Pipe Bombs in my Vitamins?

I remember finding a Woody Guthrie album at a flea market about 12 years ago for a buck. At the time, Metal was getting much too macho for my tastes and a lot of the Punk coming out was sounding a bit too polished and processed. I needed something real and more down to earth than all of this "being in a band business". The second that I put the needle down, I was taken to another place. He was just talking about trying to live an honest life and why should a person have to screw another person just to make it in this world. It was all simple, but very effective. It was just what I needed to peel off all of the layers of bullshit that make my life complicated. It was kinda like when you stay up all night and get drunk with your best friend and talk about a bunch of shit that you forgot ever happened and how much you think things are screwed up and how you can't get enough of the things that you love in life. So, regardless of what style a music is, all I truly ever am looking for is stuff that doesn't "give a fuck"and is something that I can "talk to". Plain and simple.

I imagine the same thing could of happened to the folks in "This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb". Maybe they got bored with the same old crap and went diggin'. I guess you could call them a "punk" band, but their sound is definately rooted in the political folk/ protest song approach. I saw them a few times and had a ball everytime. They're the kind of band I wished I lived in the same town as.

The Star Song ( from "Dance Party With")

one of the stars in your eyes has gone out,

so we lay back on the rooftop late at night

in hopes that a shooting star might take root

in the hole in your head.

and we'll wake up in the morning

being stared down by an ashamed sun,

shamefully covering behind a cloud or two,

old man you've followed me down,

you've beaten me down,

and tonight i got the best of you.

Selma ( from "Front Seat Solidarity")

Selma, Alabama, 1965, tried to walk across the bridge

never mad it home alive

first they got beaten down by the sheriff’s hand,

then they got shot down by the klan

they never made it home alive.

sitting home in Detroit, watching her TV show,

heard the news about Selma, she says she's got to go.

packed her bags, drove all day and all night.

gonna go down to Selma gonna fight the good fight.

but she never made it home alive.

this is for the ones who never made it home alive.

call em martyrs if you want to, we don't mind

Hot Diggety ( from "Front Seat Solidarity")

These old arms of mine,
poppin and crackin all the time
they can't pick up what they should pick up
makes me depressed sometimes
these dang knees that I've got on
somebody must've put em on wrong
I can't really depend on em
I can't walk halfa mile on em
I've got one ear that I can't hear from
got a wrist that needs a little work done
when I talk my jaw gets locked up
I wake up and some mornings it's frozen
and now I'm old and crookedy
and I ain't even turned 30 yet
well my daddy died when he was 47, I'm right behind
he had his problems and I got mine
my danged ol back, she's out of whack
I got headaches that could knock out a horse
and I've got some mental problems of course
people used to say I was so thin
the bones are gonna pop right out of my skin
one night I was running from the cops
and I hopped a fence and my ankle went pop

I'm feeling old and crookedy

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