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1. _ Gordon's Message
Hello,
This gordon of the violent femmes and i've just been locked inside
My house,
So i can't go out and get my bus and stuff and get up there by one 'clock. i'll...someone's coming over to rescue me so... it wasn't my fault,
My parents had locked me in.
So i'll get there whenever i can.
Maybe i'll try calling victor at his house or something like that.
O. k., ah bye
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3. _ Add It Up
Day after day
I will walk and i will play
But the day after today
I will stop
And i will start my way
Why can't i get just one kiss
Why can't i get just one kiss
Believe me there'd be somethings that i wouldn't miss
But i look at your pants and i need i need a kiss
Why can't i get just one screw
Why can't i get just one screw
Believe me i know what to do
But something won't let me make love to you
Why can't i get just one fuck
Why can't i get just one fuck
I guess it's something to do with luck
But i waited my whole life for just one
Day afterday
I get angry
And i will say
That the day
Is in my sight
When i'll take a bow
And say goodnight
Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Vocal
Engineers: glen l. lorbiecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
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4. _ 36-24-36
36-24-36
See a girl walkin' down the street
Just the kind of girl that i'd like to meet
It ain't her hair, her clothes, her feet
Somethin' much more discreet
Now i ain't loud baby i ain't proud
I just want what i'm not allowed
Movin on up & help myself
Do a world of good for my mental health
36-24-36
Something's brookin' that needs to be fixed
I don't know how to tell you this but
I'm getting bored and i need some kicks
Like 36-24-36
Man-o man-o man-o man
I got a red hot plan if you understand
Cannot fail it's plain to see
I'm have'n fun and makin' money
I know this summer's gonna be the best
If i don't die from lack of rest
Experience what my daddy said
That's what i got just like he said
36-24-36
Something was broke but i got it fixed
I don't know if i should tell you this
But i was gettin' bored and i got my kicks
Like 36-24-36
Somethings special 'bout her personality
Somethings special 'bout her psysiology
36-24-36
I want lots of pretty chicks
36-24-36
I want lots of pretty chicks
36-24-36
I want lots of pretty chicks
36-24-36
I want lots of...
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
*previously unreleased
Recorded as a demo for the title track of a movie that was never made.
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5. _ Johnny
Oh johnny
Do you miss your mother
Do you miss your father
Oh an johnny, do you miss me
Oh and i was so hungry
I just wanted to attack
And i was so hungry
And that mean i'll never look back
Oh johnny
Sometimes i wonder
Sometimes i wonder
And i
And i wonder
What it's like to die
No yah see i could'da been a star
I could'da been a whip
I tell y'a somethin' else right now
We could'da been
Sailing along on our ship
Is this ring that he wore
It's just another thing that he wore
But there's something about this ring i just can't ignore
So i keep it though i don't no were it's from
Oh johnny
Do you miss all the old the old ladys
Do you miss all of the crazys
Oh an johnny, do you miss me
Oh johnny
Do you miss your mother
Do you miss your father
Oh johnny there's something that i'd like to know
And i, and i
Could you tell me john,
Could you tell me what it's like to die
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass
Victor delorenzo: drums
Recoded by victor delorenzo at the beneath it all cafe, milwaukee, 1981
*previously unreleased
© gorno music reprinted with permission
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6. _ Kiss Off
I need someone a person to talk to
Someone who'd care to love
Could it be you could it be you
Situation gets rough then i start to panic
It's not enough it's just a habit
Hey kid your sick well darling this is it
You can all just kiss off into the air
Behind my back i can see them stare
They'll hurt me bad but i won't mind
They'll hurt me bad they do it all the time
Yeah yeah they do it all the time
I hope you know this will go down
On your permanent record
Oh yeah well don't get so distressed
Did i happen to mention that i'm impressed
I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 i forget what 8 was for and
9 9 9 for a lost god and
10 10 10 10 for everything
Everything everything everything
Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, xylophone, electric bass
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Drum set, scotch marching bass drum, vocals
Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
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7. _ Lies
Well i'm reading this poem
And it's so profound
And i like its rhythm
And i like its sound
It's by a very famous poet
No critic can criticise
And then i pause a moment
And i start to realize
He's tellin'
Lies lies lies
On the motel tv.
I dig the evangelist
He'll tell you all about that
And then he tell you all about this
He's preachin' up a storm
By the sea of galilee
He's mixin' up the truth
With something funny i start to see
He's tellin'
Lies lies lies
I never had this problem
With nobody in the government
I guess i always figured
They never mean what they meant
And god help us all
Not to be so stone surprised
When we wake up in the stars
With the skies in our eyes
If we keep tellin'
Lies lies lies
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass
Victor delorenzo: drums
Recorded at carriage house, stamford, ct
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8. _ Waiting For The Bus
We got the mother and the kids
We got the guy and his date
We all get mad
We all get laid
Looks like somebody forgot about us
Standin on the corner
Waitin' for a bus
Say hey mister driver man
Don't be slow
Cause i got somewhere i got to go
Say hey mister driver man
Drive that thing fast
My precious time keep slippin' past
Lets call the mayor lets complain
Looks like the city's done to us again
Tied up in traffic what'ya know
The damn city bus moves so slow
I said hey mister driver man
Don't be slow
Cause i got somewhere i got to go
Say hey mister driver man
Drive that thing fast
My precious time keep slippin' past
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
*previously unreleased
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9. _ I Hate The Tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
I hate the tv
Y'know that it's killing me
Y'know that it's killing me
I hate the president
I hate the president
I hate the president
I hate the president
Y'know that he's killing me
Y'know that he's killing me
Oh my love
Do not fear
Satan's army will never win
Oh my love
Do not despair
God is with us
Living prayer
He's killing me
He's killing me
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recoded by dave nietzke at midwest records, milwaukee
Mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwaukee
*previously unreleased
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10. _ American Music
Do you like amercan music
I like american music
Don't you like american music baby
I want you to hold me
I want your arms around me
I want you to hold me baby
Did you do too many drugs
I did too many drugs
Did you do too many drugs too baby
You were born too late
I was born too soon
But every time i look at that ugly moon
It reminds me of you
It reminds me of you ooh ooh ooh
I need a date to the prom
Would you like to come along
But nobody would go to the prom with me baby
They didn't like american music
They never heard american music
They didn't know the music was in my soul baby
You were born too soon
I was born too late
But every time i look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
We like american music
I like american music baby
Do you like american music
We like all kinds of music
But i like american music best
Baby you were born too late
And i was born too late
But every time i look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music...
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar electric guitar solo
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, didgeridoo, electric guitar, vocal
Victor delorenzo: brushed snare drum, sleigh bells, tympani, vocal, tambourine
Michael beinhorn: hammond organ
Tom mandell: keyboards
Chorus & claps: carmaig, michael, mike, alex & band
Mixed by eric "e.t." thorngren
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11. _ Intro
The violent femmes, they bring all their equipment on the bus. and you
Can't fuck with the violent femmes. you can not fuck with this band.
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12. _ Country Death Song
I had me a wife, i had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, i never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Well, i'm a thinkin' and thinkin', till there's nothin' i ain't thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally i stunk.
It was at that time, i swear i lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
Come little daughter," i said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, we'll have some fun.
We'll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, i was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, i was standing by the door.
Come little daughter, i will carry the lanterns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that god saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that god saves.
A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said "make a wish, make sure and not tell and
Close you're eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
I gave her a push, i gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, i pushed with all my love.
I through my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but i never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but i never heard her hit.
Gather round boys to this tale that i tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It's guarenteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.
Don't speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I'm going out to the barn, will i never stop in pain?
I'm going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.
Gordon gano: vocals, acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocals
Tony trischka; banjo
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
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13. _ Blister In The Sun
When i'm out walking i strut my stuff yeah i'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite i just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like i blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands i know your the one
Body and beats i stain my sheets i don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
Let me go on like i blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands i know your the one...
Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Vocal
Engineers: glen l. lorbiecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
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14. _ I Held Her In My Arms
I'm gnawing on the knowledge
That i have been burnt
And i'm learning things that i
Should've already learnt
Everyone i ever knew
Was so kind and coy
I was with a girl
But it felt like i was with a boy
I can't even remember
If we were lovers
Or if i just wanted to
But i held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
But it wasn't you
I will not kill
The one thing that i love
In this world of wreckage
I look above
Help me lord
Help me understand
What it means to be a boy
What it means to be a man
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15. _ Out The Window
Life was fun
Life was great
Til i made my big mistake
Oh no it'll never happen to me
Life was short
And life was sweet
I was thinking as i hit the street
I could hardly beleve
I could scarcely conceive
But i had gone out the window
I had gone out the window
I had gone out the window
She was fine
She looked great
And so we made our big mistake
I swear i swear i swear
It'd never happen to her
But the pavement knocked her head around
When she hit the solid concrete ground
From 30 flights above
And she was thirty something loving nothing
Gone out the window
She had gone out the window
She had gone out the window
Catch me if i'm falling,
Catch me if i'm calling
He was smart he was wise
He'd profoundly philosophize
Empathy for all humanity
'til one day by an open window
There's a note that read
I've gone out the window - i'm dead
He said yes to life for all of his life
But then one day he said no
I gotta go out the window
We all go out the window
Catch me i am falling
Catch me i am calling
Catch me we are falling
Catch me we are calling
Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar vocal
Victor delorenzo:
Brushed snare drum, wood, cowbell, arabic tabla, vocal
Mixed by david vartanian
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16. _ Black Girls
I dig the black girls, oh so much more than the white girls.
I was so pleased to learn they were faster.
C'est, c'est, c'est vous i'm after.
All comes a faggot white boy.
Said look, look, look first kind of joy.
They come around so queer and quiet,
As i rebel and riot.
Shall i dig the white boys?
All so much more that the black boys.
I was so pleased to learn they're not smarter.
Go on, give, give, give it to me harder, harder, harder, just say harded.
You know i love the lord of hosts,
The father, son, and the holy ghost.
I was so pleased to learn that he's inside me
In my time of trouble he will hide me.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass, slide bass, jew's harp, vocals
Victor delorenzo:drums,vocals
John zorn: sax, clarinet peter balestrieri: sax drake scott cornetto
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
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17. _ Degradation
Ladies and gentlmen.
The violent femmes.
Come witness
The beauty of their degradation.
Mothers bring you sons.
Mothers bring your daughters to this most educational exhibit.
The alternative has constitute has spared
No expense to bring these amazing freak babies to the oriental theatre.
Friday, march 29th.
Eight o'clock.
Tickets: $8.50 in advance, $10 the night of the exhibition.
Tickets available at oriental box office, main stream records,
Radio ????, and the uwm bookstore.
Violent femmes.
Degradation.
Violent femmes.
The oriental theatre.
Violent femmes.
The 29th of march.
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18. _ Jesus Walking On The Water
Oh my, oh my, oh my, what if it was true?
And oh my, oh my, oh my, tell me is it true.
Did he, did he, did he die upon that cross?
And did he, did he, did he come back across?
Chorus:
Jesus walking on the water.
Sweet jesus walking in the sky.
Sinking sand, took my hand, raised me up,
And brought me up.
I can hold my head up high.
Will i, will i, will i be true to my birth?
And will i, will i, will i give what i'm worth?
Oh yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, i come when you call,
And yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, sweet jesus, my all-in-all.
Gordon gano: vocals, acoustic guitar, fiddle
Brian ritchie: mariachi bass
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocals
Peter balestrieri and cynthia gano; vocals
Christina houghton; autoharp
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
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19. _ Gimme The Car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I got this girl i wanna....
Come on dad gimme the car
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
I tell'ya what i'm gonna do
I'm gonna pick her up
I'm gonna get her drunk
I'm gonna make her cry
I'm gonna get her high
I'm gonna make her laugh
I'm gonna make her...shh
Woman, woman, woman
She gotta knows she's it
Cause i'm gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
Gonna touch her
All over her body
And she can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
She can touch me
All over my body
Time goes by i can feel myself growing old
Burning inside makin' this boy turn out cold
What's wrong, what's right
I don't care when i hate my life
What's wrong, what's right
Y'know people don't care when they hate their life
But how can i explain personal pain
How can i explain personal pain
How can i explain my voice is in vain
How can i explain the deep down
Driving, driving, driving,
Weredriving, weredriving, weredriving
Hey dad speaking of driving
Come on dad gimme the car tonight
So much he don't understand
Just might never make it to a man
Come on dad gimme the car
I ain't no runt
Come on girl gimme your...
Cause i ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
Y'know i ain't had much to live for
Y'know i ain't had much to live for
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recorded at music works, london
*previously unreleased
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20. _ Old Mother Reagan
Old mother reagan
And her crew
Took away
From me and you
I hope she goes far away
She better go far away
Y'know it ain't right
When it's all wrong
This is the old mother reagan
Protest song
Old mother reagan
She's so dumb
She's so dangerous
How come...
Old mother reagan went to heaven
But at the pearly gates
She was stopped!
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Produced by jerry harrison
Recoded & mixed by david vartanian at dv's perversion room, milwaukee
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21. _ Gone Daddy Gone
Beautiful girl lovely dress
High school smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now i can only guess
Cause it's gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away
When i see you
Eyes will turn blue
When i see you
Thousand eyes turnin blue
Tell by the way you that you switch and walk
I can see by the way that you baby talk
I can know by the way you treat your man
I can love you baby til it's a cryin
Beatiful girl lovely dress
15 smiles oh yes
Beautiful girl lovely dress
Where she is now i can only guess
Gordon gano: guitar, violin, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: xylophone, electric bass
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone,
Scotch marching bass drum, vocals
Engineers: glen l. loribecki and john tanner
Recorded at castle recording company, lake geneva, wi, july 1982
Produced by mark van hecke
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22. _ Dance Motherfucker Dance
When i say dance, you best dance motherfucker
Dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo...
You suckin' ugly motherfucker dance
Dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo...
You suckin' ugly motherfucker dance
You suckin' ugly motherfucker dance
Dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, oh...
You're such an ugly motherfucker dance
I say dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance
Dance motherfucker dance
Dance motherfucker dance
I say dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, whohoo...
You're such an ugly motherfucker dance
Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocal
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Caleb alexander: tenor sax
Sigmund snopek iii: trombone, piano
Peter balistreri: baritone sax
Recorded at stebbing studio, auckland, nz
*previously released only as a b-side in germany and australia
Written by voot warnings, glenn rehse, and john frankovic
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