About Me
OUR DEBUT ALBUM "END / OF / THE LOWEST FI" IS SET FOR RELEASE LATER ON THIS SUMMER.THE ALBUM SUMMS UP THE MEMORABLE HITS WHICH ACCOMPANIED THE SENSATIONAL MEGA-HIT SERIES (ALSO BY THAT TITLE) WHICH AIRED ON KILLYOURSELVES NETWORK IN OCTOBER 1983 AND CONTINUED FOR 5 YEARS STRAIGHT UNTILL IT WAS CANCELED DUE TO THE TRAGIC TIME-TRAVELING ACCIDENT OF IT'S ENTIRE CAST AND CREW WHICH ELIMINATED ANY RECOLLECTION OF IT WHATSOEVER AND ERASED IT FROM EXISTENCE.
"IN THE YEAR 1991 DR. S.MOSES GABRIEL INVENTED THE WORLD'S FIERCEST ONE MAN BAND PERFORMING MACHINE CODE-NAMED END/OF/LOW/FI. BUT ONCE RIDICULED BY HIS FELLOW COLLEAGUES GABRIEL SANK INTO DEPRESSION AND TOOK HIS STUDIES DEEP UNDERGROUND IN THE CAVES OF THE JUDIA DESERT. DETERMINED TO END HIS SUFFERING HE TESTED THE SUICIDAL MACHINE ON HIMSELF WHEN AN ACCIDENT OCCURRED. THE GASS FUELING THE OVEN SUDDENLY SHUT OFF WITH S.MOSE'S HEAD STILL INSIDE LEAVING HIM PARALYZED IN A SEMI VEGETATED STATE. NOW WITH THE ONLY HELP OF HIS MACHINE, ON TWO WHEELS AND A HOLOGRAM NAMED GAHD TO GUIDE HIM THROUGH, GABRIEL MAKES MORE ATTEMPTS. LEAP AFTER LEAP HE PLUNGES DEEPER INTO THE FI'S END STRIVING TO PUT RIGHT WHAT WAS ONCE WRONG AND HOPING THAT THE NEXT LEAP.... WILL BE THE LEAP HOME.""welp, it's a rather looong scroll down, so I decided to add some lyrics to the page you can read to make your scroll down more pleasurable.
don't forget to kill yoursleves!" Gabriel.
Endof the metric system (you like coldplay so I poisoned you tea)
babe you're so distant I couldn't measure it with a 9 hundred ninty-nine
miles and 9 inch long poll.
yeah you're so discreet I can't penetrate your lips no more.
honey you're so distant you got me driving round this island till I couldn't
understant a single silable.
and I'm so lonesome I couldn't recognize myself in my own pass-port.
and now we're stuck out here near Brighton, in a desolate uk.
uk babe? please tell me I need to know.
cuz I can't buy you with a pound hell it's eight times more than I hold
Things don't seem brighter when you're stuck driving the left side of the
road.
baby it's so twisted, it's like waisted all traced on and traced on paper-
napkins, trying to sort a map
of roots to places you've paced through and I'll chase you the day you
won't be coming back.
so now you got me drifted till I shifted from one mood to another bloody-
mary on the dark end of the pub, and it's so shameful the sun has hardly
set, I just got here and they're closing up.
so now I drifted south of London, all it ever does is rain,
got no ticket and no place to call home.
I just can't rest my head, I'm stuck outside a brit-rock festival
the music sucks yet I'm still out-here scoring free-beez for a smoke.I'd send a message underground but it'd get stuck inside the gap
I tried to buy you a bag of weed but all I scored was shredded grass
If you were here with me in soul and not only flesh
I'd let my spirit rest,
let my spirit rest,
hey, take me home to my momma come-on!
I hope the London bridge comes crashing on the royal house of lords,
and that you gentlemen all die of your own constipation.
I'm at 200 kilomeeters on the right side of collision course
the big-bus honks in tune, as I whistle you this love song.
papadapadapapaENDOF ALL MY EXCUSESIt should've been me boarding that motor-way on that sunday, when you
took it out for a spin and you never made that break.
I told your momma "I'm sorry, but it seemed to work just fine when you
left me there.
it should've been me up on that jet-plane as it merged one with the mountain
side on rocky over Georgia 101.
So tell the fans that I am sorry for a legacy of music gone I guess they're
stuck with my excused for, guilty conscience.
I'll keep cutting. I'll keep slicing till I the big ol' red comes gushing out the
over flooded bathtub.
I'll keep on digging till I reach the rotted root, I'll kick it with my boot and
with the time I spare, well I guess I'll just see you there.
It should've been me going through your head and not that bullet in your
lovers bed, as he put one in you and then shot himself as-well,
I told your children I knew better, I even wrote it in a letter:
"I never liked that son of a bitch anyway"
It should've been me on board of that bus that day,
hell I said I'll buy lunch anyway, but you insisted using coupons signed only buy your name.
the morning papers said they're sorry, when you blew up and out of proportion, hell,
I guess there's just no reasoning with the speed of this political soul train.
I'll keep cutting. I'll keep on slicing till I the big ol' red comes gushing out
the over flooded bathtub.
I'll keep on digging till I reach the rotted root, I'll kick it with my boot and
with the time I spare, well I guess I'll just see you there.
Well you know it just ain't fair, this one, this one goes out to Buck!
Yeah Buck. He was always the stronger one, if only I had come not but five
seconds too late,
Tirone, he was on the foot-ball team and just about to graduate
and Grandma Miriam, well she had a bad bad feeling about that east
bound train.
cuz it should've been me up on that building, should've been my head on
the line or on a plate on the high road to detonate,
so I light I candle on memorial day for all my loved ones as I fire the gone
solute for the ones who got it right.
I should've been me all back in Bosnia, Sarajevo, Columbine, Oklahoma,
baby, Pollen in 30 9.
Berkenhau, Dachau, Terezinshtat, Kishine, Ashwitz, I wanna get me a fix of
that Bjijinka, Treblinka VE SH'AR HA MAHANOT!
Nagasaki, Hiroshima! Honey won't you put in the Gazza strip war terf, I
wanna surf up on the Tsunami tonight, cuz I'm a'feeling alright,
we're gonna haveta keep ..ting till we find a little loving
It's a minor piece of heaven, to be treasured and remembered as the one
who never boarded on the 9/11th!
ENDOF EVERYTHING IN THE UNIVERSETold the post-man not to try
told the milk man not to cry
me I ain't got no plans, so much for peter pan,
his shadow's covering all corners of my oven
but so much for sleep that kills, cuz I should have payed the bill.
So so much for dying Sir.
Sweet melancholy blues.
Don't got no witness to this crime
stole from me the tree that I could climb
I guess I had it all, but now the nest must fall
and there's a flock of vultures circling the ground
I was a chirping bird, now I'm a tired bird,
and I ain't got shit.
Sweet Coo-coo ribs and blues.
Don't got no tune that I can jing
Worn all the doorbells I could ring,
it's just a basic fact, my life has gone off track
I'm wetter than a pack of cigarettes on a rainy wedding day
and I ain't ready babe, so I guess I'll stay in today
while you walk the ail alone.
Sweet Melons, coke and booze.
Give me some fuel to hold this flame,
just give me six strings I can ring
and I'll ridilididliwoou, till I throw it in the fire too
and we'll watch the flame of god rise up above and burn the heaven's gate
And we could all pass through
so much for staying true
so much for loving yoooowoooooooo-ooooooouuu
Sweet fresh and cussing youth.
Sweet candy chips the tooth.COME THE DAY
sir I come from the town of the old MRHC
bong and bread in Isra-Hell where they'd lock a man up just for being free.
now there's talk of the scene and what it used to be
but tell me,
can you solve that old riddle about the meaning of life
that's etched under my skin, tattooed on my scalp
I ain't much of gambler, but I bet on my life
I'll be MRHC till I die.
Gabriel, the son of Moses was the name given onto me by my daddy
BY HIS DADDY
who sailed across from the great Argentina over seas,
and all your eyes couldn't sum-up all the things I've seen
I've seen the back of a horse and the backs of some whores
unter TA city lights as I gathered my force
to pound hard on it's walls
come the day they all know
it took MRHC to set the score
straight!
SO KISS AWAY ALL YOUR SORROW AND ALL YOUR GRIEF
CUZ THEY MAY BURN THE CROPS BUT SET FIRE TO YOUR SEED.
WHEN SHE AWOKE THE STREET OF FIREBURG WAS DOWN AT HER FEET
SHE KNEW THE PAST MIGHT DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS,
SHE'D STILL BE MRHC
Wher there's kid's on the grass drinking, there will always be a dream
FORGET NOT WHERE YOU COME FROM,
THIS SONG
you will take onto you grave! - go DPA
X GFG - x-girl-friend-gundown
I still see your face in all the shows
lined up with that no good crop of co-co-du-cocks
BUCUCOCK-CUCUCOCK!
and I don't know, but I guess you got your mind made-up
on who's next in line who's cock you aught'a suck
IT AIN'T MUCH FUN AT ALL TO HAVE YOU GO
hanging round at all the spots I dropped you on.
IT AIN'T MUCH FUN THESE DAYS FOR COWBOY MUSICIANS
when all this crowd is ever made of
is warn out chicks and no Dixies - AND HOES!
well I wish I could deport'cha to outer space
and wipe that alienated smile right off of your face
and I don't know if there's life outside this globe
but I sure as hell hope the black holes suck it right out of you!
IT AIN'T MUCH FUN AT ALL TO HAVE YOU GO
hand in hand with all the friends I introduced you to.
IT AIN'T MUCH FUN THESE DAYS BEING ALL SOBER AND TIPSEY
so get the fuck up off that seat and pass me that wiskey!!!
solo
because I feel like I'm a prisoner at jail break, jail bate pulled me back inside
if there's a single thing I'd chance well then I'd wish that you were never in my life
I heard somebody mention DAVID ALLAN COE
I guess they ALREADY KNOW
when you do things you what you do will keep on haunting you!
IT AIN'T MUCH FUN, AIN'T MUCH, AIN'T MUCH FUN AT ALL - ain't now fun at all! x 3
when you do things you what you do will keep on haunting you!
when you do things you what you do will keep on rolling through!
I'ma do things I do that I do until I'm ALL OVER YOU
when you do things you do that you do they'll keep on haunting YOOOUUUUU...
yuuuooohoooo... yeahhhh.PUSH IT, DO IT, RIGHT!
push and shove X 6
gonna push and shove my subaculture up your ass
do it right X 4
gonna do it right - LEFT
gonna do it right - LEFT
gonna do it right, left to die inside a croud
that really don't know where it started from
that hippie's got a tattooed tongue
there's redneck's singing punkrock songs
off an album titled "Yo Yo where ma bitches?"
gonna take a chance X 4
gonne take a chance - HONEY
gonna take a chance - SHIRLEY
gonna take a chance and go home with him tonight
or you could do it right X 4
you could it right - NOW
you could it right - DOWN
you could it right now in the back seat of his Cadellac
until she don't know where she go it wrong
the seats are patched with swastikas
he won't smoke weed
and pumps the volume on his classic ABBA GOLD colletction
go dancing queen!!!
surely we could try to get it done
I'll stick my dick out of my pants you stick your tongue
and then I'll do you soft - LEY
then I'll do you hard - LEY
like my mommy and my daddy on that fateful night
when they did me right X 3
when they did me right on the couch
and they put the right - WRONG
when they put the wrong - RIGHT
put the wrong right in it's place where it belongs!
because I don't know where I got it wrong
my Momma's got a tattooed tongue
my Pop's an Afro Jamaican,
and me I got this country-boy obsession
BECAUSE HE DON'T KNOW WHERE HE GOT IT WRONG
HIS POP'S A CRACK-WHORE FROM IRON
HIS MOMMA DIED IN VIET-NAM
AND HIM HE'S GOT THIS COUNTRY-BOY OBSESSION
yeah me I got this country boy obsession
YEAH WE WE GOT THIS COUNTRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh boy! oh boy! oh boy!IT HURTS MUCH LESS BUT THE PAIN'S STILL STONG /
original music and lyrics by Judas Poe liqueur -Through day time it's as if it's gone
But when the night comes creeping on
Between you and me I tell you Hon
It hurts less but the pain ain't gone'bout the shit that was in me, in me and healed
I don't give a damn much these days
You learn to live with it, 'sjust the way it is
It hurts less but the pain ain't gone
You learn to live with it, 'sjust the way it is
It hurts less but the pain's still strong(Uplift)I got J.D and Jin for sweetening
Every now and then I find myself running
But it ain't died, it's just slumbering my
And hurt less but the pain ain't gone
No it ain't died, it's near by
Hurts less but the pain's still strongMuch much less babe, but it still gets me
It comes and it goes don't you know
It hurts me when I, try reaching through
It hurts when you let go!
Much much less babe, but it still gets me
It comes and it goes don't you know
It hurts me when I, It hurst me when you
It hurts when you come close!(tune-down)Through day time it's as if it's gone
But when the night comes creeping on
Between you and me I tell you Hon
It hurts less but the pain ain't goneBut you won't hear a whimper out my mouth
And when I'm sad I write these songs
The pain's still strong, but hurts much less now
It hurts much less but the pain ain't gone
Said no it ain't gone, though it hurts muchmuch less now
It hurts muchmuch less now but the pain still strongMuch much less babe, but it still gets me
It comes and it goes don't you know
It hurts me when I, try reaching through
It hurts when you let go!
Much much less babe, but it still gets me
It comes and it goes don't you know
It hurts me when I, It hurst me when you
It hurts when you come close!
