8 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Who ells would explain them selves as "Legendary Rock 'n' Roll wild man and substance abuser." you gotta love the mam!
Iggy Pop - Lust for Life
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7 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Rejoice is the name of the little "set them on fire" 90's teen that loved Tank Girl!
L7 & Dave Grohl - Used to love him / Shove
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6 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! How does one go about explaining the rock culture in South Africa, I think the only way would be with this video to start down that little rabbit hole.
Pestroy - Divided by Zero
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4 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! If you ever wondered what the fuck that "I know everything about music"twat wishes he meant when he tells you "WOW that band really has amassing stage presence"then just keep this in mind and stop listing to him as it plays in your head!
Queens of the Stone Age - Song For The Dead
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4 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! And SO the 80's child in me rejoices!
Queen - Under Pressure
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba deUm bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
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2 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! I'm super into this song today, it's giving me a worm fuzzy feeling, the kind you get when you meet up with an old friend and nothing has changed.
Massive Attack - Inertia Creeps
Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure then you can inhale
Clearly
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
She's moving up slowly
Slowly
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Moving up slowly
In my home no chrome as clear as
See me now with my nearest dearest
Been there when I'm over careering
Room shifting is endearing
Between us is our kitchen
Would you found my irritant's itching
Been here before
Been here forever
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
Moving up slowly
Inertia creeps
Moving up slowly
Inertia keeps
Moving up slowly
She comes
Moving up slowly
Moving up slowly
She comes moving up slowly
Inertia creeps moving up slowly
She comes
There be no sound in my eiderdown
Awake I lie in the morning's blue
Room is still my antenna in you
Nylon burns the bedspread with two
Gravity's zero see me stall
I bounce off walls lose my footing and fall
It can be sweet though incomplete though
And the frames will freeze
See me on all four's
It's been a long time
She comes
She comes
I want to x you
She comes
I want to x you
She comes
I caught your radio waves
I caught your radio waves
Will you take a string
Say you string me along
Say you string me along
Say inertia creeps
Inertia creeps and she comes
Say she comes
Say she comes
Say she comes
Say she comes
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1 May's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Let start off the month with some super commercialism....
Nirvana - You Know You're Right
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30 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Not really everybody's thing but what can I say, I love grunge and it would just not be the same with these mad men!
The Accüsed - Two Hours Til Sunrise
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29 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! The Clash, need I say more?
The Clash - White Riot
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28 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! I have a personal relationship with this, well that's what it feels like when I listen to it.
Led Zeppelin - Ramble on
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27 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! That's it, YES, pick up those maches and go set fire to that!
Butthole Surfers - Whatever
...peace.
I hate the word,
As I hate hell,
All Montagues
I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of heart
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven, help me, my head's spinnin' 'round
Stop this airplane 'cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove, the Hell one
- Ha ha ha ha...
Here's to the Montagues
John Wayne and Betty Davis
And Romeo, he waved before
A chorus girl in Vegas, hey ha ha
Juliet is up in Heaven
A pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico
To get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
There was a scream last night
It was gettin' kind of fun, yeah, rock out, whatever
Ha ha ha...
Ha ha ha...
Ha ha ha...
Ha ha ha...
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had to scream last night
Lord above
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three AM at 5 o'clock
And one of us leaves
And I got shot
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, this is my rhyme
Take it to the street, biyatch!
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26 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! One of my favorite Cape Town bands of all time, so let's see if you feel the same, well not that I care if you do because I'm still going to rock out........... just...........about.....................................NOW!
THE LED - Boy From Apricot Spells
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25 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! And the crowd goes, mmmm well it's Radiohead.
Radiohead - Talk Show Host
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24 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! I think it time to showcase my buddy Carl down in Durban!
The Anti Retro Vinyls - Can I Kiss You
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23 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Monday morning and I still think the only way to start them is with a bit of fire in your step. Let's have IT!
The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen
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22 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Really not keen on dealing with people today so this song should get across what I'm feeling like today, I know it's not the most uplifting song for a Sunday morning but so be it.
BEN HARPER: Excuse me Mr.
Excuse me Mr.
do you have the time
or are you so important
that it stands still for you
excuse me Mr.
lend me your ear
or are you not only blind
but do you not hear
excuse me Mr.
isn't that your oil in the sea
and the pollution in the air Mr.
whose could that be
excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much
excuse me Mr.
can't you see the children dying
you say that you can't help them
Mr. you're not even trying
excuse me Mr.
take a look around
Mr. just look up
and you will see it's comin' down
excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much
so Mr. when you're rattling
on heaven's gate
let me tell you Mr.
by then it is too late
cause Mr. when you get there
they don't ask how much you saved
all they'll want to know, Mr.
Is what you gave
excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
do you have the time
or are you so important
that it stands still for you
excuse me Mr.
lend me your ear
or are you not only blind
but do you not hear
excuse me Mr.
isn't that your oil in the sea
and the pollution in the air Mr.
whose could that be
excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much
excuse me Mr.
can't you see the children dying
you say that you can't help them
Mr. you're not even trying
excuse me Mr.
take a look around
Mr. just look up
and you will see it's comin' down
excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
and I've seen enough to know
that I've seen too much
so Mr. when you're rattling
on heaven's gate
let me tell you Mr.
by then it is too late
cause Mr. when you get there
they don't ask how much you saved
all they'll want to know, Mr.
Is what you gave
excuse me Mr.
but I'm a mister too
and you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
so I'm taking the Mr.
from out in front of your name
cause it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
it's a Mr. like you
that puts the rest of us to shame
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21 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Back to the days when I was walking around with a Walkman, a fucked pair of converse, flannel shirt and long hair. Well the only thing that changed is that I cut my hair and the Walkman broke, not much change over the last 20 odd years well and now I listen to the same music except it's not new tunes that I copied from my buddy onto the tape in my back pocket but mp3's that now falls under nostalgia.
Silverchair - Israel's Son
Hate is what I feel for you,
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
You're late for the execution...
If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead.
All the pain I feel
Couldn't start to heal
Although I would like it to
I hate you and your apathy.
You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here.
I'm playing this pantomime,
But I don't see you showing any signs of fear.
All the pain I feel
Couldn't start to heal
Although I would like it to
This time I'm for real
My pain can not heal
You will be dead when I'm through
[Chorus]
Pain and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
The air... yeah
I am, I am Israel's son
Israel's son I am
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
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20 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Friday, Friday, Friday, O how I love them!
Jimmy Agren Band
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19 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! MMMMMmmmm there's no why I can warn you about this one, but I'll just do what my uncle did when he played it for me the first time, "Just go with it, buddy" I did and I liked it (the song I mean you dirty, sick fuckers)
Napoleon XIV: 'They're coming to take me away
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18 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! I'll just let Bob Dylan do the talking here via his poem.
Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie by Bob Dylan
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm thinkin'
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache¥
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist
And turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon
At sundown
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17 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So check list to enjoy this song will be:
1. Shades
2. Tree
3. Big ol' Earphones
4. _ _ _ _ ucinogenics
5. And last but not least, some good luck from me to you, it's gonna be a interesting day!
Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit
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16 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Time to get a smile on your dial and pimp "da fuck out" for the day to mister,
Johnny "Guitar" Watson - Gangster Of Love
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15 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! I like my cheese from time to time, and yes just sign along, I know you want to...
Everclear - Santa Monica
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14 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! I think I blame this band for my view of life as a kid.
Actually fuck that I'm sick of people blaming music for the fuck-ups in life, TAKE responsibility for your actions in life and stop hanging on the hind tit that is "but it made me do it" you do what you chose to do and if shit is going wrong for you, maybe just maybe it's time to take a step back and reevaluate the situation and just try and consider that just because the doctor smacked your ass when you pop'd into this world, that doesn't meen the world and everything in it is out to get you!
So there is my 2 cents worth for the day and if you don't like it well then you can just blame me!
The Offspring - The Kids Aren't All right.
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13 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Whahahahaha! Keep your socks on it's Friday the 13th (Again) and as such I think it's time to loose your shit to the legend that is Mister Dave Grohl.
Foo Fighters - All My Life
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12 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So the time has come to put the female side of life on here and I can't think of a better lady to start with than Tori Amos, and yes I do think she is beautiful and yes I made it a double bill, a bit off sides of me to say considering the song but FUCK IT, I love it!
Tori Amos - Cornflake Girl | Tori Amos - Crucify
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11 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Don't cry but I love this song, and it's Wednesday so just go with it! the week is a short one and why not have a good song smack in the middle...
Bill Withers - Harlem
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10 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Just admit it you love this song and come on there are few thing more fun that randomly busting a move in front of your desk to this on the first day back after a long weekend.
Jamiroquai - just dance
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance feels just too heaven sent
I used to worry about the future
But now I throw my caution to the wi-i-i-ind
I had no reason to be carefree
No, no, no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey!
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down
Dance! Whooo!
Nothing left for me to do but dance
All these bad times I'm going through
Just dance!
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby...
Whoooooo ohhh
I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've gotta hang out on my hang-ups
'Cos on my boogie I feel so hell-bent hey, hey
It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got
I know I've never ever felt like this before
I don't know what to do
But then that is nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water, me I'll kill to make it through, hey!
Dance, yeah
Nothing left for me to do but dance!
All these bad times I'm going through
Just dance! hey
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby...
You know this boogie is for real, gal
So much canned heat in my heals, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
You know I’m gonna dance my blues away
You know this boogie is for real, gal
So much canned heat in my heals, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blu-u-u-es awa-a-a-y toni-i-i-ght
Dance! Whooo!
Nothing left for me to do but dance
All these bad times I'm going through
Just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby
Dance, yeah
Oh the nasty things that people say
Dance, yeah
But I’m gonna make it anyway
Dance, yeah
Canned heat in my heals tonight, baby
You know that this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heals
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
Whooo!
You know, you know this boogie, this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat, canned heat in my heals...
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9 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Need I say more about this! Can you think of a better song to end your long Easter weekend with, and besides it's still one of my all time favorite songs to BLAST while getting up to as mush stupid shit as a man can!
Slash feat. Lemmy & Dave Grohl - Ace of Spades
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8 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So to the legendary man Mr. Cash, Gotta admit that it would have been one of my life's greatest days if I could have met him! I think if god could rest on a Sunday so must at least one Sunday be dedicated to Johnny Cash
R.I.P
Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around
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7 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Now for one of my Saturday morning favorites, I suggest dusting off the old pair of festival converse and go act like you own the world while blasting this song load enough to melt the person next to you! NOW GO MINION and be unfruitful!
Siouxsie & The Banshees - Peek-A-Boo
Creeping up the backstairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bath chairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She has many guises
She'll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Reeking like a pig sty
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Reeking like a pig sty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
She's jeering at the shadows
She's jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
(Golly jeepers, where'd you get those peepers?)
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
(Peepshow, creepshow, where did you get those eyes?)
Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips crack out for more
Come bite on this rag doll, baby
Well, that's right, now hit the floor'
They're sneaking out the back door
They're sneaking out the back door
She gets up from all fours
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
Curdle into bitter tears
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
(Golly jeepers, where'd you get those peepers?)
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
(Peepshow, creepshow, where did you get those eyes?)
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Golly jeepers, where'd you get those peepers?) Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Peepshow, creepshow, where did you get those eyes?)
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Golly jeepers, where'd you get those peepers?) Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Peepshow, creepshow, were did you get those eyes?)
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Golly jeepers, where'd you get those peepers?) Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Peepshow, creepshow, where did you get those eyes?)
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Golly jeepers, where'd you get those peepers?) Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo (Peepshow, creepshow, were did you get those eyes?)
Where did you get those eyes?
Where did you get those eyes?
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6 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Really what would a Friday be with out Black Sabbath, actually what would music be with out Black Sabbath! n'Joy
Black Sabbath - Iron Man
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5 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Easter
weekend, where Jesus slayed a bunny with a cross and eggs dropped from
heaven.... O wait? Fucked it's just another Sunday, so some U2 I think will be in order. Enjoy!
So this
one is a bit special to me as it was my first introduction to good music
when I was a kid because as a kid I had no real taste in music yet as I
was living in a very small town and my parents where going through
there religious phase (at least that passed) but my uncle forgot his
tape at our house and there it was taboo non christian music in my
house! I sneakily pop'd in the earphones and tape as I was banned from
listening to my heathen uncles music, and the world opened up to me! I
still listen to the same album often and YES I still fucking love it!
So here is the lyrics:
U2 - Bloody Sunday
Yes...
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday...
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4 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So ye at work (as always these days) and just wanted to get the hell out so I decided to dedicate this one to everybody that knows the feeling...
Violent Femmes - Blister In The Sun
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And yes I'm having that good a day!
Tool - lateralus
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from
the
mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from
the
mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the
line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out. Keep going, going...
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2 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! Look up these boys it's worth your time!
The Springbok Nude Girls - little
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1 April's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So ye, what can I say about this one, I've just allways simple loved Pearl Jam! And go's out to my friend Chanel Brand on her birthday.
Happy pop'n out day mam!
Pearl Jam - Daughter
Alone, listless, breakfast table in an otherwise empty room
Young girl, violence, center of her own attention
The mother reads aloud child tries to understand it
Tries to make her proud
The shades go down it's in her head
Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong
Don't call me daughter not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me,
She holds the hand that holds her down
She will, rise above
Don't call me daughter, not fit to
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughter, not fit to be
The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me daughters
The shades go down
The shades go, go, go
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31 March's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So I decided to dedicate this one to all that had to share my hangover this Saturday morning!
It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) - R.E.M.
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
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31 March's Dysfunctional Tune of the day! So this guy's from me'a bud Renier Keyter, look the brother up!!!!
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Thanx Charli :-)
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