NOT SAFE FOR WORK…BUT WHO READS KLYAM AT WORK ANYWAY?
Speaking of Hunx and His Punx…I was bored and made a Wikipedia page for the band. The band is noteworthy as fuck so I don’t want the asshole who deleted my Box Elders article to go ape shit on this one too. Dickhead.
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SHE HIT THE ROAD JACK THATS A FACT
The Black Lips rocked the Middle East Downstairs.
The best show ever…I think.
In 18 days, they will be back again…this time with Box Elders. Hopefully, that entire show will be just as good (and better) than the last time.
When MTV was slightly better, but still sucked. Check out parts 2 and 3. I hope Rage does a full fledged tour and hits up Boston.
Chris
I don’t really pay attention to lyrics…not going to lie. Even if I get to know them, I usually don’t look into them. It does depend on the song, though. Fast and heavy garage rockers or punk jams are just too intense to keep up with while slower post-punkies like shit from The Walkmen are more digestible lyrically. So yeah chances I don’t care or know what most songs I listen to are about. Whatever!
This isn’t really relevant to the Boston area or any area in the United States for that matter, but I thought the depiction of the cheerleader was kind of funny.
On a side note, I had a fucked up dream last night that I was singing Nobunny songs with King Khan at a huge convention center in New Hampshire. Chris was getting squashed in the front row.
March 17, 1997
There was a leprechaun named Patrick he was a cheerful man. Every day in Ireland he saw a rainbow with pot of gold. People said where is the pot of gold. Patrick always thought there was a pot of gold. People said there is no pot of gold but there is a rainbow. One day he ment a little girl Melanie she was crying. Patrick said what’s wrong. Melanie said I ran away from my home and I miss my parnets thats why I am crying. And I have no food. Patrick gave Melanie some bread that was in his pocket. Than Melanie said there are my parnets and she stoped crying. Her parnets said thank you very much. Patrick said no plombe I love kids. Melanie’s mom said is that a pot of gold I see. They said wow! Patrick said I was right there is a pot of gold. Patrick walked back to his house and everybody said you were right there is a pot of gold. Patrick got the gold and share it with everbody in his town. Everybody loved Patrick. People called him St. Patrick because he said there was gold. From that day on because of Patrick we have a St. Patrick’s day.
The end.
I actually stumbled upon this one myself.
Kids Like You & Me (KLYAM) 