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Soldiers bury landmines. We bury children.
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The bounty hunter chases Michael all across the desert; as she guns him down, she is bitten by a rattlesnake. Why, you ask? Because people who shoot other people deserve to be bitten by rattlesnakes.
A song about a misfit and his self-loathing - how the alienation from his peers leads to lashing out at himself, and others. A reflection of the culture that I grew up in. Smelly has a problem keeping clean, because the others are always spitting on him.
Perfect music for watching your favourite Saturday morning cartoons.
It's 1998, and I'm back home visiting my aunt and uncle. One night, while I am out, I manage to bump into a girl who was at one time my girlfriend. I didn't want to pry, but, I could tell from the look on her face, that she had gone through a horrible experience of some kind. I didn't know what to think: maybe she had lost a loved one perhaps. we talked for awhile, catching up, and then she told me:
She explained that she had the misfortune of living with a man, who physically abused her for three or four years. She told me this bastard beat her constantly, and, eventually put her in the hospital with two broken wrists. Finally, at the end, she did press charges, and, was able to get a conviction against this scumbag. He served a year. I was horrified to hear that some piece of garbage would do this to one of my friends. One thing you have to realize, is that, though this wasn't the first girl to ever kiss me, she was the first one that I loved back. And, that is why I wrote this song called VALHALLA: because I really want to find this puke, and kill him, and, send him to VALHALLA! I already know that if I do take my revenge, and, hurt this creep like he deserves, I may not be forgiven for that. I don't like to use the word GOD, but, I do believe in a higher power.
Every piece of shit who beats his wife and kids needs to realize that this is your family you're doing this to. If you would do something like that to your own family, I definitely ain't gonna waste any time waiting to see if you would stick a knife in my back. That's the reason in the end, why these idiots don't endear themselves to me, in any way, shape, or form. I can tell you why these fools do this sort of thing. Some people have the ability to look at you, and they know that you happen to be a better human being than they are. They take out their self loathing on you, because they hate the fact that they know they're beneath you, and everyone else. You can spot this kind of thing a mile away and, in the end, everyone of these cowards all crawled out from under the same rock. And that is why I have no respect for any of these chickenshits.
"Does He Really Expect Me To Believe In Bigfoot?"
It's sometime between 2000 and 2003. I've hooked up with Shane again, and he's invited me to come play some gigs with him up North. Surprisingly, my singing and my bass playing are both still happening (as I let my music go for a couple of years). Shane is kind enough to allow me the chance to perform a couple of my songs at these gigs: I teach the band "Very Sexy Thing", "Hitch Hikers" and "Bigfoot."
The whole band loves these tunes: which is quite flattering, because I had my mind made up that nobody wanted to hear them again. In fact, the fourth or fifth time I go up, they tell me they're all disappointed, when I tell them that I don't want to do any of these songs for the upcoming show. I've played them a bunch already: I want to sing something different, so that I don't bore the audience. But a strange thing happens at the gig: a woman I don't even know comes up to the stage during our first set and says, "Bigfoot!" I didn't think anyone would even remember it, but she apparently does; so, what can I say: I play the song for everybody.
I once asked one of the band members what he thought "Bigfoot" was about, and he said, "It's about what happens to me when I die." The fact is, that is part of it; but, there is a little bit more. I have some issues with the fact that all these different religions are always going around and killing one another. I may have a different religion than you: for instance, I may believe in Bigfoot, and you may not; but that doesn't give you the right to come to my country, bomb my house, and, kill my family. Every family in the world should teach their children that we all have an obligation to boycott war. I don't believe in the war, because the war is a scam; the government is pulling a scam; the oil companies are pulling a scam; the corporate agenda is a scam; our religious leaders are pulling a scam. We all need to boycott the scam. This world is big enough for everybody to share; and, in fact, it belongs to all of us. We are all entitled to a piece of the rock. It doesn't matter, in the end, whether or not I actually believe in Bigfoot, because I don't believe in the scam. And, that's what I think of when I sing "Bigfoot."
Lisa Menard - alto saxophone
Osea Darren Colati - guitar
D. Ian Smith - fret-less bass
Devon Fornelli - drums
R.I.P. Hawkins & Gormley
We're making this up as it's being recorded. All the mistakes are on purpose. You got a problem with that?
Devon, the drummer, had a skiing accident and was in a coma for the month of April. Hence, he can't remember April. Not to be confused with the jazz standard, "I'll Remember April."
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I fell in love with the perfect girl. She didn't love me back.
written by Jon Treichel
Jon Treichel - guitars
Devon Fornelli - drums, congas
D. Ian Smith - lead vocals, fretless bass
written by Shane Philip, additional chords by D. Ian Smith
Shane Philip - djembe
Marty Ylitalo - drums and didjeridoo
Jana Sasaki - percussion
D. Ian Smith - lead and background vocals, fretless bass