Weasel : I Dont Want to See That or Think of It Again
THE MAX LEVINE ENSEMBLE
BEN WEASEL Split up vii"
On a his radio show, Ben Weasel (The Riverdales) recently referred to The Max Levine Ensemble every bit the worst ring ever. Instead of whining on the internet similar a bunch of crybabies (and what most would probably do), The Max pulled an anachronistic, 1990'south hip-hop move and recorded this dis/response EP. Originally released on seven-inch this is now out-of-impress and unavailable anywhere else Simply Hither! Consummate with bits of the original radio slam from Mr. Weasel himself, this is simultaneously some dark serious shit and some really hilarious shit - ane of the well-nigh unique and fulfilling seven-inchers I've ever owned. Well played, Max Levine.
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Click here to listen to Ben Weasel'due south original radio circulate!
1. Ben Weasel Thinks Nosotros Suck
ii. It's Make Out Time
iii. How About a Screeching Pole Cat?
4. You're Art Monk, and I'm Telling Anybody
5. If That Band Were a Horse, I'd Shoot It
6. You lot Are a Rude Thoughtless Little Pig
7. God Gave Stone and Gyre to You Part Iii
in july 2008, ben weasel (formerly of pop punk legends, screeching weasel) broadcasted his opinion on his radio show that the max levine ensemble sucks and u2 rulez! while we were flattered to receive the ten minutes of public attention from a punk rock celled, we thought we'd rustle up a little more attending and release this tape as a manner of saying "hey, fuck you too!" and while yes, that's a specific fuck you lot, we don't want anyone to feel excluded. the songs on this record could every bit easily be most you, your crew, or whatever assholes you're tired of taking shit from…
plagiaristic flattery and respect is due to KISS, argent, no empathy, the hickey/ voodoo glow skulls dissever, and jawbreaker. all other plagiarism was meant in disrespect.
the max levine ensemble is: spoonboy, bepstein, and nick popovici
this record was recorded and embellished by bryan lyin in the wood.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike three.0 United states License.
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LYRICS!!!
ben weasel thinks nosotros suck
i hope you lot autumn on some bad luck,
if the path y'all take leads up and up,
yet you take such pride in mediocrity.
the nail that sticks up gets hammered down,
take the squeaky wheel and throw it out.
you've got a square peg and a round hole?
accept that square peg and shave that sucker down!
and from your armchair, you discover
what it's like to lord over each other,
to strip this life from all meaning:
just a series of images repeat...
a thou optics glued to a tv.
i thousand pundits know more than well-nigh me than me.
hey! i concede... yous got information technology.
i'd put up a fight, but i'thousand tuckered out.
i've played the squeaky wheel for a while now.
through all of this struggle, i said i'd stand up backside it.
merely these days i'yard feeling likewise tired to give a shit.
and so to fall back - is this freedom?
i ever thought i'd go kicking and screaming...
but at present the time'southward come - maybe i should!
i'k getting out while the getting is still practiced.
to all my friends: please don't forget me,
though i know i never made it on tv...
we gave information technology a shot, just at present we're Gratis!
i always idea my calling was crunching numbers.
- you work for a sports squad...
- i'll first a radio show!
we'll prove this world how far we tin go.
considering everybody knows there'south nothing more than to life
than shit jobs and rock and roll... wait!
did i forget sports?
there's also... sports.
it's make out time...
i wanna wanna wanna wanna
wanna wanna wanna make out with yous.
infant, don't you know information technology's true?
i wanna brand out with y'all. out with yous.
i wanna make out with y'all.
i wanna wanna brand out with you,
cuz i'm stuck to you similar cra-a-azy gum.
i wanna brand out with you. out with you.
i wanna brand out with you lot.
i wanna wanna make out with yous,
cuz everything you lot say and do
makes me wanna make out with you. out with you.
i wanna brand ouuuuuut with you lot.
i wanna make out with you cuz you lot're so absurd.
how virtually a shrieking polecat?
me and suzie at the punk evidence.
she's eating mashed potatos.
something changed inside my brain.
hanging out with veronica,
sniffin' glue in suburbia.
i knew i'd never be the same!
these were the anthems of our lives
from so until the end of time.
since then we've held on to those days
of teenage pranks and panty raids,
so we'll play the same flim-flam,
until we're geriatric.
1-two-ane-2-iii-four
these were the anthems of our lives,
from then until the end of time.
these are the anthems of our lives,
from now until the end of time.
you're art monk and i'm telling everyone!
i wanna direct this complaint to those dedicated to the dogmatization of...
oh whatever! does this sound familiar?
"paternalistic asshole pisses on creativity"
hey, it'south all part of the game right?
this ain't no political party, own't no celebration.
required carry from the proper delegation.
play the pattern. own't no departure.
mind the hand book. it reads something like this joke i heard:
in a petri dish under a microscope, one microbe says to the other:
"mind to me, for i'm graced with the noesis of the gods."
an exercize in cocky importance, puts the microcosmic shithole of your life,
up in neon flashing lights to a sold out crowd of chocolate-brown nosed clones.
"YOU'RE RIGHT!!!"
ain't no party. ain't no commemoration.
required conduct from the proper delegation.
play the pattern advertisement nauseum on rotation.
until yous're falling on your ass
and looking something like this joke i heard.
if that band was a horse i'd shoot it
- hey listeners, this is me, ben weasel. i've got your back buddy. nosotros have and then much basis to cover and then trivial fourth dimension.
- we're gonna play you the max levine ensemble…
- the worst band in the world!
- yes!
- i've heard the max levine ensemble...
- and if y'all walk away from the songs we play for you thinking "information technology's not good stone and roll, it's keen stone and whorl," and so i think you should take your head checked frankly.
- i remember you lot should accept your ears checked.
- your ears should exist ripped off and a screwdriver poked through to see if in that location's encephalon matter in there, because quite bluntly, i take this round face, with a murphy nose, and i'm 41 years old now, can't grow a mustache.
- you're in a lot better shape than boggsy.
- i know you lot think that. you're wrong and i'm sorry for yous. you tin practise anything, cuz you're really good looking, ok.
- you and i like a lot of bully young bands, the leftovers, the guts. i've never heard anything past the max levine ensemble that i thought was worth listening to again.
- you lot had been listening to the greatest hits of u2. explicate yourself and nosotros can go from there.
- well i didn't shower today, so i smell.
you are a rude thoughtless fiddling hog.
- so people who don't like u2, here is what they like, ok. i'm ok with this so far.
- i love the guitar sound, i have to say…
- this sounds fine so far, i could like this. and so far and so good. i'g ok yet… I KNOW You lot'RE Bitter… how does a ring stand in a room with someone singing like that and think "yeah"
- but wait turn it up. information technology'south not only absurdly out of cardinal, but they're also out of fourth dimension. they're off rhythm with each other and the music. it's sort of similar jerry lewis in his fragile delinquent days fronting a punk stone band. LADIIIEEESSS!! my worst nightmare is to find somebody who likes that band and also likes my stuff, considering then immediately, IMMEDIATELY, i'm going to offset questioning myself and enquire myself "what am i doing wrong??"
- at present what if 1 of them was to offer you sex.
- um, they're all fellows, so no. but really even if they were ladies, no. i mean when you get to our age, the thought of having sex with somebody…
- y'all think information technology's badass, but it'southward not badass!! you crack me upwardly.
- i don't have roller-skates that light up at nighttime.
- come on. you sir, are the old homo.
god gave rock and curl to y'all role Three
- the lesser line is the max levine ensemble suck on their own merits.
- yep!
- whether yous're comparison them to u2, or… here'due south the examination for me. if you put the max levine ensemble upwardly against pretty much anybody that's doing a band at present, the other band is going to walk away looking better. that's how bad the max levine ensemble are. they are a terrible unlistenable band. and frankly, i question anybody who likes them.
- yes! right!
- i gotta say, wait a second, if you lot similar them either y'all're troubled in the head or…
original lyrics by Buss
barkertheriest1946.blogspot.com
Source: https://quoteunquoterecords.com/qur041.htm
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