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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link › fivegunswest.blogspot.com
link › jameslafond.blogspot.com
Some good musicians there, I'll be looking (listening) into them ...
Great catch, man! Rockabilly/surf music, and some incredible breeding stock on bass! Russia's got somethin' goin' on!
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
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.