"I think the band that opened for them was lead by the guy from Faith no More."
Would that be Mr. Bungle? (The band, not the guy - if it is Mr. Bungle the guy is Mike Patton)
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"I think the band that opened for them was lead by the guy from Faith no More."
Would that be Mr. Bungle? (The band, not the guy - if it is Mr. Bungle the guy is Mike Patton)
Mike Patton is also front man for....
bollocks, I've forgotten the name. Mad, experimental sound, not unlike Mr Bungle. Ends in -us, I think. Or something similar.
Ah, whatever. Who needs a brain anyway?
It was patton but the band wasn't mr. bungle. I didn't find them as good as mr. bungle, either.
www.allmusic.com to the rescue! (I've lost track of the guy lately.)
Fantomas
That's the bugger! I was close!Quote:
Originally posted by Chang Style Novice
www.allmusic.com to the rescue! (I've lost track of the guy lately.)
Fantomas
on the subject of the allmusic guide, and the imdb, and google, and all these other great search and information resources the internet puts at our fingertips...
Is that just about the coolest fu(kin' thing ever or what?
Hell, yeah!
You know, I wonder.......click!!.....Oh, okay.
Dictionary.com is pretty freaking awesome as well.
And we're just getting started.
Here's the US Census Bureau's Statistical Abstract of the United States!
I mean, d@mn! Fifty years ago, even twenty years ago, how hard was it to find this stuff out?
What is with you people talking about heads and whatnot? Its freaking me out. :D
KC, amen brother! My pasty white skin doesn't photograph very well. So, any picture where I look human is, to me, a great picture.Quote:
That's the advantage those of us with lowered expectations have. We think we're all **** good looking, while all you beautiful people can deal with the angst of the non-perfect picture.
Gene, stop teasing us & post some pictures of Margie. We're all friends here.
Margie can post her own pictures - but I'm sure you'll find some shots of her here.
Very Christmasy.
I'm blown away by the love from got qi fans here, so palpable you could add ketchup and call it dinner. So...
Mira lo que se avecina a la vuelta de la esquina
viene Diego rumbeando
con la luna en las pupilas
y su traje agua marina
va después de contrabando
Y donde mas no cabe un alma
Y se mete a darse caña
Poseído por el ritmo ragatanga
y el dj que lo conoce toca el himno de las 12
para Diego la canción más deseada
y la baila!!!
y la goza!!
y la cantaaaaaaaa!!!
aserejé ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
a sereje ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
no es cosa de brujería
que lo encuentre to los días
por donde voy caminando
Diego tiene chulería y ese punto de alegría
raftafari-afrogitano
Y donde mas no cabe un alma
Y se mete a darse caña
Poseído por el ritmo ragatanga
y el dj que lo conoce toca el himno de las 12
para Diego la canción más deseada
y la baila!!!
y la goza!!
y la cantaaaaaaaa!!!
asereje ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
a sereje ja deje
dejebe tu dejebe
deseri iowa a mavy
an de bugui an de güidibidi
ananananana
ananana nananananana
anananananananananan
ahí ahí ahíiii ee ooo
do you even know what those lyrics say?
:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
One can only assume that they are advertisements of some sort.:p :D
Old sk00ls represent
Grandmaster Flash
The Message
Broken glass everywhere
People ****ing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a ***-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own
Chorus:
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Me on King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migrained, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!
Chorus
My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a **** thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seasaw
Chorus
A child was born, wih no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
Got a smile on you with these burning tooth
Cause only god knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the numberbook takers
Dogpitchers, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smuygglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of highschool
Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void
Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as an undercover ***
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Chorus