Love Me. I'm A Liberal

The Jello Biafra version, updated for the 90's:



I cried when they shot John Lennon
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when I saw "JFK"
As if I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcom-X and Ice-T had it coming
They got what they asked for this time


So love me, love me, love me, 
I'm a liberal

I go to pro-choice rallies
Recycle my cans and jars
I'll honk if you love the Dead
Hope those funny Grunge bands become stars
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit to far


So love me, love me, love me, 
I'm a liberal

I cheered when Clinton was chosen
My faith in the system reborn
I'll do anything to save our schools
If my taxes ain't too much more
And I love Blacks and Gays and Latinos
As long as they don't move next door


So love me, love me, love me, 
I'm a liberal

Rush Limbaugh and the L.A.P.D.
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand where they're at
Arsenio should set them straight
But if neighborhood watch doesn't know you
I hope the cops take your name

So love me, love me, love me, 
I'm a liberal

Yeah, I read the New Republican
Rolling Stone and Mother Jones too
If I vote it's a democrat
With a sensible economy view
But when it comes to terrorist Arabs
There is no one more red, white, and blue


So love me, love me, love me, 
I'm a liberal

Once I was young and had an attitude
Stickers covered the car I drove in
Even went on some direct actions
When there weren't rent-a-cops to be seen
Ah, but now I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in


So love me, love me, love me, 
I'm a liberal


and the original Phil Ochs classic:

I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to the civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
And I'm glad that the commies were thrown out
From the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
And I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
As long as they don't move next door

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Ah, the people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
Now I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Yes, I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the democratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I attend all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
And I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Sure, once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
Ah, but I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in

So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

SK + Portlandia = :-)

Today's listening on "oh well the Mayan's were wrong, what a big surprise" day is Sleater-Kinney.
Chicks rule.






And Portlandia is coming back- as Mr. Burns would say.... "exxxxxxxxcccccelllllent!"

From I-phone to I-Pussies

We were in Mexico a couple of weeks ago and Dave lost his I-phone. Thanks to his other I-shit, he was able to locate where the phone was via GPS. Despite repeated texts, the new owner of the phone wasn’t picking up.

It appeared the phone was a couple of miles away from where we were. Of course, being gringo tourist stoner morons, we had no idea how sketchy the area was.

But we decided that it was worth taking our lives into our hands to at least see if we could get the phone back. We had been smokin’ alot of Mexican crabgrass (how we eventually upgraded is a story for another day) and whilst Dave didnt drink, I was slack jaw deep into my third six pack of the evening. And tequila. Bad ideas are always marinated with Tequila.

So, we embarked upon I-Phone rescue.

We were getting further and further away from tourist zone and deeper into the real Mexico. It was approaching midnite and the only other thing on the streets were loose dogs. Lots of loose dogs. No problem there, Dave and I are both dog people.

We were testing each other on stanza’s of Crass’s “Big A Little A” to ease the anxiety. I won.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, but was probably only 40 minutes or so, we came to the street where we thought the phone was. There were three or four small houses on the block.

And bats. 

A couple of the little bastards were buzzing around our heads, like drones or something.

One of the houses had a truck with a logo that said “blood of the dead” in spanish. We figured those were our boys.

I was about to knock on the door when Dave said, “fuck it let them keep it, I wanna upgrade anyway."

I didnt press the point.

We walked back, with our tails between our legs.

Only we weren’t dog people anymore.

Just a couple of I-pussies.

Gun Control. NOW!

How many more of these mass murders must occur before this fucking country shuts down assault weapons and enforces real gun legislation?

A Bad Brains Hanukkah

Hey it's Hanukkah, so what better excuse than to throw down this legendary 1982 show by the 13th tribe of Israel- the Bad Brains.

Happy Festival Of Lights, muthafuckas!!!!!!

The Great Lost Ramones Song

Slug shoulda been the contender. Originally written for the Rocket To Russia album but unreleased until the All The Stuff And More album, , Slug has been covered by the likes of The Queers, The Huntingtons, and Riverboat Gamblers.

A tale of love lost, it chokes me up everytime.





The lyrics follow-

Lying in bed one summer's night
Everything wasn't alright
Something started crawling on me
A S-L-U-G

I saw her walking in the woods last night
And I knew something wasn't right
S-L-U-G
A no no no no, why'd she have to go-oh-oh-oh?

I saw her walking in the woods last night
And I knew something wasn't right
S-L-U-G
A no no no no, why'd she have to go-oh-oh-oh?

And I know that if I had her back today
Yeah I know
(I know)
I know
(I know)
Why is it always this way?

Lying in bed one summer's night
Everything wasn't alright
Something started crawling on me
A S--L-U-G

I saw her walking in the woods last night
And I knew something wasn't right
S-L-U-G
A no no no no, why'd she have to go-oh-oh-oh?

I saw her walking in the woods last night
And I knew something wasn't right
S-L-U-G
A no no no no, why'd she have to go-oh-oh-oh?

And I know that if I had her back today
Yeah I know
(I know)
I know
(I know)
Why is it always this way?

S-L-U-G, S-L-U-G, S-L-U-G, S-L-U-G
S-L-U-G, S-L-U-G, S-L-U-G, S-L-U-G