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September 11, 2003
Economy-Sized Music Appreciation: MARY PRANKSTER.
Holy shit do I love Mary Prankster.
Mary Prankster is indescribable. She's not punk, she's not rock, and she's sure as shit not girl-with-a-guitar. She's just... Mary Prankster. She hasn't got a song over three minutes, but manages in a minute-thirty what most bands miss entirely on full-length albums. But the hell with hype, I'll let the songs speak for themselves.
Uh huh. Songs, plural. I couldn't decide on just one.
Mary Prankster - Art Fag Bastard (Live)
Mary Prankster - Tits and Whiskey
And if you like what you hear, get your ass over to her site and buy yourself every album she's ever made. EVER. And do it with a clear conscience; Palace Coup Records isn't RIAA-affiliated. See?
Lyrics under the cut. Have fun!
Art Fag Bastard
He’d invite me over
when his girl was out of town
We'd watch a film with subtitles
and then we'd fool around
German existentialism
gave him such a thrill
He used the word “cinematography”
so much it made me ill
He told me that Paul Westerberg
invented modern rock
He talked about his year abroad
in the former Soviet Bloc
Then he'd tell me all about
where Kerouac went wrong
Go back to Prague you art fag bastard
that’s where you belong
Tits & Whiskey
Fast cars and explosions
Party hats and motion lotion
Let’s go down to the ocean
And break out the tits and whiskey
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
I am Ernie’s rubber ducky
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Let’s break out the tits and whiskey
It has to be filthy
I’m ripe and I’m healthy
I wish I was wealthy
So fuck the rhythm and let’s break out the tits and whiskey
’cause that shows we’re anarchists
I’m all about right now
And everything I do is foul
So get out another motel towel
To wipe up the tits and whiskey
Posted by Spike at September 11, 2003 04:27 AM
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