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Mystic Knights of the Cobras / Primadonna / Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits (June 20th 2009)

atx — Sat, 16 May 2009 18:15:43 GMT

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Mystic Knights of the Cobras (CD release!)
Primadonna (from LA, back from US tour)
and...
Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, back from the grave again to rock out with some as yet unheard tunes, maybe a cover or two and all your old, umm, favorites. Come have fun and sing along!

21 and over!! Bring a fake friggin' ID, kids!

Invite your friends. Don't if they suck.

Saturday, June 20th
The Uptown
1928 Telegraph Ave.
Oakland, CA 94612
Doors 9pm - $10

w/ Mystic Knights of the Cobra and Primadonna
- BJ Ebola plays second

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Hello from NYC

Ben — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:22:34 GMT

Hey! I just discovered this site. Hi! It's fun reading all these wikipedia entries and MRR posts about what we did a few years ago, just trying to cope with a punk scene that didn't understand us or care about us, and now it's become history!

How is everyone?

-ben morss, once of Hope Bombs and Pilgrims and occasional Bobby Joe sideman, now in NYC

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Two Cats Running on Amazon.com

sephim — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 09:09:23 GMT

I don't know if people should be outraged or if they'll even read this (maybe link it from the BJE Myspace?) but I found a listing for Two Cats Running on Amazon.com.

<a href='http://www.amazon.com/Cats-Bobby-Ebola-Children-MacNuggit/dp/B000A7I9IS/ref=sr_1_1/002-1780049-3996052?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1185785964&sr=8-1'TARGET="_NEW">Bobby Joe Ebola - Two Cats Running EP</a>

The thing that's so outrageous? Try $37.45, add p&h and you're looking at $40+.

Big fucking OUCH.

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Bobby Joe Ebola And The Children MacNuggits - At One With The Dumb

atx — Mon, 22 May 2006 21:50:30 GMT

Here ya go kids!

I didnt have time to check, but i believe this is MP3@128Kbps...I will but up a higher bit rate version later today, that will not be zipped so you can hotlink and or stream them.

http://www.fookingreat.com/SHIT/bje/Bobby_Joe_Ebola-AtOneWithTheDumb.zip

atx

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Carmelita Sings

sephim — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 02:43:44 GMT

I have currently received (does anybody care if I say I used Soulseek to locate and download mp3s?) most of the Carmelita Sings! album, sure, most of the tracks are misnamed and the person I downloaded them from has never been back since so I can finish the job, but if anybody would like them (and could possibly host them on their webspace? I can't afford it and my ISP space can't accomodate that much data) I am happy to share.

I do also have the BJE/YM split, but not the Two Cats Running(?) EP, but my "recording equipment" isn't the best, even if I did attempt to record the split to mp3. But if you can put up with that, I can share those too.

Contact me via my details here at tribe.net as I have given them if you are interested.

Thanks.

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Photos from Gilman reunion show

professorplague — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 21:27:35 GMT

I just got a bunch of pics from the show last month. some of them came out great, and I put them up at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/professorplague

Anyone else got any pics/video? Let's see 'em. ATX has been graciously putting stuff on youtube, as well as my buddy Monoxus. Check 'em out.

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Bobby Joe Ebola aTCM - Kool-aid Man (live at the Gilman 06/24/07)

atx — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:55:56 GMT

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the second song from the show at the Gilman St.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nm6YJpZz8Ms

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Bobby Joe Ebola aTCM - Die Alone (live at the Gilman 06/24/07)

atx — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 21:02:34 GMT

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This is the opening song...I will post them as I edit the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjtjoiodGZU

i will post up some higher quality ones as I work on them...youtube is good, but I figure some of you might like something better.

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Vicious Rumors

atx — Thu, 24 Aug 2006 16:39:13 GMT

(from the desk of Bobby Joe Ebola &the Children MacNuggits)

So yeah, there are these crazy rumors that we're playing at Geekfest on Saturday.

Huh.

Weird.

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S.P.A.M. Records deleted from wikipedia

professorplague — Thu, 28 Sep 2006 21:44:49 GMT

I checked wikipedia.org the other day and found that the entry I wrote for S.P.A.M. Records had been deleted, apparently for a lack of citations. I thought I had submitted enough references to change their minds, but the comments from the wiki lords made it clear that they were intent on deleting it. Several of them questioned whether the label had actually existed, though I felt like I was fairly thorough in providing links to web archives, band interviews, etc.

For some reason I think another entry might recieve the same treatment. It's not easy to cite references for a group that was never the most technology savvy, and only had a web presence for the last year and a half of its existence. Especially when the whims of the wikistocracy are so fickle. Plus, why should I be on a personal crusade to inform people about a defunct label? The important things, the ways that S.P.A.M. affected people, were and are for the most part intangible. A few bands that still exist have S.P.A.M. as an early and slightly embarrassing notch on their belt, a smudge on their discography before they moved on to better things. Perhaps after I finish the Bobby Joe Ebola book someone can use that as a reference. (sigh) There is no Bobby Joe entry on wikipedia, in case you were wondering.

By the way, the wiki entry I wrote for Geekfest is also under citation scrutiny, and I fear the worst. But I'm also quite lazy. In addition, I have this nagging feeling that it would be a little unseemly if I were the only one to provide citations. After all, isn't wikipedia about the democratization of data? Maybe it's that as a journalist the concept of 'conflict of interest' is deeply ingrained within me. Yeah, that's it. The bong has nothing to do with it.

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Not really BJE-related, but sorta

Hickory Smoked Jesus — Sun, 18 Feb 2007 02:20:47 GMT

Since this place is as dead as Michael Jackson's career anyway, I just thought I'd put up a link to an album by S.P.A.M. favorites, the Hope Bombs, seeing as until recently it was virtually impossible to track down anything by them anyway. Feel free to delete it if it seems too "off-topic" or whatever.

http://www.owlmelon.com/cgi-bin/kwiki/index.cgi?TheHopeBombs

Take a listen, it's good!!

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BJE&TCM / Your Mother split

Mike — Thu, 21 Dec 2006 04:58:42 GMT

Does anybody have this in mp3? I found the YM tracks on soulseek, but not the BJE tracks. I own the record, but don't have a record player.. also super glad the Two Cats Running EP was uploaded, this is my first time hearing it

good to see there's video on myspace of the band too, but there should be more up somewhere.. like older footage and stuff

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The Spooky Ghost Town...

sephim — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:54:17 GMT

So... what's happening in BoJo-Ebo-land people?

Not much posting going on here (or the myspace site), I guess that wikipedia thing has kicked a few of us in the nuts recently, but who cares what a bunch of nouveau-net geeks thinks is real and not? We were here first and made this internet place what it is today, fucking cunts.

Anyway, that's my piece... we need to take back what is rightfully ours.

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MaximumRocknRoll Column about Bobby Joe

professorplague — Mon, 10 Apr 2006 18:41:56 GMT

This is John Geek's latest column, "NO", for MRR. Check it out...

Maximum Rock n' Roll magazine is infamous for having a goodly clutch of columnists who frequently write about their own bands. I don't see a problem with this, as much of the magazine is dedicated to giving hoary old punks a place to sound off, many of whom were in great hoary old punk bands who enjoyed (*ahem*) somewhat limited distribution of their often-seminal works. Widespread, multi-generational dissemination of culture (including punk culture) in our society requires making it into a product, which takes money and infrastructure, yet many amazing pieces of art have been made by people with minimal budgets and no organizational/social skills. Assuring the longevity and availability of some damn good/radical music and ideas often necessitates a version of punk history written from the perspective of its immediate participants, and this first-person method of storytelling is as much a part of punk as the music itself - after all, the whole crux of 'Do It Yourself' is that you don't need some top-down (economic) validation from long-established scenester tastemakers in order to loudly say what you have to say. MRR is one organ of this tastemaking apparatus, and while it is tenacious (some would say downright viral) in its attempts to represent a wide swath of often-obscure punk music and culture, it has been (and is) necessarily limited by the particular tastes and ethics of its all-volunteer staff.

I have been lucky, in the past six years, to have been in a band (Fleshies) that has enjoyed a goodly amount of support and validation from "punk tastemakers" ranging from MRR to Alternative Tentacles recordings to, on the more corporate side, Green Day's Adeline Records (who we are no longer affiliated with in the wake of the label's absorption into the Warner Music Group). The fact that Fleshies sell approximately 6 records a year doesn't seem to change this support, which has been relatively unconditional and much appreciated. We don't get paid a dime, but our records do come out (on vinyl as well as CD) and seem as though they will remain available for the forseeable future. On top of all this, I get the bronze opportunity to be one of these hoary old punks sounding off every month in an MRR column.

A major reason for this state of affairs, however, actually stems from my involvement in an older scenester-ignored and/or reviled (for 90% of its existence) anomaly of a band with the ridiculous name of Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits (1994-2000), in which I sang high-pitched backup vocals and talked a lot of shit. Bobby Joe Ebola was so deliberately caustic, so confrontational and assaultive, that Fleshies (which has been described using those same adjectives) is quickly revealed, in comparison, as the punk rock traditionalist comfort music it started out to be. Bobby Joe Ebola was a reaction to growing up in oil refinery-ringed suburbs degraded into multiethnic ghettos, rife with desperation and ridiculous madness both calculated and unhinged, and the end result was often pretty damned scary while remaining hilarious. The laughter was unavoidable, uncomfortable, and often cut deep in both the audience and the band itself.

We would escape to Gilman Street every weekend, watch decent local bands such as Rancid degenerate into Clash tributes, and roll our eyes back into our heads before retreating to the kitchen of our cheap rented house in Pinole to watch Dan and Corbett write a song about it all. Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits was by far the most punk rock band I have ever, or will ever, play in. This is only compounded by the fact that we would sing songs that, for instance, might sound like Michael Jackson, Bing Crosby, and Celene Dion doing a collaboration with the lyrics "You don't have to die alone/Take someone with you when you go/For there are billions of people/Who don't know what to do/So when you die a violent death/Take them with you". This was the era of the initial punk/pop/rock mainstream explosion, the genesis of boy bands such as AFI and the Murder City Devils, and the ballooning wee 'punk scene' MTV people had no idea what to do with our bizarre rubbish. We were smart, caustic, deeply unfashionable, homely little shits from the trashy suburbs, and we refused to romance 'the kids' into thinking we were anything but.

In fall 1996, a year and a half before MRR founder Tim Yohannon died, the not-for-profit Smarmy Post-Angst Musicians (S.P.A.M.) record label and Geekfest collective were contacting various zines to advertise our first compilation CD 'If You Can't Laugh At Yourself, We'll Do It For You' (no, we didn't have the $ to put out vinyl). S.P.A.M. and Geekfest had started earlier that year, around El Sobrante/Pinole bands such as Bobby Joe Ebola, the Bob Weirdos, Yellow, Pork and the Spork, and my own early Frank Zappa-ripoff high school band Annulus. We were not allowed to play Gilman (we didn't sound "punk" enough for the bookers at that time), so we set up our own free, all ages shows in illegal public spaces (that was what was available in Contra Costa County) with a bunch of regional bands who were, to varying degrees, outsiders to the now internationally-fashionable East Bay area punk scene. This included weirdos such as Your Mother, the Hope Bombs, Dory Tourette and the Skirtheads (then called 976, until a hardcore band also called 976 beat them up), Los Rabbis, Uberkunst, Slackbone, Erik Core, the Human Beans, Faroke, Schlong, Cope, and a few others. Several of these bands were on the compilation, and we wanted to advertise both that CD and the Bobby Joe Ebola 'Two Cats Running' CD that we had released a couple of months previous. MRR, as any aspiring salesperson of 'punk product' knows, is pretty damned important to advertise in (and get reviewed in) if you want people to know what the hell it is you are doing. As the first head coordinator of S.P.A.M./Geekfest, I spent about 20 minutes on the phone with Tim, who I had seen around at shows but never met, and was told (nicely) that what we were doing was simply not punk, as MRR defined it at the time, and thus not eligible for either review or (paid) advertising. It boiled down to sonics over spirit: regardless to whether what we were doing was 'punk' in concept and execution or not, it simply did not sound enough like what was recognized as 'punk music' to merit inclusion in MRR.

Of course, people who run such projects are more than entitled to set as strict editorial/booking controls as they like, and we were far from the only volunteer-run D.I.Y. entity to be snubbed by MRR and Gilman in this turbulent period (or any period, for that matter). Yet I was really bugged by this, and a big part of that was because I had spent a goodly part of my late adolescence religiously reading MRR and going to shows/volunteering at Gilman Street. The great 90's punk-into-pop crossover made it painfully obvious how many bands were studiously aping financially successful bands who were their predecessors, minus the vitriol and sense of confrontational purpose the original bands possessed before they started getting rich. 'Punk', sonically and fashion-wise, was well on its way to becoming a cottage industry pumping out highly predictable, sanitized product for an increasingly broad market. Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, whatever designs it may have had on somehow piercing the mainstream, was gloriously incapable of making ANY of the compromises necessary to do so. We weren't stupid, and we weren't unaware of what you had to do, but it just never seemed really possible or even worth it. Our pride in maladjustment ran too damned deep, and if anyone in our circle started to make tenuous steps towards being 'cool' they were very quickly, and forcibly, reminded of just how dorky they actually were. Funny thing is, no one seemed to mind, because we were all having so much fun hosting free, illegal 100-band weeklong camping trips, putting out some REALLY discomforting records, and blazing our own goddamned self-aware trail through the wilderness of trash culture in the roaring mid-late 90s.

Of course, within a few years we all hit our twenties, got sick of El Sobrante/Pinole, and moved to Oakland to be close to where the non-self-created action is. Geekfest/S.P.A.M. became established enough that it developed its own weird/lame 'cool' cachet and collapsed in on itself right before reaching critical mass, buried under a flurry of broken minds, damaged souls, grinding poverty and bad business decisions - after all, it was never really set up right to succeed as 'a business'. By this point, the 'punk scene' (including post-Tim Yo MRR and Gilman Street) had accepted Geekfest/S.P.A.M. as yet another branch in the gnarly (duuude!) tree of punk rock, and in the process it had lost a lot of its soul - and a lot of that may have been my fault, as my sentimental love for punk rock which developed early on became more of a yearning for its acceptance than I ever realized before. This impossible yearning later extended to Corbett (Bobby Joe Ebola singer), who took over as the last head coordinator at S.P.A.M. and became even more painfully "trapped in a world he never made" (to quote Howard The Duck, a comic about an hilarious, angry, and angst-ridden fowl Corbett and I both obsessed over in our childhood).

Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, however, never blinked or faltered a single step before loudly self-destructing in 2000, though by this point the group had become popular enough to headline a packed Gilman Street. By this point, I had quit the band to concentrate on Fleshies, but not before singing backup vocals on the Bobby Joe Ebola swan song: 'Carmelita Sings: Visions of a Rock Apocalypse'. That album is so jagged and pointy, so critical of our surroundings, so raw and visceral and clearly enunciated (in three-part harmonies, no less), that it is actually somewhat painful to listen to. It's funny, for sure, but it's also a pure expression of discomfort music, or irritainment as Dan (Bobby Joe Ebola guitarist/singer) liked to call it - he certainly would never have called it punk. In Bobby Joe Ebola's gaze no one was safe from attack, from senior citizens to celebrity riot grrls to college students; from parents to shitty bosses to cops; from innocent children to skin cancer victims to those who destroyed the ozone layer; from lonely couch-fuckers to psychedelic doomed turtles to BART commuters to humanity itself.

The point? Punk rock, to me, has a lot more to do with genuine nonconformity, radical art, confrontation, self-determination, and community than it does with what music sounds like or what clothes one is wearing. I am fully aware what a cliche that is (and a painfully obvious one at that), but the fact remains that it needs to be asserted with regularity in the longstanding public institutions of punk (such as MRR) so that we don't become complacent and simply ferment in punk's stinky 30-year old juices, losing our souls in the process. The story of Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits is a history that needs to be written, it needs to be stated, and the band mattered - not just to me, but to a decent number of other people as well. I didn't write the words or music, but I was there and working alongside it most of the way. Looking at it now, six years since its demise, the band definitely stands as the most punk thing I have ever been a part of, and the best stuff from it stands out to me as some of the most "fuck you" music of all time; right alongside the Butthole Surfers' 'PCPEP', Nina Hagen's 'NunSexMonkRock', Devo's song 'Beautiful World', Tom Lehrer's 'That Was The Year That Was', Sly Stone's 'There's a Riot Goin' On', Negativland's 'Christianity Is Stupid', and Frank Zappa/Mothers of Invention's 'We're Only In It For The Money'. If you haven't heard any of these, please sell your Casualties picture disc and your Against Me! limited 7" single and go pick them up. You'll probably regret it, but no one ever said the truth didn't hurt.

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Bobby Joe performance Friday the 13th!

professorplague — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 00:01:34 GMT

That's right. It's a long story, but we're playing a benefit show for a friend who has massive hospital bills.

It's Fri, Oct. 13 at 1141 Polk in SF
The show starts at 8p.m. and it'll probably be $5 or so, but it's a benefit! There'll be all kinds of food and beer there, so I hear.

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LYRICS!!!

sephim — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 05:31:29 GMT

If I check the list of convo topics here, I can locate the lyrics for The Rotting Game and Rock N' Roll Fire... but what about the song in between?

At least it's in between on the mp3 I have, which is arranged in a sort of "secret track" kind of way... I don't know if this is how the album presents itself or not, because like most people I only decided to buy the album way after it was released... meaning I was disappointed, but now have a $4 credit at Interpunk.

Anyway, you know the song... starts of in either German, Dutch or Belgian and then is done in english with the world's greatest lyrics of any song ever.

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Thought Somebody May Appreciate This...

sephim — Sun, 17 Sep 2006 08:53:51 GMT

A lot of scabbing around the old parts of the internet helped me track this down:

a brief history of SPAM-- by Johnny Pseudonym

From Fall of 1999....

For an introduction, allow me to present Pim Valisovich, our token Eastern-European-migrant? staff worker:

"Many people, they come to this site. They ask, what is this S.PA.M.? Is it not a shining city on a hill, all of the people in harmony? The streets, they are paved in gold. The records.And what records! Full of such wonderful music! Music making my eyeballs sweat and fingers tingle! When I come to this site, I see many things. All of them beautiful in their own way. I much like the churches, shiny and white, the spires up in sky. And the women.Ah, the women! Such beauty I have not seen since Anastasia shaved her eyebrows for my birthday at the Terveet Kadet show in 1990. It is a land of wonder, it is."

Yes, it is indeed a world of enchantment out here, Pim. We're proud to have you be a part of it, and we're proud of you, the reader, for choosing to be a part of it too. S.P.A.M. Records is an acronym for Smarmy Post Angst Musicians. The name was chosen in reference to our pasts in Grunge, Fist-Raising Political Activism, Heartfelt and Earnest Punk Rock, Sensitive Folk Music, Bad Poetry, and General Teen Angst. .
My name is John Geek, and I'm one of the people who started this ridiculous project in early 1996. Contrary to "popular" belief, and often my own statements, the label actually began before the first Geekfest. The first semi-official release was Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits' "Two Cats Running EP" in February of 1996, financed by Corbett's shitty job as a manager at Round Table, a coffee wench at Starbucks, a credit card, and loans from our equally destitute friends. As we had no idea how to run a record label, we were hoping that someone else would pick up the record for release and distro and so hid the statement "A S.P.A.M. Records release" somewhere in the insert. We were blissfully unaware that once you record, make 1000 copies, and start selling a record you pretty much ARE the record label. D.I.Y. by default, baby. We've always had a serious disparity between how many interesting ideas we've had and how much business sense we've got. "Two Cats" did, however, feature the pug-001 call number, which we decided to appropriate for future S.P.A.M. releases. Coincidentally, right after this very first S.PA.M. release came out, the last serious relationship I was in ended. So much for Rock n' Roll getting you laid.
There was a bit of a lull after this as we tried to figure out what the hell to do with all these CDs. We ended up giving most of them away, often seeing them appear later in the discount bins of our favorite used music stores. Bobby Joe got a bunch of play on Dr. Demento and some college stations, most notably the cable-only KSUN in Sonoma (primarily due to our friend Mark who was the music director, and had loaned us a bunch of money). They were played nonstop all day, sort of an evil Belle and Sebastian to the Sonoma kids. The compilation was spotted in stores in far-reaching locations such as Wyoming, for some reason, where it was still in the discount bins.
Geekfest rolled on, S.P.A.M. was pretty much its official label even though we had little idea of what running a record label entailed, Bobby Joe Ebola toured, etc. In October of 1997, they put out "At One With the Dumb", their first LP (pug-003). Corbett had to sell his car to pay for this one. It eventually rendered him bankrupt, along with fellow buddies and financiers Tony and Mark. People seemed to like it. About this time, Astrolloyd put out their self-titled 7" (pug-004), made possible by loans from my Dad and my crappy job at Rasputin's Records. Also about this time, we started getting the hang of that well-stocked-merch-table-at-shows kinda thing, along with the local store consignment kinda thing and the mailorder kinda thing.
Everyone began to slowly realize that we could do a lot more with S.P.A.M. Records if we just put some time in it, so we decided to make it an official collective with all the people who were helping out anyway. Meetings began in earnest, sometimes at Punx With Presses, sometimes at Gilman, sometimes in someone's living room. Many cigarettes were smoked. Plans were discussed. Ideas were bandied. Nobody really knew a fucking thing about how to run a record label, but that's ok because we had ENTHUSIASM! The meetings were roughly half Geekfest discussion, half S.P.A.M. discussion. We worked out a seemingly complicated (but actually really straightforward) scheme for how to put out releases, pay the bands, do promo, get distro, break even, etc. The idea of it was that everything was done by consensus, and that the label would essentially be an umbrella for D.I.Y. projects by the bands themselves, and projects brought to the table by S.P.A.M. workers as their pet projects in an order determined by a collective-wide vote. Each project was to be treated as a little separate mini-business, with the coordinators and sponsors of each one determining how much work needs to be done, what way they wanted to pay various people for it, etc. Basically, this encouraged everyone to do their own projects as opposed to just "working for an indie label". Technically, anyone could become part of the collective if you just showed up and made yourself useful and didn't piss everyone off to the point where they wouldn't vote for your inclusion. A formally informal collective. We're still trying to figure out if it works.
What does the future hold? We shall see. Unless, of course, you happen to die before you get there. Or if I die before we get there. I'm sure there will still be a future if that's the case, but I wouldn't give a flying fuck about it. You probably wouldn't if you were dead, either.

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how many...

atx — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 17:42:07 GMT

how many cd/eps did you guys put out. i thought there was one that had KOOL AID MAN on it...am i wrong...was i high? but i swear that andy from the The Gutmonkeys had one that had a big gold fish in a small gold fish bowl on the cover...was i all just a dream?

atx

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The Two Cats Running EP

atx — Sat, 12 Aug 2006 22:04:48 GMT

Enjoy!

http://www.fookingreat.com/SHIT/Bobby_Joe_Ebola_and_the_Children_MacNuggits-Two_Cats_Running-ep/

Thanks to the Tribe, here is a great copy ripped at 320kbps.

atx

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take out

RuMpLe — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 20:54:41 GMT

Yes, I would like some children Macnuggets to go plez. I like them
nice and crispy !

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Other songs

JP — Tue, 26 Apr 2005 03:49:19 GMT

A friend gave me the Carmelita Sings cd a couple years ago and I would like to hear the other songs that aren't on it. Is there a link to download them?

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music video for writing love songs...

strawberrykisses — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 01:29:57 GMT

i love your songs. they are just so much fun. anyway, i made a video for writing love songs will never help me get chicks.

http://www.jumpcut.com/view?id=CDD4557AD4B911DABCA5B6693B206B83

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She Ain't no Crip (W/ Chords)

professorplague — Sat, 11 Feb 2006 20:10:37 GMT

“She Ain’t No Crip”

Verses:
G, C, E, D (3x)
G, C, D
Choruses:
C, D, Em (2x)
C, D, C, G

Breakdown:
Em, C

How many times must I ask and from you get no reply
About the cuts above your eyebrow and the bullet-wound on you thigh
I found a loaded Beretta inside your dresser drawer
& I found a red bandana lying on the bedroom floor

(Chorus)
My baby is a Blood, She’s straight out of the ‘hood
My girl she ain’t no Crip, I taste malt liquor on her lips
My baby is a Blood and I’m scared

In your car I found an empty forty and a twenty-sack
And I heard your girlfriend whisper, “Yo puta, I got your back”
What happened to my little girl The one I thought I knew
And how come when she buys her clothes they are no longer blue

(Chorus)
My baby is a Blood, She’s straight out of the ‘hood
My girl she ain’t no Crip, I taste malt liquor on her lips
My baby is a Blood and I’m scared

(Breakdown; a la Smashing Pumpkins)
She used to call me honey, now she calls me G
(She used to be a little G)
She used to hold me softly, but now she holds me up
(She used to wear blue)
We used to have a special thing; now it’s a special thang

(Chorus)
My baby is a Blood, She’s straight out of the ‘hood
My girl she ain’t no Crip, I taste malt liquor on her lips
My baby is a Blood and I’m scared

We got married and settled down, like we’d dreamed of oh so often
We got a cozy little love nest in the deepest part of Compton
We had a get-together to christen our new home
All of her friends taught all of my friends how to play Domino

(Chorus)
My baby is a Blood, She’s straight out of the ‘hood
My girl she ain’t no Crip, I taste malt liquor on her lips
My baby is a Blood and I’m scared

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Bobby Joe live album

professorplague — Sat, 26 Nov 2005 00:16:56 GMT

Hey all! We're working on a live Bobby Joe Ebola album, culled from unreleased tracks and dozens of recorded performances over the years.

As part of the release, we'd like to do a sort of scrapbook, with flyers, lyrics, and anecdotes from us and our fans. Any of you out there with a bit of Bobby Joe Ebola-related nostalgia to share, drop me an email @: zombiedan@gmail.com.

For that matter, if you have any old live recordings, we'd love to hear them and perhaps polish them off for this project.

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live @ 533 Madison St, Fairfield CA

atx — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 05:16:12 GMT

when is the reunion show!

i added pictures from 533 Madison St, Fairfield CA

if i can find more i will post them.

atx

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One time these humans played in my backyard,

Wed, 30 Mar 2005 16:35:49 GMT

and it really pissed me off that all their songs were about dogs and squirrels. I don't remember ONE song about cats. Fuckers.

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New Myspace posting

professorplague — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 06:46:57 GMT

Hey, I just put up a couple of Bobby Joe songs on Myspace.com Sorry for the inordinately long URL, but That's how it happens sometimes. I'll put more songs up soon enough

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=26288641&Mytoken=20050821234119

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Stalin Claus Superstar (it's about wrasslin'!)

professorplague — Wed, 09 Mar 2005 04:22:14 GMT

I'd forgotten this was still on the web.

www.harmful.org/stalinclau...inpage.html

Not a Bobby Joe project; mainly it was spearheaded by Schultz, but Corbett and John and I all had our hands in it. I wrote a bunch of lyrics, a couple of the songs, and played Harold the Hittite and the weird bowie-esque systems analysts, and countless others.

Weird. Definitely check out the MP3s. It's about 3 hours worth of THAT.
Anyhow, if you can get through the whole thing you probably need a more productive hobby.

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I Love Drugs

professorplague — Tue, 22 Mar 2005 01:08:29 GMT

I love drugs
& I love you
But I love drugs much more than you

You're so smug
Think you're so great
Just because you can walk straight
You're a shithead
& I'm shitfaced
Watch me puke on your pillowcase

I love drugs
& I love you
But I love drugs much more than you

I yell and roll
along the ground
Drugs will never slap me around
Drugs don't call me
hippy or punk
Drugs call me 'potato'

I love drugs
& I love you
But I love drugs much more than you

Drop out of school
Yell 'Piss off, mom!'
Rise up and kill your baby sister
Fall down, fall down
Break your knees
Liver disease brain disease lung disease

Burnt synapses

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Root Canal

professorplague — Tue, 22 Mar 2005 01:01:29 GMT

They said I was promising
that I was ready to follow and recieve direction
They didn't look behind my back
& see the handle of my knife protruding from my pants
with which to avoid inspection

I fought through the effects of all those drugs
& made my way across the hall

'Damned if you'll ever to that to me', I screamed
& tore the needles from my veins
I should have stood
It made the wrong impression to be crawling
Semi-conscious on the tile

I heard his mouth say things like
'That boy's being sold for dog food'

& I knew he was no dentist

His office was just laundering corpses for IAMS and Purina (Repeat)

I broke your fucking drill
X-rayed your severed head
Now let's see them root canal me
(repeat)

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All My Friends Are Drug Fiends(w/ chords)

professorplague — Mon, 21 Mar 2005 05:57:30 GMT

C............................................F
They don't know nothin' about history
......C.............................G.........G7
To them knowledge is a mystery
..........C..................................F......Fm
They don't know nothin' about math
......C.....................G...............C
I wonder if they've ever used a bath

(Chorus)
C7.........................................
Are they sleeping in their vomit
D7...................................
Me I'll put my money on it
G..........G7............C............
All my friends are drug fiends
C7.......................................
PCP, smack, dope, and speed
D7...........................................
That's what they say they all need
G..........G7............C................
All my friends are drug fiends

They got a big ol' jug of Visine
Their needles all the time are unclean
Their grandma, the woman she ain't flaccid
They stole her money so they could score some acid

(Chorus)

.......Am..........................................F...........F......
The gutter is what they call their home (their home!
Am......................................F..............F
On the street drooling they roam (they roam!)
Am...........................................F
They covet their forty-foot drug pipe
...........G
If you cram it with weed
........G
As much as they need
G7..................................
Do that & they won't gripe

They got heroin in their cocaine
They don't have any cells in their brain
To them the pot laws are a joke
To them life's just one big toke

Everybody sing!
(Chorus)

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I'm Hip (Vicarious Fame) [With chords]

professorplague — Sat, 19 Mar 2005 03:34:01 GMT

A....................
I'm hip I'm cool
A.................................................C#
I'm on a first-name basis with the people
........................................F#m
Who do the things I want to be
.................................................E
They'll take me out and buy me drinks

Girls will pay attention; they will want to party with me
& buy me food, and they'll tell their friends
& that is how my legend begins

With my newfound status
I'll try to get into places free
& bring some toadies too
Vicarious friends for vicarious fame

I hung out at the bridge when I was in 9th grade
& I gave my lunch to the hessians
so they wouldn't throw me in the creek
I liked that better than what I've got now

I'm hip I'm cool
I'm on a first-name basis with the people
Who do the things I want to be
They'll take me out and buy me drinks

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the rotting game

professorplague — Sat, 26 Feb 2005 05:35:30 GMT

I is so into my anger, I is so into my joy
Either everyone's suicidal
Or as happy as a box o' toys
Tell me girls
Tell me boys
Do you want to save the world
Or do you want to blow it up

Send me to the sky
The bombs are on their way

Do you have a car? Another way to get around?
Could you leave home in an hour if the bombs were on their way
Somtimes I feel like an animal
Caught in the headlights as your fender sends me to the sky

I land in a meadow where a thousand bunny rabbits lie
Flattened & bloody by the tires of your town
It's like they're watching except their eyes stopped watching anything
Except the rotting process long ago

You've got a truck and an identity
I've got my dental records and a tattoo on my arm
All my new friends don't have tattoos anywhere
They don't talk much; they don't poop or reproduce or get alarmed

Maybe 'rabbits' is too stong of a word to use
They're more like little furry frisbees rotting in the sun
I love the games we always play together
I lie there decomposing but they're always ahead

My doctor says I need to get some exercise so I don't die
I keep getting distracted 'cause I'm old & fat & rich & white
What the hell is coming toward me?

I've got expensive shoes so people can see me when I run at night
I've got my mylar headband to reflect upon their bright headlights
What the hell is coming toward me?

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You don't have to die alone (w/chords)

professorplague — Thu, 10 Mar 2005 02:11:03 GMT

G.........................................C
You are all alone and noone cares about you
D..............................................................G
Life is unpleasant and everyone is mean to you
...................C......
There's no meaning
.................Bm
There's no god
..........Am..................G
No objective right or wrong
.......F......................................D
But that's no reason to kill yourself

G................................C
You don't have to die alone
D................................................G
Take someone with you when you go
..........................C.............Bm.............Am......................G
'Cause there are billions of people who don't know what to do
.....................F..................D......................G
So when you die a violent death take them with you.

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Sideburns (with chords)

professorplague — Wed, 09 Mar 2005 02:48:54 GMT

G.....(F#)...Em......Em7...C..........................D
Give me a reason to believe that you deserve another drink
G....(F#).......Em......Em7........C...........................D
You look like ass & you're consumed by boredom and pretentiousness
G.......(F#)........Em......Em7.........C...................D
The years will grind behind you, leaving you without a clue
G.......(F#)......Em......Em7...C....................D
just keep on working & on fridays keep on playing pool

(Chorus)
C.............D....................G
The toilet seat is so cool
...........D.......C............
So refreshing to my face
........................D...............G......D...
Everyone's got sideburns again
Em.......................C......
Sideburns every place
D.........................G
Sideburns every place

.........(F#).....Em.........Em7.........C.......................D....
What do you do when you're too old to really have fun
................................G....
but you want to look cool?
......(F#)......Em...
Get off your ass
.......Em7....C.................D.....................
And set it down upon a swivelling bar stool
G......(F#).......Em......Em7.................G................D.............
You're in that special age group when if you drink no one cares
.....G.......(F#).........Em..........Em7.....C......................D
But if you say you drink with certain people you might get somewhere

(Chorus)

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Childkiller (with chords)

professorplague — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 18:46:12 GMT

..............................E
..............D..............A.....E
Help me off of this swing
..........D...........A.....E
I am tired and nauseated
.................D......A..................F...................G.............E
I've been doing this since you told me to at gunpoint

.............D................A..........E
Broken lenses and a bloody nose
.................D..............A.......E
Won't stop me from getting home
......................D...........A
Crushed kneecaps, however
......F..................G
Necessitate my hesitation

D...........................A........................G
'I need a taxicab', you might think I'd say
.............D.....................
But my tongue hangs out
..............A.........................G
As you strangle me in the woodchips

D...........................A........................G
'I need a taxicab', you might think I'd say
.............D.....................
But my tongue hangs out
..............A.........................G
As you strangle me in the woodchips

G............
Childkiller
.........................A#
That's what you are
.............Am.............D7
Now the day looks brighter
G............
Childkiller
.........................A#
That's what you are
...................Am..........D7
Now there's one less human

G...............C......................Am.................D7......A#...E
Childkiller walks across the empty parking lot
G.....................C......................Am.................D7......A#...E
Sweaty hands grip the chain-link fence
G...........C
He can wait
G.....................C........G
But only for so long
...........................C........D
'Cause they grow up so fast... and you've become a

G............
Childkiller
.........................A#
That's what you are
.............Am.............D7
Now the day looks brighter
G............
Childkiller
.........................A#
That's what you are
...................Am..........D7
Now there's one less human

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Sliding Glass Door (with Chords)

professorplague — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 18:29:43 GMT

...........A..............E...................D.................E
At the end of the world whose watch was still beating?
A......................E................B7.....................E
Who was still sleeping and missed the whole thing?
...........A..............E...........D.......................E.................A
While you were away who crapped on your mistress and rolled on your
E......................B7...................E
mattress and smeared up the sheets?

........C....................................................................................Em
The dogs didn't do it; They just looked through the window and drooled
...............C
But this stranger who brings you milk every week
......G............................D
Is doing the things you never never let them do

.....A...........E......................D..............E...............A.................E
Away in a drawer there's a box that is covered with old pairs of socks
.......B7...............E
in which hides a gun
......A................E........D..............E................A.....................E
But it won't be used so it doesn't matter; she cleaned up the splatters
......B7..............E
Before you got home

........C...............................................................................Em
The dogs just look in and they know that the poop that they smell isn't yours
.....................C......................................................................G
They're more hurt 'cause it looks like more fun to be carelessly pooping
.....................D
inside on the floor

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My eyes are down (with chords)

professorplague — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 03:20:07 GMT

D.........................A.......D.....................G
Don't look in my eyes, don't look in my eyes
D..................A.......................G...............D
Be afraid to look at me 'cause I'm a scary guy
D...............A................G
I paid the fare just like you
D.....................................A.............................D
& you probably think you know where I'm going to

C........................G............C.......................G
The carpets are many colors which all make brown
........C.................G......................A
It's easy to clean up the mess left by the guy downtown

A#...............A
This train is bound for somewhere;
C.......................G...................D
I don't know because my eyes are down

D.........................A.........D.......................G
Look at your newspaper, Look at your newspaper
........D.........................A...................G.................................D
The one you picked up off the floor so you could comfortably stare
D.............A............D....G
I don't recall being told
..........D.....................A........................G
When what you flush down became wet gold

C...................G..........C...............G
The five-year-old didn't avert her gaze
C....................G.....................A...
She just kept chewing on her milky way
A#................A
This train is bound for somewhere;
C........................G.........................D
I don't know because my eyes are down
A#................A
This train is bound for somewhere;
C......................G......................... D
I don't know because my eyes are down

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DUDE

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 01:05:07 GMT

You gotta get the chords up on this bi-atch!

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Bungee Birth

professorplague — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 04:18:45 GMT

Who had a baby in the bathroom?
Who tried to convince us she was never pregnant?
Who tried to flush it down but almost died because
She didn't know she had to cut the umbilical cord?

Can you tell that kind of thing from the look in her eyes
A mixture of shock and pain and surprise
Burst blood vessels in her eyes

Baby baby baby baby
Whoops baby whoops baby
Baby baby baby

I know a secret; I was listening at the door
I heard you flush 3 times
Maybe it was 4
When you stepped out you made a bloody trail
I saw you dragging your bloody purple tail

Baby baby baby baby
Whoops baby whoops baby
Baby baby baby

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Anne

professorplague — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 04:09:09 GMT

I'm in love with your mom
So don't get pissed
'Cause this is love
Not just sex
It's beside the point that she gives good head
I'm more into her eyes
& her mind instead

We could live on a house in a hill
With a dog and a stereo
You'd get your own room
I don't wanna be your dad; I just wanna be your bro
Maybe you could bear the ring
But there's somethings about your mom
That you wouldn't want to know

I'm in love with your mom
So don't get pissed
'Cause this is love
Not just sex
It's beside the point that she gives good head
I'm more into her eyes
& her mind instead

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Little Lamb

professorplague — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 06:01:17 GMT

I don't miss your touch
Never mind your kiss
Your eyes, your voice, your shaven head
None of that I miss
You ask me why I love you
Well I'll just tell you flat
It's the way you shit in my mouth
So Baby please come back

'Cause you're the only one who understands me
So stand above me, my one and only
So might call us sick, say what we're doing isn't right
But until you've tasted her shit
You shouldn't knock it 'till you've tried it

Straight from the tap
That's how I like my crap
You've been holding back long enough
So baby let it go
Oh, oh, let your loving flow
I want a heaping helping of your loaf

'Cause you're the only one who understands me
So stand above me, my one and only
So might call us sick, say what we're doing isn't right
But until you've tasted her shit
You shouldn't knock it 'till you've tried it

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Mr. Abuse

professorplague — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 05:56:02 GMT

I'll pick you up at 7
Not a second late
Take you to the movies
The same old blueprint date
Take you somewhere private
Maybe to the Bay
Park the car and hope to hear you say:

'Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!
Inside of me right now
C'mon you big dumb jock boy
take me to the clouds
Tear off your No Fear hat
& your Mossimo shirt
Tear off my velvet bra
I want to feel it hurt'

'Cause if you really loved me
you'd put out tonight
put out tonight
turn out the lights
Don't want to cling to a sinking ship
Relationship
Don't want that shit
If you really loved me
You'd pay for my beer
Is that a tear in your eye?

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My first time with BJE

xkappax — Tue, 01 Mar 2005 04:16:24 GMT

The first time I saw Bobby Joe was at Point Molate in Richmond for a Geekfest. I remember groaning and running away in disgust with Marcus, Mike Filth or Scary Mike, and Steve List to go get stoned and sneak into the huge brick wherehouse nearby.

If I would have stuck around and actually listened, I would have learned how fantastic their lyrics were, and been onto a good thing a lot earlier! Well, I later went on to see many more BJE shows, and even to gain a crush on their guitar player -- you know -- that guy who isn't Corbett or John. My life has improved ever since I tried to figure out how to let the local squirrels know how small their heads are, and I have Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MN'G's to thank for it.

When and where was your first BJE show?

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Canary

professorplague — Mon, 28 Feb 2005 03:33:36 GMT

There's a TV in every room except for mine
Fake flowers and trays of medicine
Nobody ever leaves here unless they die
Rusty wrinkled bodies and rotting minds

The old people babble incessantly
With their endlessly monosyllabic refrains
The problems they have can be avoided
But one larger problem still remains

(Chorus)
You're outliving your teeth(2x)
Chewing mushy turkey
You're outliving your teeth(2x)

I'm just here so the ones who still can see can see me
I don't do a thing and maybe they identify with me
They too are locked up and eat what they are fed
Veins and sagging skin and brain activity clinging by a thread

(Chorus)

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1 & 1/2 feet

professorplague — Sun, 27 Feb 2005 06:35:21 GMT

When Bobby was 18 he met his Peggy Sue
They'd hang outside the malt shop 'cause they had nothing else to do
But then one starlit night ol' Bobby looked into her eyes
& said "Baby, I really respect you tonight"

In the maternity ward
9 months down the road
Bobby Held Peggy's hand as she dispensed with her load
The doctor said she gave birth to a squirrel
& ol' Bobby's tail began to curl

How do you help a lonely Boy who don't know he's a squirrel?
Wandering over the grass in the business park
& how do you convince a rodent that he has a big fuzzy tail
& that his head is smaller than a tomato?

The press they had a field day in that tiny refinery town
Peggy's parents kept her inside so that she would not be found
Bobby snuck in through her window 16 days a week
& stuffed his nuts into Peggy's cheeks

How do you help a lonely Boy who don't know he's a squirrel?
Wandering over the grass in the business park
& how do you convince a rodent that he has a big fuzzy tail
& that his head is smaller than a tomato?

Siberia is too cold for me if I don't wear no clothes
When I sneeze everything freezes on the way out of my nose
So I'll wear a big fuzzy hat to show solidarity
For the brave Siberians who don't have no fuzzy hats like me

How do you help a lonely Boy who don't know he's a squirrel?
Wandering over the grass in the business park
& how do you convince a rodent that he has a big fuzzy tail
& that his head is smaller than a tomato?

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Kathleen, the World Needs You

professorplague — Fri, 25 Feb 2005 06:30:39 GMT

You are foolish game with a stupid haircut
Too much makeup
You've got a good
heart
So big you can barely contain it in that slinky dress

'Slut' is not a word I like to use
It's not my place to judge your fun
But that's what they thought as they laughed at your jokes
Smiled and bought you drinks
'Prey', they thought

Kathleen, the world needs you
Show them Grrl Power again

& when you return to the scene
Will you wear a bra?
Will you be folksy or airbrushed or waifish or ska?
Could you turn around once so we could see the new threads?
Try rolling your eyes back in your head

Your sisters all across the land will be so proud
Show those kids what feminism's all about
& as long as you don't act too smart
& they can define just what you are
If you just wiggle it, just a little bit
You'll be a Wonder Woman

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$ for books

professorplague — Fri, 25 Feb 2005 06:17:46 GMT

After years of doing algebra & having wet dreams
About the girls who gave it up to the whole football team
It's time to go
So bring your yearbook and your favorite CDs
& head upstate to work on some useless degree
It's the best education Mommy can buy

College! Now you're a full-fledged productive member of society
Really, you're not just a tax writeoff for your family
Just don't knock over the bong
Or try to pierce yourself & get it wrong
Get it wrong

I love college, it's a great place to be
Nobody tells me what to do & I've got an identity
It feels do good; I'm on my own
Mom & dad don't know anything I don't tell them on the phone
I'm my own person
I'm my own person
& I can get piecings anywhere that I want

Four more years of drinking and dancing and boning the coeds down the hall
Four more years of avoiding any kind of work at all
& if you run out of cash, don't distress
Just send a polite request to your home adress
So you can buy more mushrooms

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Cuhl Ade Mahn

professorplague — Fri, 25 Feb 2005 01:21:39 GMT

I woke up this morning
I looked in the mirror
Through my mind just one thought ran
As I stared wide-eyed at myself it was clear
'Omigod, I'm the Kool Aid Man'

As I realized this I had to take a piss
To the bathroom my feet did tread
I dropped my pants
Assumed the stance
& damn, my piss was red

So I stopped to think
I need a drink
Poured myself a cup of me
As I took a sip, I began to trip
The drink looked like my pee

Now I can break through walls
I've got big red balls
Got a glass handle on my side
I've got many flavors for you to savor
So c'mon & take a ride
I'm the Kool Aid Man

Now I have a friend
The Great Bluedini
He's a BLUE oCTOPUS WITH AN 8-FOOT WEENIE!
He swims in the water, & changes colors too
From blue to green, then back to blue

Now he can break through walls
he's got big red balls
Got a glass handle on his side
he's got many flavors for you to savor
So c'mon & take a ride
He's the Kool Aid Man

Mahahahahahahan....(misc. vocal noodling)

Now a year's gone by
Still got beady black eyes
& a shock resistance that's poor
My only real gripe is that Tang's more liked
& I can't fit through no doors

Now I can break through walls
I've got big red balls
Got a glass handle on my side
I've got many flavors for you to savor
So c'mon & take a ride
I'm the Kool Aid Man

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Rocknrollfire

professorplague — Fri, 25 Feb 2005 01:04:44 GMT

Take me away, rocknroll fire
Rock in Hell, my rocknroll sire
Burn in Hell
Burn forever
And ever
And ever
Burn in Hell

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