WU TANG IS FOR THE CHILDREN
He has been barking for quite some time.
Yesterday, he bit.
That kid you beat up in high school,
lifted books. Now what.
RICH KIDS ON LSD
George Jones was a 12-pound breech baby, and the doctor had to break his arm to get him out. His father, a truck driver and pipefitter, sometimes chased him while in inebriated rages, but also introduced him to Grand Ole Opry on the radio, and bought him his first guitar, an inexpensive model endorsed by Gene Autry.
As a young boy, Jones began playing and singing outside the local cafe for anyone who would listen. As a teenager, Jones got a job playing guitar on a local radio show in Beaumont, Texas.
That was where he met Hank Williams, who advised the starstruck youngster not to try to imitate anyone, but to develop his own distinctive style as a performer.
“Word to herb, yo if you can’t swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos.”
John Lydon has always leaned upon the right-wing.
You’re surprised at yourselves.
Long Live Lydon.
Greg and Henry lookin medium tough
Youre one of them.
The music industry has generated thousands of ridiculous hypnotized personality types. Perfect candidates for the ultimate consumers. Covered in candy and plastic, they adorn their flesh shells in response to a need for protection and proof. Safety blanket studio gangsters outside the booth. There is no medical solution for suicide.
BOYCOTT THE CORPORATE MUSIC INDUSTRY BRAINWASH