The lyrics to Beer Scud Blues as they are printed in the lyric sheet on the album (unreleased vinyl):
Beer Scud Blues 2:43
lead vocal: rr
basic track recorded live at O.T. Prices, Santa Cruz, CA
over-dubs: none
Full moon skiddin' cross the scud in the sky
Mud blood guts and beer spillin' on the rye
Hot tub hair a hangin' like moss from a tree
Smells like Texas clear up to my knee
Mouth harp's a whinin' 'bout a girl back home
Pianer player's tears clean the ivory bone
Feller from Cleveland's got some stinkin' weed
Smokes it in the bathroom and it hasn't got a seed
Drinkin' and a thinkin' and a prancin' and a dancin'
Tryin' to rope a heifer's like gamblin' and a chancin'
Barkeep says he's gotta close up tight
Take it home, try tomorrow, don't get in a fight
Headin' down the highway, headlights on the moon
Thinkin' 'bout movin' to Montana in june
In bed all alone i turn the lights down dim
Roller coaster rivers take me for a swim
Dreamin' of a Dallas whore sittin' on the throne
The whole damn world wants to hear her moan
"Gimme mud an' gimme blood and gimme guts an' beer"
She shouts it out atop the pot for all the world to hear
But when she pulls the handle, the bathroom starts to shake
Walls are a crumblin', it's a California quake
Wake up in a sweat, got a tear in my eye
Full moon skiddin' cross the scud in the sky
It is sung on the record ALMOST verbatim to the above lyrics, with a couple background vocals lines added.
It was Aloha and Chris who shocked their father's fans in November 1991 when they announced that he was born in Enid, Oklahoma at 11:11 am on December 4th.
Here is what some of the readers of this newsgroup said: ------------------------------------------------------------ ~From: pvezina@uvmark.uucp (Philippe Vezina)
There are many favorite solos but here are my top five (not necessarily in any order):
1 - Carolina Hardcore Ecstacy
2 - Rat Tormago
3 - Muffin Man
4 - Yo' Mama
5 - Watermelon in Easter Hay
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The ending air guitar solo from `Don't you ever wash that thing?' (Roxy & E)
The solo from `Big Swifty' (YCDTOSA #1)
The solo from `Inca Roads' (BBYNHIYL; it sounds _so_ relaxed)
`Were we ever really safe in San Antonio?' (Air Guitar; this must be the second solo from `Drowning Witch')
O yes, let's not forget the one from `Purple Lagoon' (Live in NY)
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~From: ken@claris.com (Ken Walter)
"The Ocean Is the Ultimate Solution" on "Sleep Dirt" is one of my favorites.
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~From: sande@Elkraft.Unit.NO (Gorm Sande)
One of my favourites:
The solo on "Truck driver's divorce" on YCDTOSAM vol. 4
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~From: belas@comb1.comb.umd.edu (BOB AT COMB)
My own favorite is "Treacherous cretins" with "Watermelons in Easter Hay" as a very close runner up.
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~From: reavie@bldghsc.lan1.umanitoba.ca (Keir Reavie)
I'd have to toss it up between the studio versions of Movin' to Montana or Pajama People. As well as the solos, Ronnie had great air bands behind him on both of these.
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~From: sweet@skat.usc.edu (Rob Sweet)
I can't believe that no one has mentioned one of the most relentless air guitar solos played by anybody, RAT TOMAGO! I love to hear this at a volume that is just below the threshold where the speaker coils are ready to weld together.
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~From: the.evil.prince@suzyscreamcheeze.altcit.eskimo.com
Man there are so many but one over looked one has got to be The air solo on Stuff up the cracks! man it is just so freaking hot. He scorches it! People don't recognize that one because of the nature of the Ruben album, but for sheer fire and for the "middle finger" rating as Ronnie might put it - man it's way up there. The "Whole lotta love" solo on Lather was also an exhibit of air pyrotechnique' by the man. God this is crazy because there are literally so many!!!!!
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~From: hank@sound.music.mcgill.ca (Hank Knox)
Yo Mama is definately a great air solo; I would also nominate the amazing air solo from The Ocean is the Ultimate Solution (Sleep Dirt), and the air solo from Filthy Habits (Sleep Dirt). Then there is the air solo from the Best Band You Never Heard, from the Torture Never Stops (thanks to Diane for sending me back to listen to that one again: amazing!).
Give me a few days w/my cd player: there's bound to be a zillion more...
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~From: harring@helios.phy.ohiou.edu (Peter B. Harrington)
My vote for the best air solo at this time is the "Whipping Post" air solo from Them or Us. I also like "Truck Driver Divorce, both live and studio," and don't forget "Black Napkins" on YCDTOSA vol 6. So in a minute I can think of 4 hottest air solos. Better sign off before I think of anymore. Well, one more how about "Oh No" on make a Jazz Noise.
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~From: jhon@cix.compulink.co.uk (Jon Bradley)
Hot fave Air Solos :
The Deathless Horsie [cos it's cute]
Why Johnny Can't Read [listen to this *really* loud]
Both from Shut Up and Play Yer Air Guitar
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~From: scm@watson.ibm.com (Scott Morrison)
My nominee for best air solo is Yo Mama from the Sheik Yerbouti album. This piece is an incredible composition, that could stand on its own, without the surrounding song. This is much less true, IMHO, of many of the solos on Air Guitar, and the Shut Up series.
My runners up include:
Watermelon In Easter Hay (Joe's Garage)
What's New In Baltimore (RR Meets the Mothers of Prevention)
Ship Ahoy (Shut Up and Play Yer Air Guitar)
Son of Mr. Green Jeans (Hot Rats)
This is not the poem i wrote for Thanksgiving but it is the poem i just wrote
Slabor of Lub
Oh, how i slabored for your love
delaybered and jaybird for yer gov
I even flavored your belabored glove
I writ and i quit and i writ smore
I print and i sprint and i copy galore
I even threw a fit soze i could git l'amour
Darken, lighten, reduce and indent
Hearken, brighten, deduce and tint
This laboratory love is so circumspent
Oh, how i slabored for your nub
beneighbored and trailered fer yer grub
I even savored your disfavor wid my stub
Oh, how i slabored for your love
Ode to Work
Thou annointest me with praise and promotion,
Thou favorest me with perk and party,
Thy paycheck and thine project are mine.
Oh, how sweet the scent of thy sweat -
The blessed perspiration of thy success.
Tis from the bosom of thy factories that i drink.
Oh, work, i find myself in thee and thee in me.
My days are made full and my nights rest full because of thee.
Mine hands are filled with pleasure at thy touch.
Yeah, toil and struggle are rewarded bi-weekly and with bonus,
Thou transformest my labor into gaseous vapors vent from volvos,
Mine actions into rent offerings unto the Lords of the Land.
Unto thee i come daily and in sleep i dream of thee.
Know thee me not ?
Hast thou not kept me and fed me lo these years ?
Ah, Lord of Labor, know this -
Tis i that have fattened you,
Tis i that spent my soul for thy fortune.
Yet, give me pause this day to thank you.
For twas my gift, my labor of love.
And i have fathered for you many products.
So let us take our luncheon long and lay beneath the sun.
Twas labor in painful pleasure that brought us forth,
And we, in labor, bear both sweet and bitter fruit.
As for the kids, they're doing great ! Chris is attending school regularly and keeping out of trouble as best he can. Aloha is busy with planning and coordinating school activities and keeping up her good grades. Willow is talking up a storm and amazing us daily.
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I am in a spontaneous guerrilla NoiseMusic band with Rob Brezsny called "Effusive Effluvium". We appear, spontaneously, on the streets of urban centers and make NoiseMusic. I play sheet metal and metal chains.
Most recently I have formed a Poster Punk band with Marty and Jamie called The Problematics. We don't actually perform, we just make flyers and posters of our non-existent gigs and albums and setlists. Our first album, "Opie's Eyes", contains the hit singles:
"Welcome to Dog Shit City"
"Ronnie's Got a Magic Ass"
"Straight-Edge Interpretation"
"Swimming in the Bike Lane"
"Concrete Pillow"
"Skanky Chicken"
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