Established in 1998, The Lucifer Youth Foundation is a non-for-profit organization anchored to the concrete truths of unconditioned youth. The LYF encompases a selection of disciplines including petty crime, détourned design, dolla talk, busting heads, cutting film, scripting-ill literature and playing heavy (pop). Tu-Wang Gang?? WHAT UP/LOVING YOUNG FEMALES? luciferyouthfoundation.org / wulyf.org/ www.worldunite.org Dig it
Well ok- the link I have isn't actually Midnight Rambler. It's labelled "The Lowdown Back Porch Blues" but includes a number of bonus tracks notably this one from Midnight Rambler.
Check out the lyrics to "too poor to die"
Last night I had a dream
I dream I died
The undertaker came
To carry me for the ride
I couldn't afford a coffin
Embalmin' kinda high
I jumped off my deathbed
Cause I too poor to die
I's in trouble
And I'll tell you the reason why
I'm just too poor people
I'm too poor to go lay down and die
OK so I admit it- clowns freak me out, so I'm not crazy about circus music to begin with, but if these guys weren't spot on they could never pull off such demented shit. Check out the lyrics to "Ass is on Fire":
Clumps of hair...in the sink...who's hiding things from me?
You knew all along Goddammit but you wouldn't tell me
Well, look at you now. It's not funny...my ass is on fire
Paraplegic, inhuman liar. Carve a smile on your face. Everything's great...suffocate. It's beyond my control...I'm coming. Boo.
Lyrics care of : http://lyrics.wikia.com/Mr._Bungle Dig it
To celebrate the recent re-release of Teenage Hate this week we have a guest blogger. Shoeshine Boy said: Jay Reatard did more in a short time than that bastard Anton in Brian Jonestown Massacre ever did—or could do. Besides, where is Anton now? Hey Anton? You there? Or are you wandering around California in a gown looking for a Sitar.
Jay’s diversity AND quality was unparalleled (to use a cliché), but it was so almost to the point of frustration. But I guess geniuses who are all over the map like a hyper kitten are given a pass in that way. After all, as great as Brian Wilson was, nobody ever really knew what to make of Smile.
The only time I saw Jay was when he opened for the Black Keys. He walked out on stage and said. “I’m the opening act. It’s my job to not be better than the Black Keys…” And of course he was.
Enjoy your Gibson Flying V in the afterlife, gentle friend.