Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality. But there is unseen by most an underworld. A place that is just as real but not as brightly lit. A dark side. The light of Jesus. Brothers, he said, I'm going to show you something you're not going to believe. And he pulled this thing out. It ruined my life. Sin after sin. Wrecked homes, drinking, carousing. I was coming to a no good end. I was at the mercy of the devil. Yes, I was at the mercy of the devil. Then one morning, sick and debauched, the light of Jesus, oh yes, the light of Jesus fell upon me and I was saved. All right, said somebody in the back. Quit bragging. Put that thing away. We sang. Then had beans and crackers. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Let the joint jump And the good times roll Let the pleasure pop Let's take a stroll Let's all get mellow There's smoke in your eye Get hip I say fella Say what is this jive Let's all get ready I know how you feel Now don't be afraid You'll find what I mean In any old field One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight, nine, ten and then eleven Now get your dig going Flamma I say that's the thing Light up Don't let that man get you Just pop on your fatty And blow those smoke rings Fuck pigs Now that's it It's the first time It's the first time It's the first time Y'all light up now, you hear? Like a giant pizza, we know this We took the fall for a minute Let's beat it down Like a bridge, like a power corner Bounce, bounce, like a city We're both on it Up, you're back down Like an empty land, we're gone Up and down, like a dream to me We're both on it Just a man, like a darkness We keep on running Up, you're back down Like a bridge, like a power corner Let's beat it down Like a bridge, like a dream to me We keep on running Up, you're back down Like an empty land, we're gone Up, you're back down Like an empty land, we're gone Up, you're back down Like an empty land, we're gone Up, you're back down Like an empty land, we're gone Like an empty land, we're gone We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. 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The storm is rising Sun is rising Right down the clouds of New Horizons!! ! ! ! guitar solo 100,000 repetitions As I fill in my drawer Towers unfold Loosen the grip Maneuver fiction Release the power Trapped in the sky 100,000 A thousand billion thoughts Screams of terror Trapped in this moment Loosen the noose Release the force Breaking the record Not known tomorrow This mystery never ends Angels and demons Bowers What was the Marry a man Said the man 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 100,000 I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie I'm not going to lie Die Die Die Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Said you can't get it through your brain Your dad's a worthless cunt Your dad's a pile of shit Give me a couple nails And I'll ventilate your pit She's just a thing for the real Fucking kill in the ass Just another faggot You're just a load of mess We won't take it anymore We just won't take that trap You're another stupid martyr With another rep to rep We won't take you in the butt We're just waiting for the whip Shit We got a lot of nails to do it to you again. Jesus standing from the wind. Fucking you in the ass. Just another faggot. Didn't fix the road to class. You thought it would be cute. You thought it would be fun. But when I slay your shitter. With a soldering gun. Jesus on a plane. Jesus on a car. Jesus on your glass. Just another fucking tart. Jesus standing from the wind. Fucking you in the ass. Just another faggot. Just another mess. Just another faggot. Just another faggot. Fucking you in the ass. And I just can't see Change myself At least Let me out Let me out Yeah Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Let me out Life Lives With a Freed from Life With a Freed from the darkness Stick me Stitch Bury Me Stay Stick Stick Me Stay Stay To the floor You break until you can't see anymore Nasty and miserable Always wanting more Nasty and miserable Always wanting more Nasty and miserable There's a water ride to the liquor store You pay him for what he wants it for Nasty and miserable Always wanting more Nasty and miserable Nasty and miserable Always wanting more It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous Because there's no one to close it to And there's not enough to last us Over Nasty and miserable Always wanting more Nasty and miserable Always wanting more It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous It's 1.30 and we're getting nervous Thank you. Thank you. Oh, yeah. Thirsty. Get miserable. From St. Vitus. From their classic record, Born Too Late, we heard that. And before that, we played Three Nights by Black Flag. There's a reason why I play these two songs. Because of weed. Hear me out. Dave Chandler, no slouch on the guitar himself, taught Greg Ginn no slouch himself either. Hey, man, these songs you're writing after Damage, kind of good, but maybe you might want to slow them down. Really? Yes. Smoke this joint. Turn it in. See how it works. He did. He made it happen. And those songs from side two of my war pissed off the punkers so bad. It was crazy. To this day, Black Flag fans, I should say most Black Flag fans, they have a line. And that line usually ends around my war and a specific side two of my war. However, where the punk rockers fell off, a new group of these underground. Crusty metal types dug on it and got on it quickly. I'm talking about I Hate God, the Melvins, like I said, Brutal Truth, and many, many other bands who tuned down to D and play very loudly. They will all tell you that side two of my war is the shit and it was way ahead of its time. But now it's almost, it's stock. You have to listen to this stuff. So kids get into that record and get into it fast. So here's a funny weed story. Mike, you can relate to this. I'm pretty sure. I'm going to relate to this because we're all high. A friend of mine got so high. How high did he get? How high did he get? Yeah, he, thank you. Great timing, Mike. I'm stoned. Yeah, I know. So am I. He got so high he forgot where he parked his car. Dude, where's my car? That happened to my friend Alex. He thought it was stolen. He went to the cops. He went through the whole process. My car was stolen, man. And there's a great picture that another friend took of him at the police station, like all bummed out. So. He goes to the whole thing like, we'll try to find your car. So another friend of ours is driving around and he sees this car that looks very familiar. Gets closer. Sure enough, it's Alex's car. Calls him up. Dude, I found your car. Where was it? Two blocks away from where he parked it. That's how high he got. Yeah. Left instead of right. Zing instead of zag. People, short term memory loss is connected to excessive consumption of cannabis. These things happen. I forgot where I parked it. I forgot where I put that condom. Why fuck that girl? Whoops. Whoops. I'm sorry. They didn't help. Can't help you there. Oh, I always pull out. Um, we are going to play some songs that are part of a group of shows that I'm going to be attending in the coming days. Um, this first band I didn't see, but our own Chester Farnsworth did. In fact, he actually drove or flew out to Chicago to see them because that's where this band is from. The name of the band. It's called Bong Ripper. The name of the song is called Hate Ashbury Part Two. Pack a bowl, Jenny. Hit it. It's called Hate Ashbury Part Two. It's called Hate Ashbury Part Two. It's called Hate Ashbury Part Two. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Let's go. Oh, yeah. Let's go. I just want to get a body here. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. what we usually play, but the tie-in to it all, they all celebrate the ganja and that hippie Jesus Christ guy. Pack a bowl, Jenny. Light these songs up. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. I'm prepping me like a rat, rat, rat, rat Big Jesus soulmate tricks And he's got me full of trash At least it smells like trash And he's got greasy hair like a silicone But God gave me sex appeal And I'm rockin' on rock And I'm rockin' on rock Rock, rock, rock It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same It's not the same Rock, rock, rock Rock, rock, rock Big Jesus oil king down in Texas Christ's great holy temple Trashers heaven's graveyard American heads will roll in Texas Roll like daddy's meat Roll under those singing stars of Texas Roll under those glorious singing stars of Texas Roll like daddy's meat He's got this panel He's got this panel He's got this panel And he's comin' on my town He drives a trash can And he's comin' on my town He drives a trash can And he's comin' to my town He drives a trash can And he's comin' to my town And he's comin' to my town He drives a trash can Shade on you Harboring the new In your heart Suckers fill your head I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I'm strong I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a I'm a Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yes. Heavy as the fucking heavy can be. That is Harvey Milk, ladies and gentlemen, from Georgia. The name of that song is Plastic Eggs. Maybe it's about Easter. Maybe it's not. Who knows? But that song is heavy as shit. From their record Courtesy. And. Goodwill Towards Men. I remember seeing them open for sleep. Oh, about a year or two ago. Amazing. They don't tour that often, but all their records are top notch. Get into them quickly, people. Before that, we heard Torch, Face the Wall from their record Songs for Singles. Ladies and gentlemen, that is one of my all time favorite songs ever. I will never, ever get tired of listening to that song. When I die, that is going to be the song to be played at my life celebration. Party. I'm not having a funeral. Life celebration party. So. And then you can all smoke my ashes. Do whatever you want. But please, please play this song. Before that, we heard the birthday party. Big Jesus Trash Can from their record Junker. That features Nick Cave, one of my all time favorite artists. Actually, I'm going to be seeing him and the Bad Seeds in July at the Shrine Auditorium. I'm so excited. Oh, man. Oh, man. And he is quite the writer, too. So a few book types. I remember some really good ones. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. I'm going to be listening to some of his songs. All right. So, we're high. Oh, yes. You're high. I'm high. Jenny's high. Mr. Green Shirt is high. Yeah. Mr. Green Shirt X is high. Mr. Green Thumb X is high. Chester Farnsworth, are you high? He's high. We're all high. This feels good, ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately, there is no free shit to give away. This is not Free Shit Sunday. The only thing I can give away is a banana peel. Sorry. I had to put gas in my vehicle, and that shit's expensive. So, what we can do in the coming days, we'll figure something out. Maybe I'm going to be doing this again next week, but I will find something to give away for you people who listen to this show who are making me feel good. I'm glad you guys are listening. Jenny, you said that we have a listener in Serbia? That's right. Hey! I will take that. I have not been to Serbia. I've passed. I've passed through there, but hey, listener in Serbia, thank you very much for tuning in. We're going to continue these jams because it's 420. It's Jesus' Resurrection Day. Are you going to celebrate it? I'm not. I'm going to celebrate this holiday, 420, because I like smoking weed. Pack a bowl, Jenny. Light these jams up! I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to tell you this, but this weed was the shiznittle bam snip snap sack. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Fuck yeah, man. Soundgarden. Jesus Christ pose for our boy Chewy from Nazareth. Give him a shout out there from their classic bad motor finger. I'm on the fence of whether I want to see Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails and Death Grips at the Hollywood Bowl. I've never seen them before. I kind of missed the boat back in the day. So I'm still on the fence. I also don't want to pay a shitload of money. What are you going to do? Maybe I'll just smoke less weed so I can have more money. No, it's not going to happen. Before that, we heard Philip and Selmo and the Illegals from their record Walk Through Exits. Only again, one of my favorites of 2013. The name of that song is Bedridden and that goes out to my attorney, Jimmy Cabs. Get better, buddy. And after that, we heard, sorry, before that, we heard Nausea with their song THC. No ambiguity there. From their record, The Suffering Continues. As you know, Nausea has a new record out. You should go check it out because it is badass and worthy of your attention. And we started this set with Canada's Cannabis Holocaust. That's a song from a band called Population Reduction, which is from their Split With Abscess. And of course, you know that soundbite. That's from How High. Wow. That never gets old. Dave Chappelle, he loves his weed so much that he actually wrote a movie about it. And I like my weed so much that I'm willing not to go to Soundgarden for it. But hey, that's the price we all have to pay. Speaking of cannabis, I just ordered with my phone on the, the Henry Rollins website, Chester Farnsworth, you might want to take note on this. He has a shirt that calls for the decriminalization and legalization of marijuana. Henry is very drug-free and like a Boy Scout and so forth and so forth. But he's also open-minded and he also is well aware of the Bill Hicks line of why drugs are important to our society. His shirt is still part animal, part machine, but it's green and it celebrates the legalization of marijuana. So I ordered it. So if you guys are inclined to order one for yourself, just go to henryrollins.com. It'll work out for you. You can show your legalization pride. I'm still high. I'm ripped. But we're going to play some more songs for you. Now, Reservoir Dogs. You know it. You've seen it. Chester, I know it's one of your favorite movies. This next set of songs is going out to the Stoners. No shock there. And we're going to listen to the song Stone a Pig from Bonzilla, which features dialogue from Reservoir Dogs. A little side note, people. Reservoir Dogs was filmed for the most part in Highland Park, which is very close to where I live and also grew up. It's one of those things where you didn't think that movie's going to be anything, but now it is a classic. And the mention of this dialogue is also pertinent because I have been in a situation where I was trying to take a piss not only high, but with some articles of paraphernalia on me as well. And I turn around and I do see a cop right behind me as I'm coming in. I was pretty fucking scared, almost to the point where the piss went back into my dick. But I let it go and now we're going to play this song. Oh, Jeremy, you're behind. So I gotta think of a name for you. The Pip Stoner. No. You got one for yourself? What's my name? I can't say Bong Rip Jenny because I can't say that one. I don't know. The Cannabis Slayer, Chester Farnsworth. Light this shit up! Light this shit up! Light this shit up! Light this shit up! Light this shit up! Light this shit up! Drunk driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver Skid driver We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. We'll be right back. Day to madness Locked forever In the veil of shame I hear distractions Search for disgrace Watch his grave The emery is killed Light of the day Shadows from beyond Apple of steel The throne is gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Gone Enthroned in terror Terror Enthroned in terror Terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror Enthroned in terror I'm out of here I'm out of here His eyes are glass Blowing on the small After small Can you deny Remaining cry Agents of the light Into the trap Resistance and hate Transığım case Case Close Close They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run They throw them to run I'm the center of the universe I'm the center of the universe I love everyone I love everyone I love everyone I love everyone I love everyone This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. New Orleans Well now Diesel's dead left Chicago And he's back for New Orleans Working from one end to the other And all points in between Took a drive through Mississippi Well muddy water turned to wine Took a drive through Mississippi Muddy water turned to wine Then out to California Through the pines and the pine guitar solo Ah! No refugee guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo You might not see him in person But he'll see you just the same You might not see him in person But he'll see you just the same Yeah You don't have to worry Cause taking care of business is his name guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo Man lives in the sunlit world of what he believes to be reality But there is unseen by most an underworld A place that is just as real but not as brightly lit A dark side guitar solo guitar solo piano solo piano solo piano solo piano solo piano solo