Like a walk up to the ticket counter
Give me five bucks or you're gonna get blasted
My first balloon ride at the county festival
The one who wore the pickle hat
And bubblegum-snapping cotton candy girls
Who talk as if we weren't even there
Said it's business as usual, we've seen it all an hour before
Nowhere to go, don't try to run
We take these things as true:
That trees are good, TV is bad,
Grover never had no lips,
Only straight white boys play air guitar,
And the pending revolution can owe me
Like your mother said when you were young
Swing both ways before you cross the street
Sit up straight with shoulders back
Say please and thank you always
Get whatever the fuck you want
My twenty bucks, and the fluid ounce of peace
I hope you choke or slip on something
Walking down the stairs
From the landing to a turnstile exit
Men with ropes and hats like fishing boats running
And I walked, I walked away
And girls they stopped and they'd say
It's business as usual, we've seen it all an hour before
Nowhere to go, don't try to run
We take these things as true:
You ripped me off, it pissed me off
And life is short but it's wide
And I'd like to just forgive you, but it tears me up inside
Victor Krummenacher from Camper van Beethoven joins Segel (also CvB) for a beautiful sattva-sativa journey. Kevin Seal (from this band, Griddle) is a fan of Graham Connah, the organist on these jams. Griddle
Admitting some bias: Griddle's very own Kimo Ball is one of the guitarists in Jello's new band. Biafra's lyrics have never been funnier or more thought- (and action-) provoking. Occupy As F*ck. Griddle
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017