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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

All songs by M. Meyer c2003 IBC Shadows Music
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"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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Track Name: ponk rawk
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
Track Name: i did more before the army got up than the army did in my lifetime (d-stroy!)
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
Track Name: your daddy was a nazi clone
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
Track Name: lacy family cemetery
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
Track Name: brainbloodvolume
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
Track Name: nobody loves me
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
Track Name: on the punk page
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
Track Name: band on tour
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
Track Name: kiss me kiss me
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
Track Name: watch me squirt
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
Track Name: don't mess around at the school after dark
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
Track Name: xanax for everyone!
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
Track Name: good love
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