Here they skewer the Mo-Town "image" of female sub-servience. They are fully capable of "satisfying" themselves without any....Tenptations or Four Tops. This was a brilliant slice of sly yet endearing "thumbing of the nose" surrounding the culture of punk rock at this moment in time.
Donna tucked her cat tail in for cruising in the Philippines' him/her land of animalitarianism that made large women larger to convince their shriveled-ball Occidental codgers to remain alien-isle lodgers.
Thrill of First Lifetime “Look Nancy,” Nancy's favorite lover said, “the cheap shit is now cheaper than ever. Come into the wren aviary where the cheap shit is!” Nancy incautiously lifted her left leg hock to display what she's had done surgically to her vagina. “That's nice, clean work,” her favorite lover said, “I saw a lot of that during the Olympics.”
When my cruddy teeth are encrusted I brush the crud off with Crest while working drainward with this golden cake of soap called Zest Like a woman on public assistance I refuse to let my choppers rest There was a time when talk of quiz was a precursor to an Iowa test My basic skills are determinedly under-cutting my housewife guest whose stems run north to her malignant tissue free mammae breast In movies shooting orphans with high-powered rifles is done in jest 'cause in Amerika making ammunition is what wage-slaves do best
People who give a shit are the people I want to get shit from. Folks who wipe often are the ones I wanna live with in peaceful harmony till I crap out from a terribly painful disease transmitted by rodents.
My Loving Tribute to Martin Luther King, III O rounded, Negro boy child with your tangled, curlicue hair, you have come to deliver us from murky water into clear air. Your dad Michael was shot by the C.I.A. to make him dead on a motel balcony that was 15 feet from his soft, motel bed. Now it's your turn to make right in Atlanta what is wrong in Bible verse psalm and through Negro spiritual song.
Midnight's the noon of nightmares, the gloom before fork & twig, spoon
& cold-cut. Bridgett loved Burney plenty & she'd go anyplace he said to.
i love this band so fucking much!!!!!!!!! one day i hope to make art that makes some feel the way i do when i listen to theses girls!!!!!
My favourite band back then. ..what's happened to that half french singer, ramona ?
She became a teacher. just recently retired i understand.
Eleanor Roosevelt writes to a woman: “Last night when I spread the turkey's
legs to cram in bread stuffing...oh well, you know what I'm getting at.”
Quite a catchy little tune from Ramona and her girls.
I wonder if she was the one the Ramones sang about...
Here they skewer the Mo-Town "image" of female sub-servience. They are fully capable of "satisfying" themselves without any....Tenptations or Four Tops. This was a brilliant slice of sly yet endearing "thumbing of the nose" surrounding the culture of punk rock at this moment in time.
Donna tucked her cat tail in for cruising in the Philippines' him/her
land of animalitarianism that made large women larger to convince
their shriveled-ball Occidental codgers to remain alien-isle lodgers.
Thrill of First Lifetime
“Look Nancy,” Nancy's favorite lover said, “the cheap shit is now cheaper than ever. Come into the wren aviary where the cheap shit is!” Nancy incautiously lifted her left leg hock to display what she's had done surgically to her vagina. “That's nice, clean work,” her favorite lover said, “I saw a lot of that during the Olympics.”
When my cruddy teeth are encrusted I brush the crud off with Crest
while working drainward with this golden cake of soap called Zest
Like a woman on public assistance I refuse to let my choppers rest
There was a time when talk of quiz was a precursor to an Iowa test
My basic skills are determinedly under-cutting my housewife guest
whose stems run north to her malignant tissue free mammae breast
In movies shooting orphans with high-powered rifles is done in jest
'cause in Amerika making ammunition is what wage-slaves do best
They have medication for that now, perhaps you should have a go.
𝗢𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘇𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘆, 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗸-
𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝟰°-𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁; 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁.
People who give a shit are the people I want to get shit from. Folks
who wipe often are the ones I wanna live with in peaceful harmony
till I crap out from a terribly painful disease transmitted by rodents.
My Loving Tribute to Martin Luther King, III
O rounded, Negro boy child with your tangled, curlicue hair,
you have come to deliver us from murky water into clear air.
Your dad Michael was shot by the C.I.A. to make him dead
on a motel balcony that was 15 feet from his soft, motel bed.
Now it's your turn to make right in Atlanta what is wrong
in Bible verse psalm and through Negro spiritual song.
What the hell?