Song Of the Month Section!!
March's song of the month is a good one. It's by a band that I was going to go see in...oh about 16 days from now, but they're so good that the tickets are ALREADY sold out. Geez. Jeff almost saw them when he went and saw Goldfinger, so I think that this band is actually trying to avoid anyone cool from seeing them. So the band is called Every Time I Die, and they have such a cool unique sound it just blows me away. The song is called Ebolarama off the album "Hot Damn!", and it has the best music video ever. Unfortunately, due to the crapiness of my computer, I can no longer put up an Mp3 to the song, so you'll have to find it on your own accord. I have the cd, so if you ask me nicely I'll let you have a listen.
Lyrics
Boys: shoot to thrill from the hip. This time we put the "act" in action.
We've tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant.
In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery.
The livestock is star struck.
They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons.
Goddamn animal. You'd better watch where you spit.
Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we'll dim he lights on the floor.
Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine.
Everybody looks quite dazzling, trussed up in their formal attire.
You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts.
We're locked and loaded.
Drip fed and bloated.
Our trigger fingers snagged in the mouse trap of the moment.
Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In
the dark, begging for more.
When the urgency strikes you, you'd better not lose your nerve.
It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the
world.
It's alright.
There's a pail by the bed if you need one (but you're
doing just fine).
When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do
shots at the bar.
Last call, kill it.
We don't think in terms of the morning
afters, and we don't utter a single word of the night befores.
In the meantime we're just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus.
Disillusioned and lonelier than the last man standing.
It doesn't get any better than this so run like Hell.
This is a rock and roll takeover.
Living each day one night at a time.
There were mercy fucks, there was blood.
You should have been there by my side.
This is passion, this is red handed denial. I have no lover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes.
Last call, kill it.