📄 Transcript [show]
Hello everybody listening in skid row studios.com.
I'm your host Des Cadet and we're gonna fucking blast off god damn it.
So if you listened to our last show it was a very uh fuck you valentine's day kind of thing.
Um my valentine's day went really well actually I don't know about yours but I went to two strip clubs and only spent about 40 bucks which was good for me being at a strip club you know kind of thing's no limit usually.
Anyways um good times had on valentine's day weird times had on valentine's day if nothing that day was very entertaining and I still stand by my original statement go fuck yourself if you had a good valentine's day because uh I really don't give a fuck until I'm getting the day off from work to celebrate a fucking day of paper mache hearts then you know you'll get some fucking sympathy from you for your when nothing happened today bullshit.
So that's just where I stand on it.
I welcome you know you!
I'm not big into valentine's day.
Yeah.
My boyfriend tried to make it romantic but my hamster was sick so I had to go to the pet store and buy medicine instead.
Oh your poor hamster is he recovering?
She's recovering but she had a very serious life-threatening illness that most hamsters don't recover from.
Oh my gosh.
Yeah.
Is she okay now?
She's okay now.
She's on the way.
I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh.
Better.
No it's cool I mean I I don't know I got the hamster but I'm not sure if I'm gonna get it.
I'm not sure if I'm gonna get it.
I'm not sure if I'm gonna get it.
I'm not sure if I'm gonna get it.
I'm not sure if I'm gonna get it.
No . . .
it's this thing called wet tail sounds interesting it's extreme diarrhea oh poor little hamster most of them die of dehydration so i've been syringe feeding her pedialyte and a baby cereal oh you're a good pet mama mindy oh i could let the little thing die but then you'd be sad and have to find a shoebox that wouldn't be too big or too small yeah that's always the worst part about small pets dying i think well i mean there's plenty of other things that are horrible about it as well i'm not i'm not heartless but you know you hate valentine's day but you like little creatures i love little creatures i like squirrels squirrels are cute i like all marsupials i like even little turtles sometimes you know although they get big i've seen some stay around for quite a while and they were just teeny teeny little turtles and then they went and got huge yeah my sister had a turtle it was a cool little guy cool well we're gonna play some music for you and i'm gonna play a block of stuff and today we're gonna talk about the wonderful city that we live in which is called los angeles and so a lot of these songs remind me of los angeles for some reason um and traveling out of los angeles which is something that we're gonna talk about me doing pretty soon which is i'm actually you know leaving in like three or four days so it'll be interesting so uh here's a here's a beginning of the playlist and um we're gonna start you out with some turbo negro with hello darkness!
so who would know?
here we go hello darkness hello oslo tokyo back again my dear old friend just drop down just drop in to see you again hello darkness where have you been?
hello darkness god it's good to see you god it's good to have you back again my dear old friend yeah this will never end it's been a while but i'm still your child please forgive me i'll make amends i'll make you smile hello darkness hello darkness hello darkness where have you been?
hello darkness hello darkness god it's good to see you god it's good to have you back again my dear old friend my dear old friend yeah this will never end yeah my old friend my dear old friend darkness it never ends it never ends it never ends it never ends it never ends it never ends it never ends it never ends hello so who would know here we go hello darkness hello oslo tokyo back again my dear old friend did you shoot your .
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You can't fuck with this You can't fuck with this You can't fuck with this Cause y'all fucking won't win Stay away from the chilly verde Unless you wanna get blown away Drink the spider with a little respect It take the heat, it gonna bite fast Blast off at Cape Canaveral Toilet seat is a launching pad Blast off at Cape Canaveral Four, three, two, one Blast off Can't make a noise or a thing to avoid Unless you wanna burn in that void We'll be laughing and rolling on the floor When we hear screaming through that door Blast off at Cape Canaveral All systems go Blast off at Cape Canaveral Four, three, two, one Blast off . . .
Shh, shh, shh, you can hear them, you can hear them.
No, no, listen, you can hear them.
Jalapeno, habanero, burning all y'all, jaramero, piquidoo, and vindaloo.
They're gonna get ya, they're gonna get ya too.
And all those red stings in the compound, don't say I didn't warn you now.
Take the time to pick them out, or the spider gets drowsy and it's time to count down.
Blast off at Cape Canaveral.
Blast off at Cape Canaveral.
Blast off at Cape Canaveral.
We have a problem.
Blast off at Cape Canaveral.
Now four, three, two, one, blast off. . .
The war that's coming out from my head It never feels the same on other land When it all means our heads I give up and I'll wait Please don't stop the problem Or forget Close the door and try to Embrace the need Reach the night of the long Look inside I'll always call my friend Together and alone Save the moment and it Is the time I'll be here today All alone today All alone today All alone today All alone today All alone today So let's go take it The same old chance We've all lost our lives With my dirty brain And I have no reason To try to end this shit We've all been screaming Shouting to the world Dirty brain You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know You know I never feel the same old heartedness I didn't mean to hurt I give up and I'll wait Please don't solve the problem I'm so forget I can't stand it anymore I will be today I'll stay I'll never go away I'll be out today One more day So let me out again The same old changes Before I pass it all I'll finish my death's grave Without a lonely man That takes the wind and shade Before he screams and shouts It's been long and slain So let me out again This little gemstone Before he screams and shouts It's been long and slain Without a lonely man That takes the wind and shade Before he screams and shouts It's been long and slain . . .
blend of Hello Darkness with Turbo Negro, The Descendants with Blast Off, and Monotonics with I Can't Take It Anymore.
Because you know what?
I'm fucking over LA right now.
I'm ready to get the fuck out of this town and just kind of explore the greater United States and maybe Canada.
And I think I'm going to do that.
So if you see any posts from fucking Canada, you know why.
Because I got tired of it and I wanted to get out.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm just, I love being on the road.
I don't know.
I like being a roadie.
And as soon as I found out that was what I loved, I never wanted to do anything else.
So I'm kind of getting that opportunity.
I'm going to be going out with a band called Wild Roses and they're opening up for the Swinging Utters, direct support.
So we're going to have lots of fun on the road.
So this is a week that I'm just going to be having a good old time, really taking it.
And I'm going to be in LA and absorbing it because fuck, who knows when the next time I'm going to see it is.
And, you know, I always think that when I'm about to leave on these things that, oh man, I'm going to miss everyone.
I'm going to miss everything.
I'm going to miss fucking all the parties going on.
And you know what?
I always find that I don't, I don't miss the goddamn thing.
I don't even want to come back.
Half the time I'm like, fuck, this is so awesome.
It's just two or forever.
Who knows?
Maybe I'll get my wish.
You don't know.
I don't know.
Nobody knows.
It's the beauty of it.
Um, so here we are.
Skid Row Studios.
Call in.
We are live at the moment at 1-800-893-9562.
And, uh, if you have any tour stories you want to share, um, if you have any requests, I don't think I will play them, but you can call in and try anyway.
You know, take a roll of the dice.
Who knows?
I might just have it.
I might just feel like it.
If you call in with some fucking Britney Spears requests, I'm just going to tell you right now, don't, don't even fucking dial.
Don't even fucking dial.
So let's play some more music because I want to hear some more music.
I'm going to play some music that reminds me of, you know, traveling and being out with bands, especially bands that I like.
It's important to kind of like bands that you're with.
I mean, not always.
Sometimes Stockholm syndrome sets in early and halfway through the run, you're like, God damn, this is awesome.
Uh, sometimes that's not the case and it's the worst, you know, four to eight weeks of your life.
But who knows?
This is, I think that this one I'm going on is going to be fucking rad.
I'm so stoked.
I get to see all sorts of awesome new things that I haven't seen yet.
So I'm looking forward to it.
Uh, let's play a song now about linoleum.!
I'm not crazy.
Well, that's not true.
I've got a bed and a guitar and a dog and a bobble pisses on my floor.
That's right, I got a floor.
So what?
So what?
So what?
I've got buckets full of Kleenex and linen holes where everything is put into me.
Just seems to fall right down my neck and onto the floor.
My closest friend, linoleum, linoleum supports my head.
Give me something to believe.
That's me on the beachside coming to sin.
Metal meter in my hand.
Sporting a bucket full of change.
That's me on the street with a fire and under my chin.
Laying with a grin.
Singing gibberish.
That's me on the back of the bus.
That's me in the cell.
That's me inside your head.
That's me inside your head.
That's me inside your head.
She said I'll throw myself away.
They're just photos after all.
I can't make you hang around.
I can't make you hang around.
I can't wash you off my skin.
Outside the frame.
This word we're leaving out.
You won't remember it away.
I can go with the flow.
Don't say it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter anymore.
It doesn't matter anymore.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I can go with the flow.
You believe it in your head.
It's so safe to play along.
Little soldiers in row.
Falling in and out of love.
Something sweet to throw away.
I want something good to die for.
To make it beautiful to live.
I want a new mistake.
Lose this thought that hesitates.
Do you believe it in your head?
I can't make you hang around.
You believe it in your head.
You believe it in your head.
You believe it in your head.
You believe it in your head.
It doesn't matter It doesn't matter anymore I can go With the flow You believe it in your head You believe it in your head You believe it in your head You believe it in your head You believe it in your head You believe it in your head You believe it in your head You believe it in your head She bought a ticket on the midnight train She said she's gotta go into her own bag That was six years ago on this very night And I ain't never ever seen her again Where did she go?
I don't know Where did she stay?
I can't say Is she coming back?
I don't know She went away She went away For that hot holiday I guess she never ever ever coming back I took the floor for that little girl I went to Hong Kong The music And France I went up and down And north and south And east and west And all around And did the naked hula dance Where did she go?
I don't know Where did she stay?
I can't say Is she coming back?
I don't know Where did she go?
She went away She went away For that hot holiday I guess she never ever coming back Where did she go?
She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away She went away I guess it's time or that I just let it go.
She up and thought was sure.
Just don't walk right out the door.
But there's still one thing I want to know.
Where did she go?
What did she say?
It's coming back.
I don't know what my day's like.
Oh, well, she went away.
Oh, well, now I look dead.
I guess she's never, ever, ever coming back.
I guess she's never, ever, ever coming back.
I guess she's never, ever, ever coming back.
I guess she's never, ever, ever coming back.
The things that I've got.
The things that I'm not.
I need you, I need you, I need you to care.
When I'm moving, it's soothing to know that you're there.
And when I get home, I can breathe you like heady fresh air.
For as long as I dare.
Honey, I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
For I stand on dry land.
For a minute, I feel sick.
And then I have to start moving again.
From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille.
I sat on a platform or next to the wheel.
I haven't got space on this postcard to say how I feel.
But that was the deal.
I miss you.
I miss you.
But I don't ask your help.
When I'm out on the road, I look out for myself.
I look after my guitar, my clothes, and my wallet, and my health.
And nothing else.
Honey, I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
For I stand on dry land.
For a minute, I feel sick.
And then I have to start moving again.
For a minute, I feel sick.
And then I have to start moving . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Well, what do you want me to say when I'm this far away?
And you don't know where I am.
Well, you're not the only one.
Well, I'm lost and I'm gone away.
Oh, darling, now pluck us me out.
And I don't even know where you are.
Oh, darling, now pluck us me out.
And I don't even know who you are anymore.
Honey, I'm sorry, but I've got my ceiling.
It's again.
If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick.
And then I have to start moving again.
That was Sea Legs with Frank Turner.
Um.
I love that song.
I love Frank Turner.
Awesome music.
Very fitting to kind of what I'm going through right now.
Getting my sea legs again or my road legs or whatever.
Before that was Chuck Berry Holiday by No Bunny.
And before that was Go With the Flow by Queens of the Stone Age.
That block started off with linoleum.
Please stop me if I'm sounding too much like Rodney on the Rock.
My worst fucking fear is that I'm going to have that haircut.
And it's all going to be.
Over.
So call in at 1-800-893-9562 live on the air.
And let me know that I'm not sounding like Rodney on the Rock.
Because that would be horrible.
And, you know, I'm saying that I can't wait to get the fuck out of L.A., which is very, very fucking true.
But at the same time, you know, I love L.A.
This is like my fucking I was born and raised here.
I've fucking played in the L.A.
River, you know, and I probably shouldn't have.
And.
I've done fucking way too many drugs for a kid my age.
And, you know, that's all kind of comes with the L.A.
lifestyle.
Don't you think, Mindy?
Because I'm sure in like Iowa, they have a couple of drugs, I'm sure.
But what can they really have?
Right.
Tussin.
Tussin.
Oh, robo tripping.
That's something I still haven't done.
I've heard plenty of robo tripping stories from you.
You haven't lived until you've done Tussin.
And that's when you know you're over the edge.
Maybe we should get someone live on blast off to take a whole bottle of Tussin and then just record them.
Listen to that would be their reaction, because I think that'd be I think that'd be pretty good.
I would listen into that.
I would listen to poetic.
It would be very poetic and heavy.
I've seen the videos of Niddle.
So if anyone doesn't know who Niddle is, I suggest you look up Niddle.
K-N-I-T-T-L-E.
Yeah.
Look up the band Chunder.
Chunder.
And watch the documentary.
Yeah.
Which ironically Mindy put out.
Yeah.
Not ironically.
It's pretty badass.
Chunder is a great documentary about.
Rums and vocals only.
And the physical abuse that this guy Niddle takes.
I haven't met Niddle, but I feel like I know him.
There's a little spot in my heart.
You've seen like how he performs live in the audience, throws beer bottles at his head.
It's physically.
And rips off his clothes.
Yeah.
You know, when they had that saying, leaving an ounce of blood on the stage, it probably came from Niddle.
I'm sure.
It could have.
Yeah.
It could have.
But you know.
He's definitely left a lot of bodily fluids on stages.
I don't doubt it.
Well, you know what?
I do love L.A.
very much, like I was saying.
So let's play a block of Los Angeles lovin'.
Or just songs that make me feel like I love the city that I'm in.
Because I really, really do.
So we're going to start with that.
With my favorite band, Los Angeles by X.
I'm a big head to me.
Los Angeles.
All the toys roll around in black and the boys have two.
She's the head of a nigger angel.
Every next girl they give her a lot of shit.
Every homosexual in the auto-rev.
She's like get out . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Oh, it's a risk Cause the day is changing night Changing in the sun The day is changing night Changing in the sun We had to leave Los Angeles She found it hard to say goodbye To her own best friend She bought a clock on Hollywood Pulled it by the day she left It felt sad It felt sad It felt sad Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out She gets confused Flying over the daylight Oh, it's a risk Cause the day is changing night Changing in the sun The day is changing night Changing in the sun The day is changing night Changing in the sun . . .
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and that was fear with I love living in the city I remember when I was like 15 I had this fear shirt that I love to wear around my parents in particular my dad at Disneyland it said I don't care about you fuck you on the back and I thought oh my gosh this is so perfect you know teenage angst and all whatever so that was fear with I love living in the city and addicts with California and that was X with Los Angeles in case you didn't know because it's kind of one of the most amazing songs in the whole world especially if you're from Los Angeles you have to know that song you know it's kind of a given of sorts so here I am I love LA but I'm ready to fucking leave and go and do some other shit for a little while and you know there's a couple people who are like don't do it don't take me with you all of that I wish I could I'm going to do it and I can't take you with me but if you know anyone out there has a band that wants me to do something with them please hit me up I have an email address somewhere somewhere look for it if you're serious you'll find it and um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um . .
Trying to take back this whole fucking, you know, radio situation that we have going on right now.
I can't tell what's a fucking commercial now as opposed to what's a fucking announcement.
Someone talking.
All my fucking on-air talk hosts are deceiving me with these Viagra fucking ads.
And they're doing it in the most sneaky ways.
You know, and I get it.
You're getting paid.
And that's how you trick people into listening.
But I've seriously listened to something for half an hour and then realized, oh, my God, there's a fucking ad that I'm listening to.
And I hate that.
And it's like I hate that I was so into this, into this product that you're pushing because I recognize your voice and I trust your voice.
You know, you're coming into my car as I'm driving home and you're telling me to buy something.
And fuck, I really want to buy.
And then I realized it's a goddamn commercial and it's all fake.
And fuck your car insurance.
I don't want it, man.
I really don't.
I don't fucking need a lower rate.
My rate's high enough as it is.
I highly doubt that you can beat that or else I'd be fucking paying that.
So let's go on to the dead boys.
Because I am out of breath with my rant.
Here it comes with high tension wire.
Ask me to scout in the battle of the final.
It's the end of the morning.
Got my tongue on the floor.
It is not a dream.
That's what they will roar.
Time won't let it in.
That's where I live.
Time won't let it in.
Something's got to kill.
Feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
Don't touch me tonight.
I'm a high tension wire. . . .
I got my leather time warp, baby.
That's where I live.
Time warp, all this open sky again.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
Don't touch me tonight, I'm a hot-touching fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
Don't touch me tonight, I'm a hot-touching fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
Don't touch me tonight, I'm a hot-touching fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
I'm feeling tonight like my brain is on fire.
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New moon, let it move on Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, hey Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, hey Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, hey Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, hey Ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, hey I never want you to be a sailor's girl To be a trucker's wife To be left behind You should know You should know that thinking of you I'm the devil by my heart And then a serial killer Like a smuggler Like a trucker Drinking while she'll be sleeping Sleep while she'll be waking up Never hungover Either one of us Like a way to drown The only thing The only thing I ever wanted Was to live And fuck you over Screwed the fuckers up The only thing That I ever wanted I never want you To be a sailor's girl To be a trucker's wife To be left behind You should know You should know that thinking of you I'm the devil by my heart And then a serial killer To be left behind Like a smuggler Like a trucker Drinking while she'll be sleeping Sleep while she'll be waking up When I should be waking up When I should be waking up When I should be waking up The only thing The only thing I ever wanted Was to fuck you over Was to fuck you so hard I never want you to be a sailor's girl You should know You should know You should know And I wonder if you'll be there when I get back Or will you leave me like I left you Over and over and over I never want you to be left behind To be left behind I never want you to be a sailor's glue To be a trucker's wine To be left behind And I wonder if you'll be there when I get back Or will you leave me like I left you Like I left you over and over Like I left you over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over Over and over and over Over and over and over Over and over and over and over Over and over and over and over and over And it's ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Adios.
