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Told You OnceMr. T Experience
Mr. T Experience - Told You Once
My day, in 30 seconds.
Fuck the fuckin’ fucked up fucks
These fucked up fuckers fuckin’ suck
Told you once you stupid cunts
You fucked up fuckers are fucked up
ListenMr. T Experience
illustratedexample asked: You, You, You by The Mr. T Experience
One more for this morning.
When I was young I had dreams of being a songwriter. I had a fake little band with a couple of friends and we would write these amazing lyrics and and think about how much money we would make if we actually had a real band. That is, if any of us could play musical instruments. Then the fake band broke up when we had an argument about our fake direction. They wanted heavy handed songs about death and destruction. I wanted pop music cleverness. I wanted ironic poetry. I wanted to write songs that could make people smile at my turn of phrase, grin at my witty use of rhyme schemes, chuckle at my wry humor, yet, when the song is over, think well, that kind of hit me in the gut. But no one can do that, right.
Yes, someone can. Obviously, it’s not me. But there’s Dr. Frank, of The Mr. T. Experience, and the album this song is from, Revenge is Sweet and So Are You, is the pinnacle of his songwriting. It’s the album my 15 year old self wishes she wrote.
This song combines all the great things about pop music with all the perfect things about punk. It’s magical.
Marine RecruiterThe Mr. T Experience
The Mr. T Experience - Marine Recruiter
So, out of the blue, I got a phone call today from a buddy whom I haven’t seen in quite a while. For no apparent reason, this song, which I hadn’t heard in years, was referenced in the conversation… figured that meant I should give it a listen again for old time’s sake… and then post it here for all to enjoy.
From the album, Everybody’s Entitled to Their Own Opinion (Disorder Records)
Dumb Little BandThe Mr. T Experience
The Mr. T Experience - Dumb Little Band
I know you’re out there, with your dumb little bands. Sign of the times, it is… everyone was, is, or will be in a dumb little band (I know I was). Hell, maybe you’ll even get rich and famous. Actually, no you won’t. But, at least it’s unlikely that that group of obnoxiously enthusiastic kids who used to come to your shows, and then formed a band that opened for you last month and stole your patch-cords, will become rich and famous either. Then again, your whole scene could be taken over by those damn kids and you and your dumb little band could end up being considered a sad imitation of the very thing you helped inspire…
The guy at the bar says he thinks we okay
we kind of remind him of Green Day.
From the album, Love is Dead (Lookout!)