favorite, but One Love is up there to. Bob Marley is one of my top 3 favorite musicians. Can't wait to see Ziggy at Bonnaroo.
I thought I would post the lyrics to the Dead Kennedys song "MTV Get Off the Air." This song says exactly what I feel about MTV and most current music:
I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy What's left of your imagination By feeding you endless doses Of sugar-coated mindless garbage
So don't create Be sedate Be a vegetable at home And thwack on that dial If we have our way even you will believe This is the future of rock and roll
How far will you go How low will you stoop To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill
You've turned rock and roll rebellion Into Pat Boone sedation Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the M.T.V. Get off the M.T.V. Get off the air Get off the air
See the latest rejects from the muppet show Wag their tits and their dicks As they lip-synch on screen There's something I don't like About a band who always smiles Another tax write-off For some schmuck who doesn't care
M.T.V. Get off the air And so it was Our beloved corporate gods Claimed they created rock video Allowing it to sink as low in one year As commercial TV has in 25 "It's the new frontier," they say It's wide open, anything can happen But you've got a lot of nerve To call yourself a pioneer When you're too god-damn conservative To take real chances.
Tin-eared Graph-paper brained accountants Instead of music fans Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules Forget honesty Forget creativity The dumbest buy the mostest That's the name of the game
But sales are slumping And no one will say why Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?
Post by stallion pt. 2 on May 15, 2007 17:54:07 GMT -5
In honor of the passing of Jerry Falwell, here's the lyrics to Frank Zappa's "Heavenly Bank Account" from You Can't do That on Stage Anymore Volume 1....
And if these words you do not heed Your pocketbook just kinda might recede When some man comes along and claims a godly need He will clean you out right through your tweed
That's right, remember there is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over . . .
He's got twenty million dollars In his Heavenly Bank Account . . . All from those chumps who was Born again Oh yeah, oh yeah
He's got seven limousines And a private plane . . . All for the use of his Special Friends Oh yeah, oh yeah
He's got thousand-dollar suits And a Wembley Tie . . . Girls love to stroke it While he's on the phone Oh yeah, oh yeah
At the House of Representatives He's a groovy guy . . . When he Gives Thanks He is not alone . . .
He is dealin' He is really dealin' IRS can't determine Where The Hook is
It is easy with the Bible To pretend that You're in Show Biz (And a-one, and a-two, and a . . . )
They won't get him They will never get him For the naughty stuff That he did (No no no no, no no no no . . . )
It is best in cases like this To pretend that You are stupid (DOH . . . )
He's got Presidential Help All along the way He says the grace While the lawyers chew Oh yeah They sure do
And the Governors agree to say: "He's a lovely man!" He makes it easier for Them to screw All of you . . . Yes, that's true!
'Cause he helps put The Fear of God In the Common Man Snatchin' up money Everywhere he can Oh yeah Oh yeah
He's got twenty million dollars In his Heavenly Bank Account You ain't got nothin', people (TAX THE CHURCHES!) You ain't got nothin', people (TAX THE BUSINESSES OWNED BY THE CHURCHES!) You ain't got nothin', people Thank the man . . . oh yeah
That's right You ain't got nothin' And they got it all And your miserable ass Is up against the wall The only thing you have not tried It's the sport of chumps And that's SUICIDE
John: We don't even understand our own music Spider: It doesn't, does it matter whether we understand it? At least it'll give us . . . strength John: I know but maybe we could get into it more if we understood it
