Butthole Surfers
The Butthole Surfers are an American band founded by Gibby Haynes and Paul Leary in Corpus Christi, Texas in 1981. Incorporating elements of hardcore punk, psychedelia, heavy metal, avant-garde and performance art, their live shows also made heavy use of strobe lights, background films (of note, footage of penis reconstruction surgery) and naked dancers. The band has a well-reported appetite for recreational drugs, particularly psychedelics, an evident influence on their sound.
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Butthole Surfers
The Butthole Surfers are an American band founded by Gibby Haynes and Paul Leary in Corpus Christi, Texas in 1981. Incorporating elements of hardcore punk, psychedelia, heavy metal, avant-garde and performance art, their live shows also made heavy use of strobe lights, background films (of note, footage of penis reconstruction surgery) and naked dancers. The band has a well-reported appetite for recreational drugs, particularly psychedelics, an evident influence on their sound.
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Blink it Into Place
This is the first track off of my latest album, "Replenishing the Wheelbarrow" The mix sounds better and the lyrics are more impactful if you listen while winning at air hockey. Thank you for listening. Any feedback is welcome. All of my music is free to download on Bandcamp and SoundCloud. Lyrics: Call it what it is Forced gossip and blind assumption Spurting from the lips of someone I have never met And if I recall correctly No trash cans were thrown In fact, I believe I was home Listening to Colin Hay What's that You think it's not my place Not my place to say Well, that was yesterday Today is not the same He was lost in hell This verse concerns the first person that comes to mind Whenever I think "pitiful man-child" The concrete was all white The grass was locked and brittle And the cages were fast asleep on that joyous snowy night And if you think it's not my place Not my point to debate The boot-heel on my face My podium's not blank So, you think it's not my place Not my place to say Tough shit, you hypocrite Today is not the same It's not the samemore
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