The I Love Jello Biafra Corner

[tKl]

Here are the lyrics of my favorite Jello song, one from the first Lard album. I think this song covers so many of the political and mind-control topics we discuss here - it's why I get defensive of him.

I can't find the song online, but one should read these lyrics either way...

Lard Pineapple Face lyrics

Red alert from the Dairy Queen
To Vatican from Panama City

Yeh, yeh

Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal
Hey, lemme crash at your place for a while

Yeh, yeh

I know I've shot your priests full of holes
But you forgave the guy who shot you
I'm being persecuted, man
Let me in, let me in

Yeh, yeh

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
Dignity battalions terrify and rule the streets
Pictures of the Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeeps

When the mouse that roared
Bites the elephant that feeds
Ringmster cracks
20,000 whips

Yeh, yeh

All I did was double-cross the CIA
G.E. and Lockheed do that every day

Yeh, Aw yeh

The Gringoes siezed all my pottery frogs
And teddy beaars dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear

Sex with boys and girls in my chopper high in the sky
When kinder gentler bombs
Explode in thousand points of light

Cara de Pina-Muere, muere
Cara de Pina-Muere, muere
Corrupto, asesino
Asesino

The Place is surrounded
I can't get away
Even sent the Stealth bomber
Just to prove it'll fly
For Yankee teen anguish
Use Pineapple Face
As American as where Coca Cola got its name

Yeh, oh yeh

I promise, monsignor, you can trust me
I'll even goon tour with David Crosby

Yeh, yeh

Forgive me, kids, drugs ruined my life
I'll even tell 'em condoms make you go blind

Yeh, yeh

Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Can't show my face, can't show my face
Can't show my face, or they'll tear it away

Cara de Pina-Muere, muere
Cara de Pina-Muere, muere
Corrupto, asesino
Asesino

Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
Hafta wonder if this guy really exists
Who in their right mind would pose for Time Magazine
Frosted thumb in mouth, slicing his birthday cake with a machete

Cara de Pina-Muere, muere
Cara de Pina-Muere, muere
Corrupto, asesino
Asesino

Ding dong the witch is dead
More warm up in Uncle Sam's bullpen
Cartoon boogeyman to keep people scared
I believe every word 'cos the truth is too weird
Who framed Roger Rabbit
Who framed Khaddafi then blew up his kid
nothing to do now but spill the beans
Florida here I come

Yeh

[lunarose]

the dk's always remind me of rock against reagan in 1984, here in san francisco. my sis and i went, and every punk or freak you'd see sprinkled here and there in various bay area neighborhoods was gathered all in one place, under the california sun and surrounded by highrises studded with secret service sharpshooters. it was beautiful watching all the young men somersaulting off the sound equipment and into the crowd. every so often a bunch of cop cars and motorcycles would speed past our 'free speech' enclosure, protecting some black windowed limousine with tiny american flags on the fenders.

there were way too few toilets, so the punk girls invaded the men's room, much to the consternation of various party factotums. when we took bart back to the suburbs, we had to call our girlfriend to bring us enough money to pay our way out of the system. it was a great time.

[Truth4Youth]

Ministry + Jello Biafra = FUCKING AWESOMENESS aka Lard

[tKl]

Ministry + Jello Biafra = FUCKING AWESOMENESS aka Lard

Oh, it makes my blood boil in that good way, right in the gut. The Last Temptation of Reid has to be my favorite Lard album, with Forkboy being my favorite track.

A fork is a cold shiny tool
To pierce, tear and ingest
Whoever has the fork in hand
Controls the meal of its choice
We're told the first few punctures
They're for our own good
Better carved up in pieces
Than blown up in the oven

...

We came
We peed
We conquered
You bleed
The choice:
Fork Boy
Or finger food
Ugly joy
What does it replace?
Why wait
When you can eat
Yourself alive today





Questions:

Who is "Reid"?

Does anybody like "Prairie Home Invasion"?