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Sad History Month

Sunrise in Ballston, January 2012

 by 

Adric Giles

Sad History Month 

Here's the original lyrics for Bad History Month, don't lose your liver, friend

looks like we misspelled "It's". we strive for quality butt shit we r dumb anyway. I think that was some post production editorial shit right there. dang.

here's some better cowboys

their record is great too:

http://lungbasket.bandcamp.com/album/cowboy-songs

Sweet Russian(?) Translation of some lyrics

Alyrics.ucoz.com

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Alphabet A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Добавить свое объявление Наш ЮМОР "прошибёт" до СЛЁЗ! Зайдешь раз и останешься здесь НАВСЕГДА! Пугачева ЕЖЕДНЕВНО худела на 1кг! Вот смотри как... Пугачева лично учит женщин, как правильно ХУДЕТЬ! "Я просто пью каждое утро..." Полное меню ЧИТАЙТЕ тут! Этот метод ПОХУДЕНИЯ превратил Пугачеву в ХУДЫШКУ Пугачева рассказывает, как кефир унес 54 килограмма

Main » F Fat History Month - Bad History Month lyrics Yesterday, 14:06 Cowboy can't tell that everything is swell Even though, he fell off his horse The horse is healthy, of course It's ready to ride The cowboy's waiting We are fine Saw a snake, in the trail It was chewing its own tail This is a story, of doing sin But its tail, it kept on chewing The cowboy sat down in the dirt The teardrops were stainin' his shirt They were mixin' in the mud with the dust But he didn't really care cause trust is hard He'd keep a secret And it's a big one This is what he said "Listen up, horse This is how I feel Everything is very bad But I'm worse" I can’t help but feelin' like The first human to hate a neanderthal I saw the claw that crushed the skull And in the process, end result And every baby ever born Is born in days of ancient sin And I was smilin' while I Do that dimwit's skill It was all me A bad history I burnt down Rome And Chicago too I should be on the Nile blue The wind would make you high I am the rising tide That's all we have to say The horse is born in May Добавить свое объявление СМОТРИ на родное! ЖИР начнет "таять", если каждое утро пить по... Меню Пугачевой, по которому она похудела на 27 кг! ... 1 2 3 4 5 Category: F Views: 7 | Rating: 0.0/0 Total comments: 0 Only registered users can add comments. [ Sign Up | Login ]

Save lyrics Добавить свое объявление Этот метод ПОХУДЕНИЯ превратил Пугачеву в ХУДЫШКУ Зайдешь раз и останешься здесь НАВСЕГДА! Пугачева лично учит женщин, как правильно ХУДЕТЬ! Пугачева ЕЖЕДНЕВНО худела на 1кг! Вот смотри как... Пугачева рассказывает, как кефир унес 54 килограмма "Я просто пью каждое утро..." Полное меню ЧИТАЙТЕ тут! Наш ЮМОР "прошибёт" до СЛЁЗ!

thanks for caring.

Youth Culture at it Finest

Could this be the Pinnacle?

This is pretty funny if you're bored and patient

 http://vimeo.com/63993367

After getting myself ridiculously angry and bitter about 

The Struggle of Life as an Artist 

while walking the gorgeous sunset sea cliffs of Santa Barbara, I returned to this garage to play a set with Mr. Markos.

Highlights include Failure, Misery, A Very Lame Attempt to Cover a Dust Song, Very Old Songs We Can't Play Anymore, and a cut to a preview for Billy Crystal's classic film "Mr. Saturday Night" just after the 15 minute mark. 

No Kidding. It's just fucking perfect.

Afterwards we went and stayed with sweet sweet Brett in Ojai and rode the waterslide til dawn.

All in all it's a pretty fun watch.

Thanks for filming it Redman.

Happened upon this as well:
Bonerz
Finally, I finally got to see these dudes last night and they're as inspiring as the Profit predicted:

 

Just Kidding, I Fucking Hate Indie Rock, Bro

Pretty please won'tcha not call us that? It's embarrassing and hasn't been used to describe anything valuable since about 2001.
And independence is a myth, anyway.  It's obviously crucial to have Friends
 (to inspire and support you),
and even more crucial to have Friends With Money
(to pay a publicist, silly).
Who cares.
"There are two kinds of music. Good music, and the other kind."
So sayeth Duke Ellington.
Fuk The Biz.
Peace n' Love,
Jason