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stop and smell the stinking corpse lilies

by Ded Bugs

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1.
ponk rawk 03:07
PONK RAWK we saw this band from Van Nuys open the Ramones show their songs were absurd their singer’s name was Leonard he made us laugh he wore a penis puppet on his hand they never got famous and that’s PONK RAWK some guys die, some girls grow old it’s just PONK RAWK promoters leave town, bands never show it’s PONK RAWK yeah, we get in the van and then we starve on the road it’s just PONK RAWK dontcha know that it’s just punk rawk’n’roll and that’s the way it goes we met some homeless out behind the club then the cops were stressing us about selling drugs a slam-dancing punk girl fell down and cracked her head she made it to the john she stayed there and bled they’re singing “Tra-la-la-la la-la-la-la” now everything sux it’s not like back in the day when clubs were packed and smelled like ass we’re all washed up and we’re hooked on crack and the money runs right through our hands Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2001 IBC Shadows Music
2.
I DID MORE BEFORE THE ARMY GOT UP THAN THE ARMY DID IN MY LIFETIME (D-STROY!) pack up for the future take a tin can expedite this delivery of a primatial modern man I used to have a few nightmares I once chased them all away now they’re back like estranged lovers under the light of day I’m flying ICBM aimed at mission control I am paid for by sponsors and I am set to explode gotta squeeze a wet rat stuff it in the dog’s jaws I’m eating garbage and I’m looting I’m out here having a ball! D-STROY the human race D-STROY outer space D-STROY a total matter displacement we’ll take it to the end now we’ll take it to the end D-STROOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
3.
YOUR DADDY WAS A NAZI CLONE “You see, I’d like to see ya more, but times are tough. Peer pressure’s high, I’ll be a freshman this year, I just found out I got the wrong shoes, and what’s more . . . “ YOUR DADDY WAS A NAZI CLONE he’s wire-tapped the telephone your house is a neurotic zone and your daddy was a Nazi clone drillin’ in the ice, diggin’ up the Spanish flu de-controlling history, so what’s new! bring it to the lab and do a little test where biogenetic fathers know best! now I know why you got a German Shepherd now I know why you hate Henry Kissinger now I know why he grins ear-to-ear KFUO is cranked and blasting out Wagner! Dolly got arthritis daddy got pneumonia truth be told I wish I’d never known ya YOUR DADDY WAS A NAZI CLONE . . . Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
4.
THE LACY FAMILY CEMETERY the judge rendered the order back in 1990: quiet title the property to a company called TRV but there were conditions, it was not free disinter and rebury THE LACY FAMILY CEMETERY over a cemetery THE LACY FAMILY CEMETERY now 10 years later, the judgment’s still not satisfied the DNR declared the land a hazardous waste site but the contract’s signed and purchase is agreed we can build right here and so what if it was a cemetery you wait, one night, you’ll be lying in your grave claustrophobed & clusterfucked and all the ghosts that you woke up will haunt you through the afterlife you’ll tremble as your body rots away now you can take a drive down Manchester Road past new buildings, new businesses and you would never know salesman smiles politely as he shows you furniture below his shiny shoes you feel the shake of unrested earth Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
5.
BRAINBLOODVOLUME big corkscrew, turned the crank, schlurp, bubbling rising, falling, pulsating the great amplitude of my brain big corkscrew, turned the crank, schlurp, bubbling rising, falling, pulsating the great amplitude of my brain shaved head, soft music and pet pigeon video tape, it begins, begins over the next four hours I had a kind of feeling like the tide coming in, a soft flowing feeling over the next four hours I had a kind of feeling like the tide coming in, the ego stopped talking my BRAINBLOODVOLUME is achieved opened my third eye, followed a Dutch theory your skull is sealed post-infancy your skull is sealed up tight but not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me my BRAINBLOODVOLUME is achieved oo-oo-oo Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
6.
NOBODY LOVES ME born to be a drama queen that baby hit the ground making a scene and cried non-stop for three days the first words outta her little mouth as she winced and began to pout were, “Hey, NOBODY LOVES ME” she’s down & she’s frowning a spoiled brat how much fun is a spoiled brat when it’s all about her and she’s so boring she pops pills, pills all night long and she whines like a really bad emo song saying, “Hey, NOBODY LOVES ME” and she spills, spills all her guts y’know she drives her friends and her family nuts they say, “Hey, whaddya say?” “NOBODY LOVES ME” had a cute puppy (it died!) had a purtty kitty (died!) fishy, ferret, frog . . . yeah, they died, too supposedly from natural causes but perhaps from her dramatic pauses as she stepped into the dark to give them . . . food she takes long walks by the mortuary frequents the cemetery and when the phone rings she’s never home her mummy had a big surprise throughout the school invitation’s were passed party, friday, at eight such a beautiful cake but nobody showed tears snuffed out all the candles well, hey sweet sixteen, happy birthday! maybe she’ll find some stupid guy to make her feel not-so-crummy inside they’ll talk all night, sleep all day ow. Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
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ON THE PUNK PAGE don’t bother me now, I’m ON THE PUNK PAGE never see my friends, they’re all ON THE PUNK PAGE you might get lucky, so give it a try start a nasty rumour or a beautiful cat fight profiles for everyone ON THE PUNK PAGE drama and gay fun ON THE PUNK PAGE I met a bi guy named Cherry Vanilla his daddy’s a dyke, his mommy’s still on the pill-a whether you’re a nerd, in a band, or a has-been join the spot that’s a hit with thousands look at me my mom, I’m ON THE PUNK PAGE vegans & skins make love ON THE PUNK PAGE well, hi dad! I’m a feeling kinda rad! I’m dialed up, logging in, I’m ON THE PUNK PAGE tonight hey mom! Can I tattoo my tongue? I’m dialed up, logging in, I’m ON THE PUNK PAGE tonight I’m a dork! And I’m popping like a cork! I’m dialed up, logging in, I’m ON THE PUNK PAGE tonight ah I’m dialed up, logging in, check me out ON THE PUNK PAGE tonight Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
8.
band on tour 02:20
BAND ON TOUR load in play a show load out BAND ON TOUR hotel concierge gotta go, girl BAND ON TOUR interview go here wait there BAND ON TOUR steamed towel lots of windows jump off the tarmac BAND ON TOUR the BAND ON TOUR wraps around the globe from the end of the earth they’ve come to play one show the BAND ON TOUR is an unstoppable force they’re in and out, they don’t stop! Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
9.
KISS ME KISS ME you’re such a tart and I’m a tease c’mon and kiss me I just brought home a fresh STD c’mon and kiss me KISS ME KISS ME and it’s all over KISS ME KISS ME and it’s all over I’ll take you to a clinic where my medic will say c’mon and kiss me everyone’s saying that this is the end c’mon and kiss me let’s feel a rush as we descend c’mon and kiss me KISS ME KISS ME and it’s all over KISS ME KISS ME and it’s all over apocalypse never tasted so sweet c’mon and kiss me ta ta-ta-ta I can’t really breathe and I’m kind of blue c’mon and kiss me I’m going comatose and there’s nothing you can do c’mon and kiss me KISS ME KISS ME and it’s all over KISS ME KISS ME and it’s all over I’m so stiff, stiff as man can be c’mon and kiss me c’mon and kiss me here Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
10.
WATCH ME SQUIRT I’m splitting into stereo choking on a cheerio what’ll I do? my body is secreting and my heart won’t stop a-beating oh, what to do? I’ve eaten all my nails and I’m running off the rails but whatcha gonna do? frontal lobe is amped up senses won’t shut up this static’s breaking through oh, wontcha reacha out to me now slip your hand down through the clouds I’m spinning and I’m falling I’m calling calling out to you now wow my lover’s platonic my lover’s fallen chronic oh, what’ll I do? ‘cause I’m shaking like Shakira popping through the atmosphere-a now, what to do? please, tell me what is happening now? it’s something that my body barely allows I build up my load then watch me explode and how WATCH ME SQUIRT Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
11.
DON’T MESS AROUND AT THE SCHOOL AFTER DARK DON’T MESS AROUND AT THE SCHOOL AFTER DARK let’s play some kick ball well I don’t know that place is scary don’t make me go a strange man sleeps there that likes little boys, so no . . . we’ll get some spray paint and vandalize hey, man you’re stupid do you wanna die? he’s got one arm, his head is not right inside go there tonight and you will get killed, so . . . don’t wanna go there don’t make me go there no Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
12.
XANAX FOR EVERYONE! wake up at 3am, but do not eat or drink a little groggy, biorhythms thrown out of sync wear something comfortable beyond the automatic doors and the plastic plants I fill out the forms ‘cause there might be a chance that I won’t wake up there’s an elderly man here to help us out he calls off the names when it’s time to go he feels better wait and wait and wait and “Are you comfortable yet?” the fire alarms sound, but it’s only a test ‘cause in this place they’re always prepared for an emergency “Good morning, please check in . . . “ and my head filled with a brain shock hands flew off of my internal clock and that don’t rock my socks like Ray Davies sitting, waiting, reading through the White Rat’s book patients now are filing in and crowding quick but no one I know directed to a room and given slippers and a gown the smell of stale urine is all around as I listen to her instructions sung in perfect monotone Ahhhh, I feel the prick of a pin Ahhhh, this is a hell of a way to be tucked could it really be that I’m detaching with anxiety or just assimilating to a paranoid society just wanna be a normal guy apathetic if I live or if I die well, no I guess it wasn’t a good morning in the hospital I got to anesthesia, but then went vaso vagal in a wormhole of sights & sounds I suffocated in a flood that was completely informational Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music
13.
good love 03:23
GOOD LOVE now you’ve passed out so many times that my arms might get tired of picking you up off the floor we hit each other with sweet kisses or vicious lines I can’t tell if this is love or war but you never shake from my side pull me out the door or yak all night, girl Mr. Derry said, “She’s a pistol”, and I realized that old guy had me deadeye and you had me dead to rights wontcha come home & gimme some GOOD LOVE wontcha come home & gimme some of that true love wontcha come home . . . now I’ve been down and you’ve been down we’ve both been down and you know that’s a natural fact out in Champaign at Maybel’s you asked me if I’d save you ha, well I laughed at that but then you put your arms around me you squeeze me so tightly, I can’t see, girl love is blind and I feel fine send my mind right outta this world! wontcha come home & gimme some GOOD LOVE wontcha come home & gimme some of that true love I’ll grant your every wish I’ll even wash your dishes you’re a flippin’ riot givin’ me a steady diet of new love wontcha come home... Lyrics by M. Meyer c 2003 IBC Shadows Music

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A nearly flawless platter of perfect pop gems. Longtime underdog godfathers of the St. Louis punk scene, the band has steadily evolved...into a rocking powerhouse of a pop group. There's a new lyrical depth sneaking in on a few tracks here, detailing characters and situations that, although treated in a light manner, seem to be rooted in more real-life, adult problems than you'll find in B-grade monster movies. The humorously titled "Xanax for Everyone!" transforms a traumatic hospital visit - and its chorus's sticky opening line, "Good morning, please check in" - into one of the catchiest hooks of the year. It's an ideal pop single, one that only gets better with obsessive, repeated listens, and when Meyer yells, "And that don't rock my socks like Ray Davies!" at the end of the stuttering chorus, the energy is irresistible.
--Brian McClelland, PLAYBACK


"Poppy punk in more of an '80s vein than the modern connotation. There's less overt Ramones influence this time 'round, but they do have some wicked hooks that'll imbed themselves in your noggin if you're not careful."
--Jimmy Alvarado, RAZORCAKE

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released July 2, 2004

Matt Bug: Guitar and Lead Vox
Jeff "Devulheyd" Bug: Guitar and Lead Vox
D-A-V-E: Bass and Back Vox
Menace the Dennis: Drums and Back Vox

All songs by M. Meyer c2003 IBC Shadows Music
except
"Ponk Rawk" by M. Meyer c2001 IBC Shadows Music

Produced by Mass Giorgini
Recorded at Sonic Iguana (Lafayette IN)

Mastered by Roger Seibel at SAE Mastering (Phoenix AZ)

Art Illustration by Matthew Shultz
Graphic Design by Ed McGowan

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