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Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Continuing my list of Songs Handed Down by the Gawd of Rawk:
-- "Paradise City" by Guns 'n' Roses -- "Curvee" by Bongwater Taffy -- "Everybody to the Limit" by Strong Bad -- "Ball and Chain" by Social Distortion I'm pretty sure that Fairly Crass is the only one here with a big ol' boner for Social Distortion (I mean, I have a boner for them, but, Fairly Crass has like a ninja-size boner for them.) I heard "Ball and Chain" for the first time in YEARS the other day. Sweet mother of mercy, what an amazing song. Well, it's been 10 years and a thousand tears, and look at the mess I'm in: A broken nose and a broken heart, an empty bottle of gin. So, I sit and I pray in my broken-down Chevrolet. Well, I'm singing to myself "There's got to be another way." Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain. I'm lonely and I'm tired, and I can't take anymore pain. Take away, take away, never to return again. Take away, take away, take awaaay-ay-hey-hey-hey, take away this ball and chain. Well, I've searched, and I've searched to find a perfect life. A brand new car and a brand new suit -- I even got me a little wife. But whereever I have gone, I was sure to find myself there. You can run all your life but not go anywhere. .Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain. I'm sick and I'm tired, and I can't take anymore pain. Take away, take away, never to return again. Take away, take away, take awaaay-ay-hey-hey-hey, take away this ball and chain. (boner-inducing guitar solo) Well, I passed a bar on the way to my dingy hotel room. I spent all my money; I been drinkin' since half past noon. Will I wake there in the morning, or maybe in the county jail? Times are hard, getting harder. I'm born to lose, and destined to fail. Take away, take away, take away this ball and chain. I'm lonely and I'm tired, and I can't take anymore pain. Take away, take away, never to return again. Take away, take away, take awaaay-ay-hey-hey-hey, take away this ball and chain. This is much different than, say, "Bring tha Noize" by Public Enemy with Anthrax. Or "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot. Or "Born in '69" by Rocket From The Crypt. All kick-ass songs to be sure, but, not HANDED DOWN BY THE GAWD OF RAWK. Can you tell that the "Got De-hired from My Job Blues" has been around for a while? Well, if not, let me just say that they have. Wrote a song about it. Wanna hear it? Here it go! OK, not a song. Another crap one-act. A Crap One-Act PlayBy Grant BennettDramatis Personae: Chad Spencer: Human male; bon vivant RawkStah: Human male, mal vivant Setting: A salon straight out of gay Paree, full of foppish dandies and philosophers Chad Spencer: So, Monsieur RawkStah, I am given to understand that you are now without gainful employment. C'est vrai? RawkStah: Oui, c'est vrai, je regrette. Mon travail à KNIM est fini. CS: So, what will you do now? RS: Je ne sais pas. CS: Well, are you going to get the fuck out of Maryville? RS: I don't know. CS: You've hated Maryville for years. You hate living in Missouri. Why not get the hell out of Dodge? RS: I may hate it, but at least I know it. Comments by: YACCS |