“I appreciate you guys coming, I’m..we’re competing against Coldplay tonight…I heard Coldplay’s in town. Hey listen…fuckin’ Coldplay opened for us…in london…about 7 years ago. Fuck Coldplay.

Fuckin’ cold.

Tommy Keene says fuck Coldplay.”

-Bob Pollard, 3/31/2006

And when man gained dominion
Over land and the oceans
He began to harm the planet
With his asphalt and his toxins
And to lay the forest bare
And to poison even the air
And he killed every beast
And taught the seas how to bleed

Burned by the fire we make,
What a shame

Then the winds gave in
And the rain knew no season
And the sun came to beat
On a land of sand and diseases
And when god looked down
On the earth and saw it was broken
Then the tears of god fell down
Through a hole in the ozone

Burned by the fire we make
What a shame

This is the nature of the human race
To kill off anything that gets in our way
Poor mother earth we disfigured her face
Man is the maker of his own disgrace

Burned by the fire we make
What a shame

-Adrian Belew

How many reach out to see
I’ll hide it
And I stow it all away
You reach out to me
In a moment
Sustain
But I wanted to reach you
Elected to greet you now
Did you know?

This strange one gathers the sea
A harvest of clean thinking
What does she get
She owes it to me
At the moment
It explodes
Like an army on horses
Original forces, now

Whether or not you see them move
Distance discovers patterns
Coming up close but far away
But known to crush and crumble schools
We’re new discovery channel’s fools
Who burst in flames
Who cancel out
Who phase out

Under skies dark with alienation
We exchange love like radiation
Under skies dark with alienation
We exchange love like radiation

How many reach out to see
I’ll hide it and
I’ll stow it all away
You reach out to me in a moment
Sustain
But I wanted to reach you
But elected to greet you

Let me tell you a story
Conclusive, based on fact
Long ago in the morning
She left did not come back
I don’t really care anymore
I don’t really care anymore
Change the days into nights
And you will know when the feeling is right
This tale is too long
The plot is weak and the characters wrong
I don’t really care anymore
I don’t really care anymore
But she changed my life
I thought she loved me
And I will pray for you
You’ll see the truth
Cause that’s how it’s got to be
Oh oh oh yeah ooh
Let me tell you a story
About the way she was
Let me tell you a story
About the way she was

If I live through the night, I could be all right
It’ll make a good song or something
I’ve been trying to give myself reasons to live
But I really can’t think of one thing

I drive around
I walk around in circles
‘Cause I’ve got no sense of direction
I guess I’ve got no sense at all

All the umbrellas in London couldn’t stop this rain
And all the dope in New York couldn’t kill this pain
And all the money in Tokyo couldn’t make me stay
All the umbrellas in London couldn’t stop this rain

I don’t cry anymore, I walk out the door
And I usually keep on walking
I may sit in a bar where the cocktails are
But I really don’t feel like talking

I ride around
And let the darkness fall
Cause I’ve got a sense of perfection
And nothing else makes sense at all….

“I’m gonna tell you what. I’ve been around for 45 years on this planet of ours, and there is nothing more fun than rock and roll and alcohol.

That’s the most fun shit there is. Beyond sex even. So we’re doing what we want to do.

Aren’t you jealous we get to do what the fuck we want to do? You can boo me if you want. I’ll stick my dick in your mouth if you do.

What’s this? It means you need a beer, ok. Just show me his ID and he gets a beer. Alright…alright…What am I, the goddamn bartender? Now I’m a bartender. Alright man, we gotta move along, it’s a festival. Ain’t got time to fucking bullshit. Ok…no…no…bullshit. This is a song off Universal Truths and Cycles called Christian Animation Torch Carriers, yeah.”

-Robert Pollard, Goose Island Festival 2003

As proudly we watch
Because yes you would
Her birth is spirit
Incoming creepshow

Because yes you would
Get away to get there
To avoid slaughter
And now you’re this old

So what do I tell ‘em?
And I’ll never forget what you told me
You said “tell ‘em the old man is coming down”

All you Redsux fans can shut your fucking mouths right about now, ok?

It’s early in the season. I would be worried if the Yankees were whooping your asses right now…we’ll make it count when it counts.

OK, fuckers?