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Fuck You Anyway Tonight is the night that I come unglued. No longer will the beautiful people walk the streets and smile while I sit and stew. Benn waiting all of my life just to give it to you. Gonna pay back all you generous souls and when I'm done you motherfuckers will all be through. Just kidding, please forgive me, didn't realize that the whiskey would hit me so quickly. I'll just grab my death and be on my way. Didn't mean to wreck your evening, don't you worry 'bout me cos I'm only bleeding. And before I go there's just one last thing I wanna say. Always taking back the things that I say and do. I never meant to hurt anybody, but there's something inside that just won't play it cool. I wouldn't mind beating all of you black and blue. So if you want me I'll be off in the corner holding back on saying what I really think of you. Insipid Sedentary Girl All my life I've been waiting for a girl like you. You're no fun, you're the one insipid sedentary girl. You came along and stole my heart and tore my mind in two, I owe the world to you insipid sedentary girl. All my friends curse the day that I fell for you, and sometimes I do too insipid sedentary girl. But they don't know all the things that you and I don't do, they're probably jealous too insipid sedentary. Insipid sedentary girl, baby I love you so. And if what they say is true I'm just too dumb to ever know. Now I sit on the couch and grow old with you, and fat and ugly too insipid sedentary girl. Banality, you and me, and your hamster too, the things I used to do insipid sedentary girl. I haven't been to see my friends in about a year or two, but baby I got you insipid sedentary girl. Sometimes I wish that I could go and do the things they do, but that would anger you insipid sedentary... Let the Bombs Fall He walked the halls of that wretched place where the soon-to-be laid dying. Went to the room where she was kept, but there was nothing inside but a well made bed, and so he turned to the nurse and said "excuse me miss, but could you please direct me where my mother is?". She turned and said to him "Didn't you know? Mary passed away two days ago." So don't you tell him that your goddamn life isn't fair cos you don't like your clothes, your car or your hair. He's a Mama's boy who ain't got a Mom anymore, so run and hide cos he's gonna start an all-out war. But then from nowhere, he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder, and suddenly all the murder leaves his mind. Noone knew a fragile life like the woman that his Father used to call his Wife. And for what it's worth noone was as kind. So let the bombs fall, cos buddy I don't care. Kill em fucking all man, Kill everybody each and everywhere. He rang me up and said "I'll meet you at the liquor store, we'll drink and drink until we can't fucking breathe anymore. I'm sick to death and I'm drowning in my own fucking tears, what harm will come if I knock away a few more beers?"(repeat chorus, etc.) REVIEWS
The Beltones
"Shitty In Pink" Single
(Radio Records)
I've heard about a trillion punk bands come and go over the last six years or so. Some have been pretty damn great, others have been fairly decent, and most have been utterly forgettable. But only a small handful have proven to be truly REMARKABLE. The Beltones are one of those precious few standouts.
The proof is in the pudding: If all of those contemporary punk bands are really so great, then why would most of us rather sit down and listen to our Clash, Sex Pistols, and Dead Boys records than rock out to the newest wave of old punk?! It's not enough to re-hash the classic sounds of one's divine influences! To make it work, you have to be JUST AS GOOD as the bands that inspired you! And that's what has made Florida's Beltones (along with Moral Crux, Swingin' Utters, and few others) such a fab unit! First blasting onto the scene with the "Lock And Load" EP in 1996, Bill McFadden and company have kept the quantity level low (just four EP's in six years!) and the quality level high. Every Beltones song to see the light of day has been a fabulous firecracker! Their peers are content to imitate weakly, but The Beltones have always been the real deal. McFadden's raspy Jake Burns-meets-young-Shane McGowan vocal bark is the stuff of legend, and the band's insanely catchy tunes are played with a ferocious urgency that is rarely found in contemporary punk. Few bands on this planet rage forth as intelligently, honestly, and passionately as this band does. ANY Beltones record you can find is worth killing for!
Needless to say, the arrival of a NEW Beltones single is always a major event, and "SHITTY IN PINK" proves that McFadden's still the man! He and his mates never miss the mark! This time around, the band strays from its familiar early Stiff Little Fingers style and blasts out raw, gritty rock-n-roll on the title track. "Shitty In Pink" recalls Social Distortion at its best---dark, raging, tough-as-fuck punk with badass lead guitar lines and growling vocals. Bravo! On the flip is a KILLER cover of The Nips' classic punk scorcher, "Nobody To Love"!
As I said, The Beltones NEVER miss the mark!
THE BELTONES "On deaf ears" CD
TKO Records
A much wiser man than me once said that in our society the greatest strength is the ability to admit weakness. Weakness, however, is not something most people associate with skinheads. Nor is compassion and caring. But this record is filled with all of that, while still maintaining the gruff, down to earth posture that Oi! is known for.
Now I'm not talking about some Robert Bly, lets all go into the woods and beat drums men's movement crap. I'm talking about when your dad is going in for prostate surgery and your worried and he's worried and you want to tell him you love him but you're both trying to pretend everything is alright.
Being alone seems to be singer Bill McFadden's greatest fear. There is nothing unusual about that, most of us fear it and most of us get lonely when our friends have deserted us and some girlfriend or boyfriend has "broke your heart, ripped your mind out and tore your world apart," but in our hyperindividualistic society, it is seen as weakness to feel these things that everyone feels, it is seen as wrong to admit them. I have an enormous amount of respect for this band, existing in such a macho culture, for having the sack to write songs like this.
The first track on this disc is about Bill's worry that a friend is drinking too much. "You're looking like my old man," he says. This song hints at an abusive father in Bill's past, and his worry that this friend is going down the same road. "There's an angry little man inside of you, he comes out to play when you get stewed. You're gonna have to starve him out someday."
The second song, "Insipid, sedentary girl", is cleverly written to satirize people who abandon all of their friends (there's that theme again), projects, and dreams when they get involved with someone. "Banality you and me and your hamster too, the things I used to do, insipid sedentary girl."
"Naming my bullets" is about dealing with the absolute frustration and pointlessness of life. Feeling like you are going to explode, trying to drink away your problems and wanting to get a gun and go on a drunken rampage just to relieve some of this pressure. Again the lonliness theme pops up with lines like "There['s] ... no happiness, if there is I aint found it yet, and I'm a fucking wreck without my friends."
"Fuck you anyway" is about having problems relating to people, being honest, apologizing for when your pent up frustrations come out in burts of hostility for no apparent reason. Again, I'm not used to hearing skinheads apologize for being jerks, because apologizing means admitting you were wrong, which means admitting some sort of weakness.
"Shoot the shit" is perhaps most indicative of the lonliness theme of the record (which is even carried out by the cover which shoes two old hobos sitting together on a park bench, leaning on each other and sharing whiskey. They have nothing in the world, but they can still get through life because they have each other). "Shoot the shit" is about growing up and friends moving on and getting married and all of that. Most of us older punks can identify with this, especially if we have not gotten married and settled down ourselves. These lyrics are wel written, using the object of a friends floor as the symbol of companionship. "The best bed I ever had was on your floor," Bill tells us. "If you're ever in town come knocking at my door, There will always be a place for you on my floor. Yeah, we'll sip a Schlitz and sit around and shoot the shit, and laugh at all the jokes no one will ever get."
"Lock and Load" also deals with growing up and how much life can suck when you are older, when you work every day, "another pool of sweat in the broil station ... No spring break or summer vacation."
"Casualty" deals with Bill's worry about a friend's drug use. The Beltones are no straightedge band, and he doesn't want to tell his friend how to live, but he is worried and he wouldn't feel right if he didn't let that be known.
The final track on this disc is the most well written, and the most powerful. I guess it is easy to write something so incredible when it comes directly from your heart, as opposed to writing about hypothetical situations or things you don't care about so much. With this type of writing, you don't even think, you just open the gates and let the words pour out on their own. "Let the bombs fall" deals with the death of Bill's mother, which he found out when he showed up to the hospital to visit her and a nurse told him she had passed on two days earlier. Something like that changes your life and your perspective. "So don't you tell him that your goddamned life isn't fair because you don't like your clothes, your car, your hair. He's a momma's boy who ain't got a mom anymore, so run and hide." The pain, the rage, the confusion, the loss that Bill felt comes through with every word in this song.
This record was bereft of songs about getting in fights, getting revenge, vowing to beat up anyone who disrespects them, how tough or hard they are. This record was full of songs about emotional pain and caring about other people. And yet all of these songs show a strength that the toughest of the though guy bands, no matter how many people they beat up, could never have. -- David Grenier, Retrogression Magazine
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