The Bouncing Souls are a punk rock band from New Brunswick, New Jersey, formed in 1987. By the time of their acknowledgment by the national punk rock scene, they had reignited a "pogo" element to New Jersey punk rock by playing fast light-hearted songs, a model followed by various other local bands.
The Bouncing Souls is the 3rd full-length album and first release on Epitaph Records for the New Jersey punk band, The Bouncing Souls. It contains such fan favorites as "Kate Is Great" and "East Coast Fuck You!".
Ride! Ride! Ride!....
comin' out through the park
past the dog run smell of shit
burning in the sun
watch the cab dent his door
happy hour here let's pick up jorge
lock 'em up three cold beers in a cup
Inside Coney something ain't right
too many people on a friday night
i can't see straight in the flashing lights
i got a feeling there's gonna be a fight
wrap it up, pack it up saddle up
full tank of liqour in our guts
Drinkem down we gotta a ride
going through the lower east side
day or night mags on the run
looking for trouble
looking for fun
BMX we got suss
when we ride don't mess with us
The Bouncing Souls are a punk rock band from New Brunswick, New Jersey, formed in 1987. By the time of their acknowledgment by the national punk rock scene, they had reignited a "pogo" element to New Jersey punk rock by playing fast light-hearted songs, a model followed by various other local bands.
Maniacal Laughter is The Bouncing Souls second full-length album, which includes "The Ballad Of Johnny X," and "Here We Go," the latter of which was featured prominently in the hardcore porn film POV Punx.
If i had money i'd buy a new BMX it's a long walk through the city in the rain it's along walk from train to train. We'll build a ramp and do some tricks and try to impress some chicks then we'll put on some really dark shades and run over all the dorks with rollerblades... crossups, tabletops, endos, curb endos, timmy judge! get rad! if i had money i'd buy a new BMX.
The Bouncing Souls playing "The BMX Song" @ Melkweg in Amsterdam August 26th 2009.
The acronym N.E.R.D. stands for "No One Ever Really Dies," but childhood friends Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, and Shay most certainly used the group to proudly emphasize the nerdier aspects of their musical personalities. Before this side project took shape, Hugo and Williams -- as the Neptunes -- had established themselves as giants in the field of pop production, whether they were working with hardcore rappers, smooth crooners, or teen pop groups. Although their faces were known to many due to this prominence, N.E.R.D. allowed the duo to take center stage, as rock stars, even if a new alias was being used.
The trio recorded its first album, In Search Of..., and released it in Europe in late 2001.
“Provider” was the third and final single from the album. It managed to gain minor popularity in Europe, making the charts in the Netherlands and Sweden. In the UK, it was released as a double a-side with a re-release of "Lapdance," peaking at #20.
The video opens with two girls and a guy in a truck, the guy asking the two if they remember a guy named Shagg. Pharrell and Chad ride around with a bike gang interspersed with scenes of a young man (Brad Renfro) struggling to make ends meet and his pregnant girlfriend (Kelli Garner). She suggests he apply to the military, which he angrily rejects but reluctantly does. The video ends with Pharrell wearing cammo and holding a little girl displaying the peace sign with other children around him doing the same. Tony Hawk and Travis Barker make a cameo in a convenience store scene, while Pusha T of the Clipse appears as a drug dealer.
Woke up I had the same clothes on I had on last night
Damn
I must have passed out
And cash is just like the clothes I worn yesterday
We are broke
Damn
I gotta get my ass out
I went to see what my friend was talking about
Drugs
He told me cocaine would get you clout
My momma said he's trouble and schools my route
But I went to high school and got kicked out
So I'm driving this truck down the 95
I pray to God I make it home alive
I don't get pulled over by the man
I just want to make it home to hold your hand
Chorus
Goodbye beloved one
Do you know what I am
If you don't see my face no more
I'm a provider girl, gotta face the streets tonight
Goodbye beloved one
Do you know what I am
You don't see my face no more
I'm a rider, girl gotta face the streets tonight
You say you don't want me to go but I have to
Please don't weep
I love you
I refuse to be a bum
Especially coming where I'm from
I'm a provider girl
And I love you
So it's just like I said before
Heading down 95
Dodging Johnny law
I don't need a ticket though I never got one
If he pulls me over
He can feel my shotgun
I think about life pull down my hat
It's just like this road I don't know where I'm at
I don't want to be another cocaine story
Will I find my sanity
Where I find my glory
Come on
Repeat Chorus
Someday, Someday, this will be over
We'll raise a family
I'll get a job and I'll be a voter
And if I die
It will change you
Change you
I watch over a family
But only as an angel
So don't tell me you don't know what you see
When you're looking at a motherfucker just like me
I'm a provider girl
I said don't tell me you don't know what you see
When you're looking at a motherfucker just like me
I'm a rider girl
Repeat Chorus
I love you girl
I'm doing this for us
I don't know any better
What am I supposed to do
Nothing I love you
The Faction was a punk rock band from San Jose, California who were closely linked to the underground skateboarding culture. The band played primarily during the years 1982 to 1985 (…)
Though the lyrics of only two songs in their entire discography dealt explicitly with skating, the Faction was still the pioneering force in this punk rock offshoot. After all, they composed the quintessential skate-rock song, "Skate and Destroy."
Forget the light, skate and destroy Pass the jogger, skate and destroy Snap it back, skate and destroy Kick that bike, skate and destroy It's not a cause or political belief, it's something in my thinking If you agree it's cool by me, at least I'm not a robot I'm not afraid of things I read, I won't divide my friends up Dictatorship of people's minds is not what I will strive for The cops are coming after me, their sons are BMXers They always try to stop me but urethane is faster than boots You may be in a parking lot throwing up your contents So what who cares I know I don't Be a hood, don't be good.
I was just a little girl Skinny legs, a press and curl My mother always thought I'd be a star But way before my record deal, The streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill Made sure that I'd never go too far Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun "Kill the guy" in Carter park Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark Watching kids show off the stolen ones Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking back, Looking back, looking back, looking back You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking back Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
A bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu Main street roots tonic with the dreds A beef patty and some coco bread Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my shoe 'Member Frelng-Huysen used to have the bomb leather Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick were together Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking back Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking back Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
Drill teams on Munn street Remember when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef Moving Records was on Central Ave. I was there at dancing school South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool Unaware of what we didn't have Writing your friends' names on your jeans with a marker
July 4th races off of Parker Fireworks at Martin stadium The Untouchable P.S.P., where all them crazy niggers be And car thieves got away through Irvington Hillside brings beef with the cops Self-Destruction record drops And everybody's name was Muslim Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state And everybody used to do the wop Jack, Jack, Jack ya body Nah, the Biz Mark used to amp up the party I wish those days, they didn't stop Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking back Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got Looking back Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back (To end)
Solar-powered space pop combo Grandaddy was formed in Modesto, CA, in 1992 by singer/guitarist/keyboardist Jason Lytle, bassist Kevin Garcia, and drummer Aaron Burtch; although a noisy, lo-fi approach characterized early recordings like 1994's Complex Party Come Along Theories, with the 1995 additions of guitarist Jim Fairchild and keyboardist Tim Dryden the group's sound expanded exponentially over the course of subsequent efforts including the unreleased Don't Sock the Tryer and the 1996 EP A Pretty Mess by This One Band. Originally issued on indie label Will Records, 1997's acclaimed…AA-side single taken from the 2003 album 'Sumday'. A 'new version' of the title track is backed with 'Stray Dog & The Chocolate Shake' & two non-LP tracks, 'The Town Where I Live Now' & 'Fare Thee Not Well Mutineer'. read more…
…if you were to buy this, you'd probably be in it for the b-side. 'The Town Where I'm Livin' Now' is a nice 4-minutes-plus effort, starting with an acoustic guitar and drums, and including a descending and ascending piano line (they like to use those) at the vocal-free chorus.
in the town where i'm living now wedding rings reek and the records are held by the sad the cameras can't find any smiles and the water's the worst tasting i ever had the grown-ups ride BMX bikes every now and then stopping to cry on a lawn the trees have turned black and they're full of insane birds who can't remember any of their songs shootouts and fist-fights by night in the graveyard multi-car pile-ups by day and the freight train de-railed and sank in the lake like a lobster it bubbles away when you get here, the "welcome to this town" sign, it scares little kids with its skulls and it's gore when you leave here, the "get the hell out" sign is well-kept and pretty with floral decor in the town where i'm livin' now
Here’s a music video that definitely get’s it right on all angles! This is the newest music video of the band Dinosaur Jr. called “Over it,” and as you watch through this epic MV you’ll notice that it’s basically a collection of Gear Heads (which just happens to be the band members of Dinosaur Jr.) doing their nasty bicycle tricks all over the place! I can totally dig that!
The official video for Over It, from the album Farm, out on Jagjaguwar in the US on June 23 and PIAS in the UK & Europe June 22! Directed by Mark Locke www.fortmarkfilms.com Director of Photography Mike Manzoori, SNEAKYDOGFILMS Produced by Brian Schwartz, Mark Locke, Mike Manzoori and Amy Abrams
Skate double Kyle Leeper www.blacklabelskates.com Bike doubles Kenny Horton and Joel Barnett www.fbmbmx.com
Dinosaur Jr. were largely responsible for returning lead guitar to indie rock and, along with their peers the Pixies, they injected late-'80s alternative rock with monumental levels of pure guitar noise. As the group's career progressed, it turned into a vehicle for J Mascis' songwriting and playing, which had the ultimate result of turning Dinosaur's albums into largely similar affairs. Over time, Mascis shed his hardcore punk roots and revealed himself to be a disciple of Neil Young, crafting simple songs that were delivered at a crushing volume and spiked with shards of feedback.… Read more
About “Farm”: Some twenty years after their formation and legendary dissolution, Dinosaur Jr. returned to form with 2007's "Beyond", continuing their march into rock greatness. "Farm" is proof that this band continues to deliver. At times wholly 70s guitar-epic, at times perfect for sitting by a babbling brook with Joni and Neil, "Farm" encompasses Dinosaur Jr.'s signature palette - soaring and distorted guitar, unshakable hooks, honey-rich melodies - songs that get into your head and, bouncing around happily, stay there.
can not make it here I’m over it, I've been feelin weird get over it, cannot wind up free im over it, is there more to see I’m over it,
what else should i do, if i run around for you, what am i supposed to doo, keep it comin ohh they doo,
we still last so long got over it, up on the late an all go over it, can’t escape the task not over it, wait if you need a ask I’m over it, ohh wooooohoooowooooooo
it’s you having picked me out its true, i would .. doooooooo life's so easy to get through,
im in arms offense now its makein sense i see, if i go any where i can buy most things i need to believe
i got lost in thought im over it, all i almost lost not over it, i got friends to get, get over it, hasn't happened yet im over it,
now it’s time to dooo all the things you say are true i been waitin now we doo wen i needed you came through, can i run right into you getin lost in nothin blue, i need everything thats true would you pick me over you, now after all thats been im glad i show all we've seen
One of the best Mogwai tracks, that guitar plucking when it starts up like halfway through is perfect spaciousness.
The song begins with the sound of a phone call (which can be heard throughout most of the song) between Stuart Braithwaite and friend David Jack, whilst an electronic drumbeat plays. At (0:18), they are joined by the sound of a Bontempi Organ playing an A♯ major chord, followed by a D minor chord, which is repeated all throughout the song. Layers of synth and a guitar riff play over the chords. A whooshing noise can be heard at various points. At (1:56), acoustic drums can be heard playing the drumbeat, until (2:30), when it goes back to electronic drums. At (3:53), distorted guitars begin playing along and feedbacking with the chords in the background. This guitar noise and feedback continues, fading in and out gradually for the next few minutes, until it becomes almost overbearing, at which point the song ends abruptly.
Before deciding on the name Bloc Party, Bloc Party were briefly known as Superheroes Of BMX.
the following lyrics are taken from what sounds like a telephone conversation, probably between martin and the band's manager (although this is not confirmed!).
how're you doing? (martin's voice?) (~~~~~~?) yeah 'bout the phone or something. alright really, how you doing? ok? not bad and you? aye, pretty good like, what you been up to? ah this and that you know (~~~~~~~~?) what's that? i'm a wee bit better. aye! aye! i had a pretty good night that night.
