Okay,
Lamby, this is a weird thing. I was trying to find some information about Judas Iscariot when I came across this band called
Lambchop. Isn't that strange? This picture is the front and back of a 7" record cover. I swear I starting having flashbacks to
ROOM 303
when I read the words to "Soaky in the Pooper". And I've never even been there!
Soaky In the Pooper/Two Kittens Don't Make a Puppy
(Merge 066) 1994
Soaky in the Pooper
Soaky in the Pooper
Standing in a stupor by the tank
better call the super
as I grip the towel rack for strength
studied all these cracks before
stuff the towel beneath the door
crawling up all upon the floor
and wait for it to pass
Hear the faucet dripping
as his brain is slipping into mud
man I think he's tripping
better pull his head out of the bowl
and as the ceiling starts to bleed
he carefully begins to read
the label on the toilet seat
it's like warning of some kind
As his face turns bluish
and his eyes roll back into his head
the funeral was Jewish
all the mourners traveled in one car
they remembered he had said
you're never lonely when you're dead
and as the final rights were read
the angels start to sing
Soaky in the pooper
From
http://lambchop.info/main.html:
Here's the official biographical listing of Lambchop as on the Merge Records Homepage:
"Lambchop is Nashville's most (bleep)-up country band. They aren't influenced by country music--they influence country music. Their music is even smoother than Del Reeves, and they have more musicians than Tanya Tucker's bathroom antics: two guitars, one bass, two drummers, pedal steel guitar, open-end wrenches, lacquer-thinner can, organ, xylophone, euphonium, trombone, baritone sax, trumpet, clarinet, bongoes, resonating metal square, and a vanilla extract bottle. Although they strive to be truly Nashville, they are virtually ignored in Nashville. In a town where every No. 1 single is recognized with a splashy Billboard overlooking the offices on Music Row, they labor quietly and diligently, waiting for the day when someone--Tony Brown, Aubrey Mayhew, Faith Hill--will return their phone calls or sexual advances. Chet Atkins may have turned his back on country music, but Lambchop haven't. As they discreetly continue to develop the New Nashville Sound in recording studios all across Music City, they know the day will come when the deadbeat moms and dads of country music will fess up and recognize their illegitimate children as the true inheritors of country music."
Actually, I think this sounds like my type of band.
Er.., I just listened to a couple of sound clips.
Maybe not quite me. But not bad.