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To Russia With Love or Goodbye Messer Chups
A Five Guns West Blogspot Post by Ruben Chandler
© 2017 Ruben Chandler
JUL/26/17
We saw quite a lot of action here with our post on the great Russian band, Leningrad, and I had no idea that Messer Chups had a tie in with said Leningrad. I guess I thought Messer Chups was from a different country entirely. I better shoot this post through before I get charged with colluding with our friends and allies in Russia.
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LaMano     Jul 26, 2017

Some good musicians there, I'll be looking (listening) into them ...
Shep     Jul 27, 2017

Great catch, man! Rockabilly/surf music, and some incredible breeding stock on bass! Russia's got somethin' goin' on!
Sam J.     Jul 27, 2017

That was kill. Another good surfish band is the Bambi Molesters

youtube.com/watch?v=JslolMaOBIQ

Their album "Dumb Loud Hollow Twang" is online.

And some Sr Bikini to appease the Mexican surfing crowd.

youtube.com/watch?v=7oD8Z53leAg
Sam J.     Jul 27, 2017

One more. This would be a good theme song.

The Builders and the Butchers - Bringin' Home the Rain

youtube.com/watch?v=gzDqCcTeSmY

Blood-shot, your eyes drop,

And the skin's all wearin' thin.

There's no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water,

Or the trouble that you're in.

You're dancin' with your demons, baby,

You forgot your former life.

And it was hard swimmin' once

And now you're daily divin' in.

And I'm bringin' home the rain

There's no supper on the table.

And my feet are in the flames,

I'm dryin' out again.

All your kin have all gone on to

Fields all bathed in sun.

And the only thing left in your possession

Is an empty bottle and a gun.

And the weekends come and go like tides

And they soak you to the neck.

And pretty soon the weekdays

Are the same.

And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

There's no supper on the table. (No supper on the table)

And my feet are in the flames,

I'm dryin' out again.

And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

My baby's cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)

And my feet are in the flames,

I'm dryin' out again.

Evil are the demons that haunt you,

Forgetting what it was that they taught you.

And now there's no one left to stop you,

Or to catch you when you drop.

You're evil as the demons that haunt you,

Forgetting what it was that they taught you.

And now there's no one left to stop you,

Or to catch you when you drop.

You're evil as the demons that haunt you,

Forgetting what it was that they taught you.

And now there's no one left to stop you,

Or to catch you when you, when you, when you're...

Blood-shot, your eyes drop,

And the skin's all wearin' thin.

There's no one here to tell you 'bout the depth of the water,

Or the trouble that you're in.

You're dancin' with your demons, baby,

You forgot your former life.

And it was hard swimmin' once

And now you're daily divin' in.

And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

There's no supper on the table. (No supper on the table)

And my feet are in the flames,

I'm dryin' out again.

And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

My baby's cryin' in the cradle (Baby's cryin' in the cradle)

And my feet are in the flames,

I'm dryin' out again.

And I'm bringin' home the rain (I'm bringin' home the rain)

There's no supper on the table. (No supper on the table)

And my feet are in the flames,

Oh, the ceiling's... closin' in.
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