Little bastard!
You look like a rat!
Stop looking at me!
Marmoset aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

So in other words if I just wing it with the vocals nobody's gonna call me on it

Marsupialized wrote:If anyone has a clue as to the lyrics for 'Dutch Courage' lemmie know as I am proposing it as a new cover to attempt

Matthew got it pretty much right:

rapeman wrote:I gotta thank you Carl, you really made my night.

If it starts at the Leaders, it ends up wrong.

Gotta thank you Carl, even though you're queer
She's a married gal.
When you set me, set me up ya, really made my night.

When it starts at the Leaders it ends up wrong.
(repeat as and where necessary)

Song is about the neighborhood old man bar called Leader Liquors near my old house, and Carl, the grumpy bartender. There's one like it in every neighborhood, or their used to be. I saw a lot of amazing stuff happen there. I saw a dwarf pull a pistol on a lady who wouldn't dance with him. Major makeouts happened in the corner booths there between the strangest looking couples imaginable. There was a broken-down pickup truck out back that was used as a secondary urinal in the summer. A dead homeless guy was found in the truck one morning apparently, but the truck stayed.

The Leader (usually made plural possessive as "Your Leaders'" as is the Chicago idiom) was where I took any visiting dignitaries for a taste of the local color, but after several chaotic episodes, it became a rule of thumb that it was okay to finish your evening at the Leader, but if an evening started there, it would end-up wrong.

steve wrote:Matthew got it pretty much right

Finally, the Sig he's been waiting for.

The glorious refrain at the end of "Superpussy" is truly a thing of wonder, although my hollering it out during sex has prematurely ended more than one promising relationship. Fortunately, most goats don't seem to understand english.

Marsupialized wrote:Plant eating pussy

steve wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:If anyone has a clue as to the lyrics for 'Dutch Courage' lemmie know as I am proposing it as a new cover to attempt

Matthew got it pretty much right:

rapeman wrote:I gotta thank you Carl, you really made my night.

If it starts at the Leaders, it ends up wrong.

Gotta thank you Carl, even though you're queer
She's a married gal.
When you set me, set me up ya, really made my night.

When it starts at the Leaders it ends up wrong.
(repeat as and where necessary)

Song is about the neighborhood old man bar called Leader Liquors near my old house, and Carl, the grumpy bartender. There's one like it in every neighborhood, or their used to be. I saw a lot of amazing stuff happen there. I saw a dwarf pull a pistol on a lady who wouldn't dance with him. Major makeouts happened in the corner booths there between the strangest looking couples imaginable. There was a broken-down pickup truck out back that was used as a secondary urinal in the summer. A dead homeless guy was found in the truck one morning apparently, but the truck stayed.

The Leader (usually made plural possessive as "Your Leaders'" as is the Chicago idiom) was where I took any visiting dignitaries for a taste of the local color, but after several chaotic episodes, it became a rule of thumb that it was okay to finish your evening at the Leader, but if an evening started there, it would end-up wrong.

Thanks man

Marsupialized wrote:

steve wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:If anyone has a clue as to the lyrics for 'Dutch Courage' lemmie know as I am proposing it as a new cover to attempt

Matthew got it pretty much right:

rapeman wrote:I gotta thank you Carl, you really made my night.

If it starts at the Leaders, it ends up wrong.

Gotta thank you Carl, even though you're queer
She's a married gal.
When you set me, set me up ya, really made my night.

When it starts at the Leaders it ends up wrong.
(repeat as and where necessary)

Song is about the neighborhood old man bar called Leader Liquors near my old house, and Carl, the grumpy bartender. There's one like it in every neighborhood, or their used to be. I saw a lot of amazing stuff happen there. I saw a dwarf pull a pistol on a lady who wouldn't dance with him. Major makeouts happened in the corner booths there between the strangest looking couples imaginable. There was a broken-down pickup truck out back that was used as a secondary urinal in the summer. A dead homeless guy was found in the truck one morning apparently, but the truck stayed.

The Leader (usually made plural possessive as "Your Leaders'" as is the Chicago idiom) was where I took any visiting dignitaries for a taste of the local color, but after several chaotic episodes, it became a rule of thumb that it was okay to finish your evening at the Leader, but if an evening started there, it would end-up wrong.

Thanks man

Yeah, really, Steve, thank you. This is one of my all-time favorites.

I have a version which I describe here where it seems like you're saying "You ought to marry off, you know." Is that wrong?

And is this real?

The Steve Albini Lyrics Project wrote:[MONDAY AUGUST 12 - AT HOME
Wanted to barbecue, but it was raining. Went to the Leader with Nate, Sant and Bataille. We toasted the wisdom of dying with your boots on, and I even drank two shots of Jack. Nate couldn't believe it. Cool pervert bartender at the Leader. He'll sell you beers for a buck apiece, or a six- pack for three bucks, so after three beers, you get three free. Weird. His favorite phrase is, "What the fuck do you want?"

Was it Georges Batailles the famous existentialist pervert? Heh.

Wow, the Steve Albini Lyrics Project. What are these people, obsessed? Uhhh...

Salut, Steve, for this of brilliance song that was for to make my high school year so much to the more bearable!

I still can't believe Steve drank two shots of Jack. Those were wild days.

What about Big Black lyrics?